Tragantía

"Fuck, your cunt feels so good squeezing my cock, gonna ruin this pussy, make it mine, little bitch!"

Billy's mustache tickles the side of your face, his hot breath fanning over your skin, gripping your hips, rough and tight, pulling you back onto his fat cock, at the same time slamming his hips into yours.

Your legs spread out awkwardly, ass arched up, just slightly, your face mushed against his pillows. You breathe in their smell, cigarettes, cologne and sleep.

Sloppy, wet sounds of fucking, bouncing off the walls of Billy's bedroom, where you find yourself, after school on this, a random Wednesday afternoon.

"Love this, don'tcha, princess? Soakn' my fat dick?"

God, Billy's voice gets all low, almost a rumble and your pussy responds every time he talks, clenching around his huge girth. And God, was he thick. Hung like a fucking beast! The stretch alone had your eyes rolling towards the back of your skull. Pounds into you hard, mattress squeaking, the whole bed rutting back and forth along the wooden floor beneath.

Billy's primal when he fucks, wild and athletic... glistening with sweat, mouth hangs open softly, tongue lolling out from the corner of his lips. He's beautiful, should be in porn. Love how he manhandles you, doesn't ask, just moves you where he wants you. Tossing you around like you weight nothing at all.

Tears seeping out from the corners of your eyes, running down your cheeks, he's fucking you so good and deep.

Prone Bone.

You've heard from the girls in the locker room that it was Billy's favorite position, at least that's what everyone thought, because eventually every girl who was lucky enough to be chosen to enter his room, gets herself in this position, and you're no different.

Poor little you, breathless beneath the weight of his heavy thick body. The mattress soaked with sweat. The bedroom window open, but doing very little to cool either one of you. Feels like you've been fucking for hours, and truth was you couldn't get enough of this man. Your body on fire, shaky and weak. Pretty much a puddle of goo beneath him. Your knuckles going white from how tight you're gripping at the sheets. Broken moans and weird sounds coming from deep in your throat, sounds you've never heard come out of you before.

Led Zeppelin filters in and out of your consciousness, playing on the stereo on the other side of the room.

"Please, Billy... too much."

You moan, chewing on your bottom lip.

Can't get enough of that fat cock, can't get it deep enough, desperate for him to ruin you. Telling him it's too much, but the whole time you wriggle your bum, rutting it back harder against him as much as you can, ass cheeks bouncing every time his hips slam back into yours.

"Nah, you can handle it, being such a good girl for me, such a pretty little slut for my cock."

Billy snarls, leaning down, biting and sucking at your neck. Leaving drool and a random assortment of bruises scattered across your skin. Big hand slipping underneath to grab at your tit. Roughly squeezing it in his large palm, thumb brushing over your pert nipple, giving it a hard pinch, causing a soft moan leave your throat, muffled slightly by the pillow flush against your cheek.

Billy groans all sexy in your ear, slowing down his thrusts for just a beat, dragging his fat cock through your wet heat, balls deep, then pulling almost completely out and slamming himself back in again. Knows if he keeps up this slower pace, he'll shoot his load all over your sweet cunt, especially with all the soft, pretty noises you keep making.

"uh, uh, uh."

Repetitive grunts being fucked right out of you.

The stamina on this guy is outrageous and you love every second of his brutal thrusting and his equally pretty noises, but you can barely keep up. It's like he's a wild dog in heat. You're in complete heaven, wanting nothing more than to be fucked and fucked good by the King of Hawkins High himself.

Rough, quickly grabs your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head, leaning his full weight down on them, hips snapping forward, sharp and deep, making you cry out in utter pleasure.

Fuck. How'd he get so good at this. Some asshole from California, fucking his way through every girl in this shit town.

Huge cock smacks against your cervix with every deep pump of his hips. Almost violent in how feral he is, how wild he's fucking into you. Let's go of your wrists only to shove his fingers in your mouth, making you gag.

"Such a dirty little bitch... this cunt was made for my fat dick."

Growls and you swear this man loves to hear himself talk. Never shuts the fuck up, but you love it, eat it all up and maybe, just maybe you're falling in love with him. You love his deep voice, how it's smooth like honey, vibrating through his chest and hitting you deep against your back. Makes your pussy wetter, if a voice could even do that. You suck hard, drool spilling out around his fingers that are pushed almost down your throat, can't get them deep enough. Need him to fill every hole in your body.

Pussy so tight and velvety smooth. Adjusts his angle a bit, grunts and slams hard, his hips grinding and smacking, making your ass jiggle as he pounds into your tightness again and again.

What the actual fuck. He's a total sex god. One day you were just hanging out with your friends, next you're spread wide, pinned down and being rut into like a bitch in heat, begging for more.

"Fuck me Billy... Fuck me for fuck's sake! Need more!"

You moan loud and he chuckles. Lips curling in a wicked little smirk, like you're suddenly challenging him, even though he knows he's fucking you good. I mean just look at you beneath him, moaning, makeup completely ruined, sweaty, sucking his fingers like a little whore, begging for more.

"Thought my dick was too big for ya, princess? Aww, need my big cock splitting your tight little cunt open? Such a pathetic slut."

Buries himself balls deep again and again, thrusting fast, fucking you like he hates you and loves you at the same time. Feels like he's ripping you open, hitting every single nerve ending, lighting your whole body on fire.

"Gonna fuckn' destroy this cunt."

Wraps his thick hand around your neck and pulls you back a little, his breath hot and ragged, can feel his long curls brushing against your shoulder and upper back. Your drenched pussy flutters around him and you know you're close again, already cumming once earlier, before his cock was even inside you.

"Oh GOD... Billy, your cock is so fucking huge!"

Laughs at how cute and desperate you sound. Knows he's big, hears it from girls all the time.

"That's right, baby girl... take it! This what you wanted, yeah? To be split open on my huge cock until you can't think straight?"

"Billy.... ohhh Billy!"

You cry out.

His hand slips down between your pussy and the mattress and you instantly start rutting against it, the friction exactly what you were desperate for. His thumb rubs hard against your swollen clit, the weight of his body heavy, pressing down against your back, sandwiching you between his body and his hand feels too good.

Then his voice again, hot and deep, rumbling against your back.

"Gonna cum on my cock like a dirty little whore?"

You swear you can feel every ridge and vein of his massive cock, every thick inch stretching you wide, filling you deliciously. You hump against his hand. Pressure coils in your belly, intense, then the heat, spreading throughout your entire body as you cum hard. Pussy squeezing and fluttering around his cock. The most strange gurgle leaving your throat, it's almost a breathless, half moan, half cry.

The whole time you cum, Billy doesn't let up, just ruts even harder and deeper, pounding into your tight heat, hips slamming, rocking your entire body. Pussy utterly soaked and dripping down around his length and onto his hand beneath your hips.

You whimper, lying against a puddle of your own drool.

"Atta girl."

Purrs deep, slaps your ass nice and hard, gripping it tight. His fucking getting erratic.

"Milk my cock with this greedy cunt! FUCK little bitch... take it... take every drop!"

Random filthy words and pretty moans fall from Billy's lips. Breathing heavy against your ear as he cums hard, hips slowing down, huge cock pulses deep inside you, grinding into your ass.

You swear you hear him whimper, it's the most soft and pretty sound you've ever heard. He unloads thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside your hot cunt, flooding your insides. Can feel it filling you up, his body suddenly achingly heavy and sweaty against yours as he lets go, his dead weight pressed against your back.

You bite your bottom lip, moaning, milking every last drop of cum from his sexy body. Your pussy squeezing hard, like you don't want to ever let him out. You arch and rut back against him, thighs trembling. Not wanting it to end, even though you feel completely spent.

Just like that he rolls off you, almost a relief, he's so fucking heavy and thick. Can feel the warm stickiness seeping out of your used pussy and on to your thighs, your poor cunt, completely wrecked and you're sure you'll be sore for days. You feel like you need to pee, but you can't move.

"FUCK, Yeah!! WOO! That was some good shit!"

Billy is loud and his voice makes you jump. Already getting up, giving your ass a loud smack as he practically jumps off the bed, reaching for his jeans off of the little couch. Pulling them up past his thick thighs, smirking down at your red ass cheeks.

"Come on, gotta go, princess."

Nudges you along, stopping and lighting a cigarette, shirtless and sweaty, pants hanging open, wearing a shit eating grin.

Oh yeah. This is also the other rumor about Billy Hargrove.

Fucks you good, then sends you packing.

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about their partner?)

Physically: I’ve answered this before but Frank loves your tummy and your tits more than anything, he loves leaving bite marks all over them when you’re together and marking you as his.

Mentally: Frank likes to feel like a protector in a relationship, he loves being with someone who needs him and isn’t shy about letting him know it, but he needs a partner with a bit of a bad girl streak as well, that will keep him on his toes.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

LOL no. Frank doesn’t want a family. He did that once, never again. Frank isn’t cut out for a family, or a stable life, and he’s especially not cut out for fatherhood. Not that he can have children anymore now that he’s a vampire, so no worries there.

C = Cuddle (How do they like to cuddle?)

Frank likes to cuddle in bed with you against his side and his arm around you, or spooning with him holding you from behind, his hands around your stomach and your back against his chest.

D = Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)

Frank isn’t much for picturing the future, he likes to live in the present and let things just happen. He knows he wants you to stay in his life but that’s as far as he’s thought about it.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“You’re my whole heart.” Frank can be quite romantic in the heat of the moment, and though he tries not to show it, you mean a lot to him and when you’re going at it hot and heavy the things he says continually surprise you with how soft they can be.

F = Feelings (When did they know they're in love?)

It took Frank a while to realize he actual loved you, and it took almost losing you to figure it out. Frank had taken over Kristof Lazaar’s crime empire after killing him for taking you from him, kidnapping you and planning to turn you in retaliation for the death of Abigail. When he saw you tied up and at the mercy of Lazaar, he almost lost his mind and went on a rampage, plowing through the men that protected Lazaar’s estate and eventually Lazaar himself to get you back.

G = Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their S/O does for them?)

Frank doesn’t show it, but he does notice the things you do for him and is thankful that you love him, even if he doesn’t think he deserves it. He tends to be dismissive when his softer emotions creep up on him, especially when it comes to romantic gestures. Though he does appreciate them, he doesn’t show it until you’re behind closed doors and all alone. He doesn’t let anyone but you see that side of him and even with you it’s rare.

H = Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)

Not really, Frank is pretty honest about his life and all the things he’s done. He doesn’t hide much from you, and anything he does hide from you is because he doesn’t want you to worry or get hurt.

I = Injury (How would they react if you got hurt?)

After he knew you were okay, Frank would hunt down anyone who hurt you even the smallest bit and make them wish they were never born. He wouldn’t stop until they were dead. Frank is very possessive and you’re his, he doesn’t like it when anyone hurts what’s his.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? How do they deal with it)

Frank is crazy jealous, more than one man who’s looked or talked to you has disappeared under strange circumstances. He knows he has nothing to worry about with you, that you would never hurt him, but he can’t help the heat that rises inside him when he sees other men talk to you, and good luck to them if they dare hit on you or touch you in any way, Frank will make sure they never touch anyone ever again.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss you? How do they like to be kissed?)

Frank’s kisses are desperate, and harsh. His stubble is sharp on your skin and his tongue is deep in your mouth before you even know what’s happening. He likes to be kissed back just as harshly, all tongue and teeth. He especially loves it when you bite his lower lip as he pulls away after a particularly heated kiss, and often does the same to you.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Believe it or not Frank says “I love you” first, though it’s during sex, and he blurts it out before he knows what he’s saying. He means it, but he’s embarrassed to say it out loud at first, and even after the first time, he rarely says it. He tends to use acts of service to show you how he feels about you.

M = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)

Frank’s favorite memory of you together is, not surprisingly, the first time you slept together. Meeting you changed something in him and he couldn’t resist you that first night (and every night after too, honestly).

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Frank will absolutely buy you anything you want, any time you want, though he knows that isn’t important to you. He didn’t have anything but a criminal reputation and an apartment to his name when you met and you didn’t care about any of it.

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they're in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

Frank keeps his emotions close to the chest around everyone but you, the only indication of how he feels being that the two of you are together almost constantly after you meet, spending every spare moment together.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Angel is his go-to pet name for you, though sweetheart is a close second.

Q = Questions (What are the questions they’re always asking?)

Frank isn’t much for asking questions, he’s not a talkative guy (unless he’s unloading compliments on you in bed), though he’s careful to make sure you’re okay and he doesn’t hurt you when you’re together.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Short answer: a LOT of sex is how Frank likes to spend a rainy day inside with you. Once he turns you, you destroy at least one room of the house on a weekly basis with your intense lovemaking. R.I.P. to your furniture.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/S/O up?)

Frank will take you anywhere you want to go to cheer you up when you’re down, he loves seeing you light up when you go to your favorite places in the city and hates to see you sad. He always acts casual, but you can see in his eyes how he feels about you when he does things like this for you.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Frank isn’t much for talking, preferring action to conversation, though he does like to listen while you talk in bed as the sun comes up before you both fall asleep, humming occasionally to show he’s listening.

U = Understanding (How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

Frank isn’t the most empathetic partner, but he does try. He remembers everything you tell him and everything he notices about you and your habits, and when you’re upset he might not always understand but he always stays with you to comfort you, arms wrapped tight around you and your face buried in his neck as he holds you.

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

When Frank realizes what you mean to him, you become the most important thing in the world to him and he would do anything to keep you safe and close to him. Your relationship is worth the world to him though it takes a lot for him to understand that about himself and his feelings.

W = Wedding (When, where, and how do they propose?)

He doesn’t. Frank has no interest in getting married again, he just wants to be with you and thinks that should be enough.

X = XOXO (How affectionate are they? In public/in private)

In public Frank is affectionate, but it’s mostly an expression of his possessiveness. He’s always got your hand in his or an arm around you to send the message that you’re his to anyone around. In private, he’s a little softer and willing to kiss and cuddle if you want him to, though he acts like he doesn’t like it (he loves it, having you all to himself still makes him happier than anything else, no matter how long you’ve been together).

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they're separated from their S/O?)

Frank was alone for years after he moved to Boston, and did just fine. But after meeting you he can’t see himself alone anymore. He doesn’t like to be separated from you for more than a few hours, and always keeps in touch with you while you’re gone or he’s away from home. And as soon as you’re together again he’s all over you, showing how much he missed you.

Z = Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?)

what day is it? what time is it? are you dead?

the sunlight teases your bruised skin through the thin curtains, the trees humming in the wind. the window is open. you could escape from there, if it weren’t for the handcuffs.

your mouth feels dry, your body is numb. it’s like you’re not even there. you chuckle to yourself, not remembering where you are and why.

you wonder why you’re naked, why your body is filled with bruises and bite marks. there’s some blood and other stains on the bed, you’re laying in filth.

then you hear it. someone calling for your name. it’s like they’re in the room.

”hello?” you call out.

again.

”mom?” you say, your eyes watering up.

”i’m here, dove”, your mom’s voice calls. you can see her shadow in the corner of the room.

”mom, can we go home?” you ask, tears falling from your eyes.

”we’ll go home, sweetheart, i promise”, she says, voice soft and gentle.

”mom, why did you have to die?” you ask, now fully crying.

”i’m so sorry, love”, she says. she steps into the light. it’s her, no mistake.

she walks up to the bed and gently pets your hair, you can feel the warmth of her palm.

”do you hear that?” your mom asks.

footsteps

”he’s coming, i have to go”, she says.

”who’s he?” you ask.

then the door opens.

a year earlier.

you can’t sleep. the day has been exhausting, too many infected. and even though you’re tired you keep laying with your eyes wide open, staring at the moldy, overgrown ceiling.

you’ve been on your own for some time. your mom was killed by the infected, along with your boyfriend. you couldn’t save them. you blame yourself for it every day.

dr. kelson gave you some supplies the last time you saw him. you like him, even though he is a bit strange. still, you prefer being on your own.

suddenly you hear footsteps outside the old building. you sit up, taking your knife.

”she went here, i saw her!” a young voice calls.

you stand up, squeezing the knife in your hand.

then you see them.

three odd-looking young people. one girl and two boys. the girl wears a blue tracksuit, the other boy a white one, and the second boy a green one.

”hey there”, the girl speaks. ”i’m jimmima”, she says, smiling at you. ”this is jimmy snake, and that’s jimmy jimmy”, she says, pointing at the guys.

you tell them your name, still holding the knife. you’re happy to see other survivors, even though they seem a bit weird.

”what are ye doin’ here by yerself?” jimmima asks.

”i lost my mom and my boyfriend”, you say.

”that’s awful”, jimmy snake says.

”ye should come with us!” jimmima says.

”i’ve been okay by myself, thank you”, you say.

”maybe fer now, but what happens when ye run into too many infected? or meet evil men that wanna ruin ye?” jimmima says.

you stay silent, she does have a point.

”where would you take me?” your ask.

”to a house near here, we never stay in one place for too long though”, jimmima says.

”how many are you?” your ask.

”eight!” she says.

you start thinking about it. sure, you have no idea who these people are and what are their intentions, but they seem nice enough. young, like you. and there’s a girl, that makes you feel more at ease.

”are there more girls there?” your ask.

jimmima grins. ”ye like lassies?” she asks. ”i- i didn’t mean-”, you quickly say.

”there’s me and jimmy ink”, jimmima says.

”i’ll come with you”, you say.

”great!” jimmima says, smiling. ”sir will be happy to meet ye”, she says.

”sir?” you repeat, growing suspicious.

”he’s awesome, ye’ll love him”, jimmima says.

you feel uneasy, but decide to follow them anyways. the walk is quite long, jimmima was clearly lying about it being close by.

you walk in silence, the guys taking a peek at you at times.

then you arrive. an white cabin with a barn and some other buildings. there’s even sheep.

inside you don’t see many people, they must be sleeping. there’s two in the kitchen.

one young boy, wearing a navy blue tracksuit. and then there’s him.

a man, early or late thirties, you can’t really tell from the way he’s dressed. a purple, velour tracksuit. golden chains hanging from his neck. rings on each finger. and a tiara on his head. he’s blonde, with a bit above shoulder-length, messy hair.

”what do we have here, eh?” he speaks.

”we found her all by herself”, jimmima says.

”a lonely wee lass, huh?” the man says, grinning, revealing his nasty, yellow teeth. some of them are blackened.

the way he’s speaking about you immediately makes your skin crawl. you wonder if you’ve made a terrible mistake.

”i- i don’t have to stay, i can go-”, you start, but the man cuts you off.

”nonsense. ye’re our guest now”, he says. he stands up, walking up to you.

”name’s jimmy”, he says. ”sir lord jimmy crystal, but ye can call me jimmy”, he adds with a smirk.

you immediately realize that he’s the boss.

”ye must be tired, c’mon”, jimmy says, leading you through a hallway and up some stairs.

he shows you to an empty room. there’s a bed and a table, along with a window.

”thank you”, you say.

”aye, ye’re home now, lass”, he says, patting you on the back. you shudder from his touch.

”get some sleep, i’ll put ye tae work tomorrow”, he says.

”work?” you ask.

”ye’ll see”, jimmy says.

of course, everyone has to do their part. you suspect that it will be something like cooking or gathering supplies.

you lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. you do feel safer when there’s other people around. maybe you’ll make a life for yourself with them. they seem nice enough, expect for the boss. he creeps you out.

you close your eyes, and quickly drift off to sleep. you dream of your boyfriend. at one point you wake up from a nightmare and swear that there’s someone in your room, but you quickly fall asleep again.

you wake up teary-eyed, you had terrible nightmares all night.

you stand up and stretch, the morning sun peeking through the curtains.

downstairs everyone is already eating breakfast.

”a sleepyhead, huh?” jimmy says with a smirk.

you sit next to jimmima, but you can’t eat. you’d feel wrong taking their food.

”c’mon, eat”, jimmy says. you hesitate for a while before obeying.

you haven’t had a decent breakfast in weeks, so it’s nice to be eating real food.

”ye sleep well?” jimmy asks. you nod. ”good, today will be a big day fer ye”, he says. you have no idea what plans he has for you, but you were expecting to be put to work.

after everyone is done eating jimmy orders his gang different tasks. some leave to go searching for a new place to stay, some stay to prep for lunch.

”ye.. ye have a special task”, jimmy says to you.

”what is it?” you ask. jimmy makes you follow him to your bedroom.

”umm, so what are we doing here-”, you start, but are startled by jimmy grabbing your waist and pulling you close to him.

”n-no”, you say, trying no push him off.

”no?” jimmy repeats. ”i was so kind to let ye stay with us, ye need tae pay somehow”, he says.

”i-i can cook and clean, even hunt!” you say, panicking.

”i already got people doing those things, but no one tae warm my bed… besides, ye’re way too pretty tae be doin’ any other work than this”, jimmy says, grinning.

he reeks. like old, dried up sweat. you almost gag from the smell.

jimmy leans in to kiss you, but you stubbornly turn your head. you’d rather die than have him kiss you with that nasty mouth.

jimmy chuckles. ”ye donnae want a smooch?” he asks. you shake your head. ”if you’re gonna do it then please, no kissing.. just get it over with”, you say. ”i swear i won’t fight you if you’ll be quick about it!” you add, with teary eyes.

jimmy chuckles again. ”where’s the fun in that? a lass as beautiful as ye deserves tae be worshipped, like a saint”, he says. ”ye’re gon’ be me mary magdalene”, he says.

then he kisses you, his lips feel damp against yours. his breath really stinks, like he never brushes his teeth.

he’s moaning, licking into you, sloppy and wet. he forces his tongue inside your mouth, twirling it against yours. you try to squirm, but it’s no use.

he’s slobbering all over your mouth while kissing you, smacking loudly. you have shivers going down your spine. you gag from his stench, and jimmy chuckles against yours lips. you feel his grin while he kisses you.

he finally parts with your lips, followed by a loud smack and a line of drool connecting your mouths.

mwah

he looks at you with a grin. ”so fuckin’ perfect fer me, pretty lass”, he says.

you start crying.

jimmy pouts at you. ”aww, poor lass, donnae cry, here, jimmy will make it betta”, he cooes at you.

then his lips crash against yours again. he’s placing wet, non-stop kisses on your lips and cheeks.

then he throws you on the bed, climbing on top of you, pinning you down on the mattress.

”stop, please!” you plead, tears rolling down your face.

”shh, lovey, i’ll make ye feel real’ good”, jimmy purrs.

then he kisses you again, almost lovingly. it’s a soft, gentle kiss, like he’s trying to calm you down.

”mmh”, he moans into the kiss, wiping away your tears. ”sweet wee babe, donnae cry”, he purrs at you.

then he starts pulling down your shirt, revealing your breasts. you quickly cover yourself up, trying to escape from his penetrating gaze. he tsk’s. ”donnae act silly, lass”, he says, forcing your arms to the side.

he stares at you for a while, mouth open, eyes fixated on your breasts. ”look at ye”, he says, in awe. ”so beautiful”, he adds. then he unzips your pants, pulling them down. ”look at yer wee tum, so cute”, he cooes, like he’s talking to a child.

he descends, putting his mouth on your breasts. he hungrily takes one of your breasts in his mouth, flicking his tongue on your nipple. you whimper from the sensation.

he starts suckling on your breast with loud smacking noises, drooling all over your skin. he’s fondling the other one with his hand, squeezing your nipple between his thumb and index finger.

he’s moaning, like you’re the only thing he’s ever wanted.

he’s sucking on your nipple like a baby searching for milk, desperate whimpers leaving his lips.

”imagine these full of milk”, he purrs. ”i’ll make ye me wee broodmare”, he says. ”what’s that?” you ask, teary-eyed. jimmy chuckles. ”ye’ll see”, he says, kissing your nipple.

he gives your other breast some attention as well, suckling on it passionately. ”mmh”, he moans against your tit.

you start crying harder.

”shh, shh, no, no, none o’that now”, jimmy cooes, talking as if you were a child again.

he leans in on you. ”gimme a smooch, lovey”, he purrs, waiting for a kiss.

you turn your head, your tears wetting the pillow.

jimmy follows, forcing his lips on yours. you keep crying as he kisses you.

he gently pulls down your panties, leaving them at your knee. then he starts twirling his fingers on your cunt, like he’s testing before violating you.

”n-no, stop!” you cry. jimmy gives you a toothy grin. his decayed teeth disgust you. ”ye can plead an’ cry as much as ye want, but i’ll take what’s mine”, he says.

he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them. ”mmh”, he moans. ”sweetest wee thing”, he cooes.

then he starts placing sloppy kisses down your neck and throat. he descends, suckling on yours breast again, eager tongue flicking on your nipples.

”cutest wee tum ever”, he purrs, kissing on your belly. then he licks it, tongue dragging on your skin. he descends even lower with his kisses, moving down to your lower thigh.

he rubs his cheek on your thigh, purring. ”ye smell delicious”, he says. ”a wee treat fer me”, he adds.

he licks your cunt, slow and savoring. ”mmh”, jimmy moans. ”ye’ll be me lunch”, he says.

”please stop”, you whine. ”shh, shh, lovey”, jimmy cooes, kissing your clit.

then his mouth is on you. he’s sucking hungrily at your clit, moaning while doing so. he starts humping the bed while licking into you, chasing his own release.

jimmy suddenly shoves two fingers inside your cunt as he sucks on your clit. he starts pumping them in and out of you, your squirt all over his face.

”n-no, stop”, you moan, raising your head to look at jimmy. he’s feasting on your cunt, head smushed against your wet folds.

you just cry, completely humiliated.

jimmy’s relentless, sucking on you until your legs are shaking and you’re squirting all over him.

his fingers don’t stop either as he thrusts them in you again and again.

he hooks his fingers inside you, making you moan in pleasure.

jimmy chuckles against your cunt, pleased. he loves the way your soft walls clench around his fingers.

”come fer me, lovey”, he mumbles.

your cry as you squirt on his face again, your release ripped from you. jimmy withdraws his fingers from your cunt, putting them inside his mouth.

then he leans in on your other hole, looking at it in awe. ”ye’re so cute down here”, he says, rubbing his thumb on your hole. he spreads your buttocks.

”n-not there, please”, you cry. jimmy ignores you as he gives your hole a gentle kiss, then putting his whole mouth on it.

he starts flicking his tongue on your puckered hole, twirling it around. then he pushes his tongue inside.

you let out a whimper as he licks into your ass, it feels uncomfortable at best.

jimmy moans and keeps humping the bed, turned on by your salty taste.

he pushes his tongue deeper, mouth glued to your ass.

you keep crying.

he finally stops. he licks through your ass and cunt, then he kisses your belly.

”sweetest wee thing”, he cooes.

then he pulls down his pants. he’s huge down there. it’s thick and long, the broad tip already wet with precum.

he gives you a gentle kiss before rubbing his cock on your folds, making you whimper.

then he starts pushing in, slowly. ”shite, ye’re tight”, jimmy grunts, clearly having a hard time getting inside you.

he continues, his cock slowly filling you up. your walls clench around him as he bottoms out. you let out a whimper, it hurts.

”such a wee cunt”, jimmy cooes, kissing your forehead.

he moves, almost pulling out. then he slams inside you, balls-deep. you cry out in pain. ”shh, shh, lovey, it’ll feel good soon”, jimmy cooes. then he repeats the motion. ”f-fuck”, he moans.

then he starts snapping his hips back and forth, thrusting inside you, his big cock filling every inch oh you.

you cry and whimper, biting your lip. it burns.

”ah, lovey, ye’re perfect”, jimmy moans, leaning in to kiss you. he forces his nasty mouth on you, teeth crashing against yours.

he continues kissing you while fucking into you, his balls slamming against your ass.

his cock feels hot inside you as he pounds inside again and again. jimmy’s panting, sweat forming on his forehead.

his rings are digging into the soft skin of your thighs, marking you.

”ahh, lovey, ’m gonna cum, make ye a mummy”, he purrs.

”no, please don’t!” you cry. but jimmy doesn’t listen as he buries himself deep inside you, thick ropes of cum pouring inside your ruined cunt.

jimmy crashes on top of you, his stench filling your nose, making you gag.

he lets his cock go soft inside you, then he pulls out, cum leaking on the bed.

he takes out handcuffs. you try to resist, but he ends up cuffing you to the bed.

”ah, this is how ye were meant tae be”, he says, kissing your cheek.

he stands up. ”i have stuff tae do, ye behave now while ’m gone”, he says.

you’re left alone, handcuffed to the bed, tears in your eyes.

at noon jimmy brings you lunch, feeding it to you. he doesn’t let you out of the chains for the whole day. in the evening he lets you go to the bathroom.

you cry the whole day, jimmy sometimes coming in to comfort you. he’s sweet in theory, kissing your cheeks and forehead, hushing you, whispering sweet words into your ear. ”shh, me wee babe”, he cooes. ”i’ll be takin’ care of ye now”, he says.

at night he comes into the room, immediately taking off his pants. he fucks you again, the chains rattling from the violation.

then he falls asleep next to you, snoring.

you don’t sleep. in fact you don’t sleep for a long time.

seven months later

yet another new house, this one large, with multiple buildings in the yard. sheep and chickens. the people that lived here are long gone, flayed alive.

you’re chained to the bed like always, your wrists scarred.

you’re staring at the wall, counting minutes. you’re always bored out of your mind. at least you change locations so you get to walk and see the sun.

jimmy doesn’t let you out of his sight even for a second while you’re not cuffed, especially now that you’re pregnant.

he walks beside you, following you even when you have to pee. sometimes he carries you.

jimmima and jimmy ink have grown fond of you, always making sure you’re alright. jimmima is excited for the baby, while jimmy ink looks at you with pity.

the door opens. it’s jimmy, of course. ”hi, mummy”, he cooes, sitting on the bed. he gives you a clumsy kiss.

you stay silent and completely still.

jimmy lifts up your shirt, exposing your round belly and swollen breasts.

he just stares for a while. ”look at ye, doin’ what ye’re meant to be doin’”, he purrs. ”my wee broodmare”, he says with a grin.

he presses his ear and hands on your belly, listening.

after a while you feel a kick. ”ye feel that?” jimmy says, excited. ”me wee lad is is strong already”, he says. you surely hope it’s a boy, you wouldn’t want jimmy raising your daughter with his mindset.

he starts placing kisses on your belly, stroking you with his hands.

”i had a rough day..” jimmy says. ”i need mummy tae comfort me”, he says. he takes your hand and places it on his cheek. he kisses your hand, looking at you with the most loving eyes. his little angel.

he starts fondling your breasts. you whimper. ”j-jimmy, it hurts”, you say. ”shh, lovey”, he hushes you.

he puts his mouth on your nipple, starting to suckle on it like a baby. he’s purring, clearly soothed by your breast. your milk starts leaking out, and jimmy happily drinks it. he loves the taste of your milk.

”n-not now, i’m tired..” you say. jimmy starts pouting. ”no?” he repeats with a frustrated tone. ”thought ye knew better than that”, he says.

he keeps pouting, his face slightly flushed. then he puts his mouth on your breast again. he angrily bites on your nipple, making you scream. he keeps biting and sucking your breasts, leaving behind bruises.

you’re crying from the pain. and you can’t do anything to defend yourself. you’re weak, chained up to a bed as jimmy violates you.

jimmy bites harder on your nipple, drawing blood. you squeal. ”stop!” you cry. ”this is what sayin’ no gets ye”, jimmy grunts. ”ye should be sweet tae me, i’m the father tae yer child, i take care of ye”, he says.

he licks the blood off your nipple and starts suckling on it, foul sounds leaving his lips. he’s gulping down your milk like he’s your baby, moaning.

your breasts are bruised and slightly bloody by the time he decides that he’s done.

”now stay here and think about yer behavior, no dinner fer ye tonight”, he says.

the baby needs food, but you decide to keep quiet.

jimmy stands up, murmuring something to himself. then he walks out the door, closing it behind him.

you’re left alone, exposed.

he returns at night, holding a bowl of soup. he immediately embraces you, kissing your cheek.

”i’m so sorry, lovey. i was jus’ in a bad mood”, he says.

”here, i brought ye somethin’ tae eat, ye gotta stay strong fer our babe”, he says.

he puts a spoon in front of your face. ”c’mon, say ahh”, he cooes.

you open your mouth, letting jimmy feed you.

once you’re done jimmy sets the bowl aside and kisses you on the cheek. ”good lass, eatin’ it all”, he purrs.

he looks at your bruised breasts, lower lip trembling. ”will ye forgive me?” he asks. you don’t give him any reaction. jimmy kisses you then, soft and loving.

he descends, starting to kiss your breasts gently. ”i should be gentle with ye”, he murmurs. ”ye’re gonna be the mother tae me wee lad”, he says.

he suckles at your breasts, giving them kisses in between. ”c’mon mummy, gimme some milk”, he murmurs, squeezing your nipples. your milk starts to pour out and he quickly latches onto your tit, drinking it.

you start crying, you hate when he does it.

”aww, mummy, donnae cry”, he cooes, smooching on your nipple.

he keeps suckling on you, squeezing the milk out. it’s all over his beard and chin.

his fingers wander between your legs as he pulls down your underwear.

you want to say no, but you know that he would get angry again. so you just keep on crying.

jimmy twirls his fingers on your folds, rubbing his thumb on your clit. you whimper.

”yeah? mummy’s feelin’ good?” he cooes. he places a soft kiss on your lips and starts pulling down his pants. he’s hard.

he buries his face between your tits and lines himself with your cunt, slowly pushing in.

you cry as he fills you up inch by inch, bottoming out.

he starts moving. he’s taking it slow, he wants to be gentle now that you’re pregnant.

he’s suckling on your breasts while fucking you, eagerly drinking your milk.

”ye taste so sweet”, he praises you.

he starts going slightly faster, moaning and whimpering against your breasts. ”f-fuck, mummy…” he whimpers.

his balls are slamming against your ass as he pounds inside you.

”i-i love ye so much, mummy”, he moans, leaning in to kiss you. he presses his lips onto yours, eagerly licking into you.

then he starts licking the tears off your face, pressing his lips onto your cheek after each lick.

he’s close, you can feel his cock twitching against your walls.

his pace becomes more rapid, then he stops, slamming deep inside you. you feel his warm cum pouring inside.

”i’ll keep ye pregnant all the time”, he cooes, kissing your cheek.

he pulls out and releases you from the handcuffs. then he takes you into his arms, kissing your cheek. ”sleep now, mummy. ye need rest”, he says.

but you don’t sleep, you almost never do. you feel like you’re slowly losing your mind.

two months later

”keep pushing, lovey!” jimmy says, squeezing your hand.

you’re squealing, trying to push a baby out. all the jimmies are in the room, watching. jimmima and jimmy ink are helping you deliver the baby.

”i see a head!” jimmy ink says. ”push!” jimmima says.

”ahh, fuck!” you scream, cheeks wet with tears. the bed is covered in your blood.

jimmy kisses your cheek, trying to soothe you. him being in the room makes it worse for you, though.

you scream in pain as you push for one final time. jimmy ink pulls the baby out of you.

silence.

then you hear a cry, it’s alive. ”it’s a lad!” jimmima says, excited.

you let out a relieved sigh.

jimmy gets up to cut the umbilical cord. he then takes the baby. ”wee thing”, he purrs.

”i wanna hold him!” you cry. ”yes, yes lovey”, jimmy cooes at you. he gently hands you the baby.

he’s so tiny.

”what are ye gonna name him?” jimmima asks.

”jimmy junior”, jimmy says with a satisfied grin.

you don’t say anything. after all, your opinion won’t matter.

the baby starts searching for your breast, and you help him by putting your nipple near.

”hungry wee lad, jus’ like his daddy”, jimmy chuckles.

jimmy stares as you breastfeed, so do the jimmies.

”c’mon lads, out!” jimmy says, looking at the boys with a frown.

everyone leaves, expect for jimmima.

”ye too, jimmima”, jimmy says. she huffs, but obeys.

jimmy sits on the bed, putting his arm around you. ”we’re a family now”, he says, kissing your temple.

you try your best not to cry. your son will be raised to be a killer, a murderer.

you look at the baby in your arms. you’ve thought about killing yourself, but you couldn’t leave this baby alone with jimmy and the others. he needs you.

jimmy starts giving you non-stop kisses, holding you tight. ”ye’re gonna be such a good mummy”, he purrs.

the baby soon falls asleep. jimmy takes him from you, standing up.

”no, i wanna be with him!” you cry. ”shh, lovey, i jus’ need some alone time with ye”, he says.

he takes the baby downstairs, giving it to jimmy ink.

then he returns.

you’re crying. ”shh, shh, mummy”, jimmy cooes. he climbs on top of you, and starts clumsily kissing on your nipples. ”i’m hungry too”, he says. ”it’s for the baby!” you whine. ”’s fer me too”, jimmy says.

he starts suckling on your milk, squeezing your breasts with his hands.

he’s slurping loud, drooling all over your skin.

you feel uneasy.

then you see it.

a shadow in the corner of the room.

”j-jimmy!” you scream.

”what is is, lovey?” jimmy asks you. you point at the shadow. jimmy turns around. ”nothing there, mummy”, he says.

something happens. suddenly you don’t recognize the man on top of you. he has a familiar face, yet it seems wrong.

you let out a scream.

”hey, hey, what is it?” he asks. must be a demon.

”stay away!” you yell.

then everything goes black, time stops for a while.

you wake up in the dark, a man besides you. you don’t recognize him.

he looks evil, dangerous. you feel yourself panicking. you don’t know where you are.

and wait.

who are you?

you have no idea what your name is.

”what’s the matter, lovey?” the man speaks.

”w-who are you? where am i?” you ask, terrified.

the man looks confused.

”ye know me, lovey”, he says.

you start squirming, but soon you notice that you’re cuffed to the bed.

the man must be the devil himself, you’re sure of it.

your head is spinning, everything feels unfocused, blurry.

the man puts his palm on your forehead. ”must be the labor”, he murmurs.

a girl steps into the room, holding something.

”how’s mummy doin’?” she asks.

”she’s a bit confused, ’s all”, the man says.

”here, yer wee lad”, the girl says, handing you it.

a demon.

skin red and bloody, black horns growing from it’s head.

”no!” you scream, pushing it away.

the man quickly takes the demon into his arms.

”what the hell is wrong with ye?” he asks, clearly concerned. he must be manipulating you.

they’re all lying to you, manipulating you.

you start crying hysterically.

”i want my mom!” you cry.

the man looks at you with a pout. ”poor wee thing, ye haveaned been sleepin’, have ye?” he says. ”old nick will know what to do”, he murmurs.

”she needs to sleep”, the girl says.

you can’t sleep. they’ll kill you if you sleep, you’re sure of it.

”leave us”, the man says. ”’n take jimmy junior”, he adds.

the girl takes the demon and walks out the door, closing it behind her.

”old nick is speakin’ tae me”, the man, the devil says. ”he says that yer body needs to remember”, he says. ”i always do as me father commands”, he says.

he suddenly climbs on top of you.

”no!” you scream, terrified. you’re shaking, sweating.

”shh, wee thing. let me remind ye”, he cooes.

he forces his lips on yours, grabbing your face so that you have no choice but to keep still.

you bite on his lower lip. he huffs, but doesn’t pull away.

he continues the kiss while sliding his hand between your legs. you notice that you’re not wearing anything. you feel pain as he twirls his fingers on yours cunt. it feel wet, wrong.

”stop!” you squeal. the room is spinning around you.

”shh”, the man whispers. he breaks the kiss, looking at you. he looks wrong. evil. like someone you know but don’t. you swear that his eyes are glowing red.

he presses wet kisses down your neck while shoving down his pants and boxers.

”oh, god”, you whimper. ”god isn’t here, ’s jus’ me”, the man says.

he rubs his cock on your cunt, you feel excruciating pain. ”it hurts!” you scream. ”aye, ye jus’ gave birth. but i need tae do this”, he says.

he pushes inside. you scream and cry, your whole body trembling.

you can’t believe it. you’re being raped by the devil.

he starts moving, slamming inside your ruined cunt.

”ye feel that? ’s me”, the man says, placing a kiss on your forehead.

you squeal like a pig, the pain sharp and throbbing.

each thrust feels like your cunt ripping in half.

blood gushes out of you on his cock, he doesn’t seem to mind.

you stare at the ceiling, your vision blurry from all the tears. why has god abandoned you?

the devil is moaning on top of you, placing damp kisses on your throat.

”i love ye, remember that”, he says.

this cannot be love. you understand that much.

you drift away for a minute, leaving your body. it’s like you’re watching yourself from afar.

the only thing you feel is pain, the ringing in your ears.

the devil stops after a while, his seed pouring inside you. it burns.

he gives you a kiss and pulls out, then he settles next to you. ”sleep now, lovey”, he whispers.

you don’t. you’re can’t.

the days go by in a haze. you don’t know where you are and why.

you’re forced to breastfeed the demon baby. the man drinks from your tits as well, often fucking you afterwards.

at times you see other people, but you don’t recognize them at all.

your sleep is always short, if you get any sleep at all. often you just lay awake at night, the devil next to you.

the demon baby screams and cries a lot. you can’t stand it. it’s evil.

you often see the man holding the baby, hushing and rocking it in his arms.

he talks to you a lot. but you never remember what about. you always forget about yesterday.

he seems concerned. one day you see him cry, but you forget about that as well.

you’re so tired tonight. your body feels weak, numb.

you look at the devil in your arms, he’s crying against your skin.

you close your eyes. you wonder what it’d be like to die.

you sleep for the whole day.

you wake up to the sun shining in your eyes. you don’t recognize the room you’re in.

you try standing up, but you immediately fall down.

the door opens.

jimmy.

he rushes to help you back on the bed.

”where’s my baby?” you immediately ask.

jimmy lets out a gasp.

”ye remember?” he asks.

”of course i remember”, you say.

”lovey, ye were out of it fer a week”, he says. ”ye dinnae even wanna hold jimmy junior”, he says.

you go silent. you remember moments, flashes. of your pain, of being scared.

”i-i was so scared, jimmy”, you say, tears starting to form in your eyes.

”aye, lovey, i know”, jimmy says, taking you into his arms. he kisses you, deep and loving. you kiss him back. you’re relieved, you feel safe. even his stench feels comforting now.

”i’ll go get jimmy junior”, he says, standing up.

you grab his arm. ”don’t go!” you say. jimmy kisses your forehead. ”shh, lovey, i’ll stay”, he cooes.

”jimmima!” he yells. soon you see a familiar face stepping into the room, holding your crying baby.

”is she…” jimmima asks. jimmy nods, smiling.

jimmima lets out a happy squeal. ”we were so worried!” she says. ”we thought old nick was punishing us”, she says.

she gives you the baby, that immediately starts searching for food.

the baby stops crying immediately as you start breastfeeding.

jimmy has tears in his eyes. ”i was sure ye were gone forever”, he says, kissing your cheek.

you look at your baby, and are immediately filled with love.

jimmy climbs into the bed with you, wrapping an arm around you.

”leave us”, he says to jimmima. jimmima nods, stepping out the door.

soon you hear the jimmies cheering downstairs.

you smile.

”i love ye so much”, jimmy says, petting your hair.

you stay silent for a while. then you say it.

”i love you too”

OKAY this was a WEIRD birthday present idk what possessed me to write something like this i swear it started out as relatively normal and then it SPIRALED

You sleep through the first footstep, a dragged, uneven weight against the floorboards, but the second one clips right under your dreams.

The creak by the hall table, the way glass rattles in its frame, the way the air turns thick and metallic on your tongue.

You wake up halfway, body slow. The house does not feel empty.

There is a wet sound in the dark. Not loud, but close. The scrape of something damp against rough wood, fingers maybe, leaving streaks along the wall. Then—breathing. Too heavy to be your own, too close to be outside. Drawn through flared nostrils, shuddering back out over teeth that never quite sit right behind his lips. You hear the huff of it, short and sharp, like he’s scenting the hallway, scenting you.

“Remmick?” Your voice is rough with sleep, small in the room.

He doesn’t answer at first. You hear the door click shut behind him instead, a deliberate press of metal fitting home. The faint shuffle as he works the lock. A smear of shadow slips along your doorway before you see him properly, blocking the pale spill of moonlight from the hall. Broad shoulders in the frame, hair wild and clumped, chest moving like he just finished running.

“You sleepin’ light tonight, sweetheart.” His voice is frayed, lower than usual, thick with something you taste on the back of your tongue before the scent really hits you. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

He’s lying. He came in wanting you awake.

You push up on your elbows, sheets sliding down your back, sticking a little where sweat cooled while you slept.

Your eyes adjust in pieces: the pale flash of his shirt gone dark and slick across the front, the glint along his forearms where something still-wet catches the moon from the window. Blood has dried rusty at the collar of his shirt, speckled his face in a pattern that looks almost freckled until you realize none of those marks were there a few days ago.

“Remmick.” This time your voice is clearer, irritation cutting through the fog. “You can’t just walk in here.”

He takes a step toward the bed, boots leaving faint, damp prints on the worn floorboards. His jaw works, tongue swiping quick along his lower lip as if he’s chasing a taste he isn’t done with. When he exhales, the air between you smells like iron and sweat and something hot from outside, his breath roughing over you in warm bursts. He huffs once, nostrils flaring like he’s trying to drag you deeper into his lungs.

“You fresh from a kill?”

His gaze flicks down to his shirt, to his hands, then back to your face. There’s a brief shadow of something that might be shame, but it is swallowed quick under a different hunger.

“Needed it,” he says simply. “Got carried away, maybe. Been thinkin’ ‘bout you all week, couldn’t get the taste of last time out my head. Needed somethin’ in between.” His fingers curl, flex, like they remember what they did. “But that didn’t help near enough.”

“Remmick,” you whisper, a warning and a plea both.

He hears both.

“You mad at me?” His knee sinks into the mattress as he braces one hand beside your hip, bending down, his chest hovering over yours.

The scent of him crowds everything else out, heavy and raw, layered over the trace of your perfume that sticks to him even days later. His breath breaks over your cheek in hot, shaky huffs, like he can’t quite calm himself enough to breathe normally. “You gonna send me back out into that dark after I’ve been thinkin’ about you every mile of it?”

“You can’t just come in while I’m asleep.” The protest comes out weak, softened at the edges by the way your body reacts to his nearness. “I… I didn’t tell you you could.”

He dips his head, lips brushing the edge of your jaw. You feel the way he inhales there, a long draw against your skin like he’s trying to drink from your pulse.

“You gave me your threshold,” he murmurs, voice rasping against your throat. “Door knows me now. House knows me. You told me to come in. That don’t just vanish.” His mouth skims higher, toward your ear. “If you don’t want me here, say the word. I’ll go stand in that field and howl ‘til dawn instead.”

You picture him out there, wild-eyed in the rows, hands empty, jaw still stained with someone else’s blood, staring back at the glow of your window as he paces and huffs steam into the night. The thought twists something hot and deep inside you, not fear so much as recognition. You reach up and grip the front of his ruined shirt without meaning to, fingers pressing into the damp fabric at his chest.

He feels the change in you instantly.

“There she is,” he breathes, relief and need tangled together. “Knew you didn’t drag me over that threshold just for one night.”

His mouth finds yours before you can answer, tongue sweeping past your parted lips in one messy, claiming stroke.

He tastes like copper and salt and the faint, ghost-sweet trace of whatever he bit into out there, but underneath it all is him—familiar and something your body knows now.

His kiss is too deep for a first kiss of the night, too desperate; he groans into you like he’s been starving and finally found something he can actually keep, breath puffing warm and uneven against your tongue.

Your fingers fist tighter in his shirt. You pull him down. The sheet tangles around your hips as he shifts his weight, one hand sliding up your thigh, rough thumb dragging the hem of your nightgown higher and higher.

By the time his palm cups the curve of your ass, you’re breathing hard against his mouth, your earlier annoyance drowned under the rush in your veins.

“Remmick,” you gasp, breaking the kiss as his fingers squeeze. “You… you’re filthy.”

“Gonna get you dirty too,” he says, voice gone hoarse with the promise, a little pant sliding between the words. “You’ll forgive me.”

His hands say more than the words do. They are already urging you, turning you, pressing at your hip, your shoulder. He guides you over like he’s done it a hundred times in his head, face-first into the pillows, nightgown rucked up around your waist.

The mattress dips as he follows, chest fitting along your back, weight settling over you in a way that pins you there without making you feel trapped. His booted feet slide further up the bed, one knee digging between your thighs.

“Spread ‘em for me,” he murmurs against your ear, his breath thick. “Let me see what I came all this way for.”

You know you could say no. You know he would pull back if you asked, would force himself upright and drag all that wildness out of your house and into the dark. You don’t say it.

Instead, you shift your knees wider, cheek pressed into the warm indentation your head left in the pillow, hands clutching the sheets.

Air ghosts over the backs of your thighs as he pushes your nightgown fully up, baring you completely. He hisses through his teeth, a raw, appreciative sound that makes your toes curl, then exhales hard at your spine, breath hot and damp as if he can’t stop himself from scenting you again.

“Look at you,” he groans, one hand smoothing up the back of your thigh until his thumb drags along your inner flesh, close to where you’re already starting to grow slick. “Always so pretty for me. I ain’t even touched you proper and you’re already gettin’ wet.”

“Been asleep,” you mumble into the pillow, flustered.

“Think you know what you dream about? I do.” He laughs quietly, breathy, and dips his head to your neck. “I hear it all over your heartbeat.”

His tongue finds your skin there, hot and wet, licking up a lazy stripe from the base of your neck to the hinge of your jaw. You feel the huff of his breath between each lap, like he’s panting against you as he chases your taste. You shiver hard, breath catching. He does it again, longer, teeth scraping lightly this time, a soft growl rumbling in his chest as he tastes salt and heat.

“Remmick,” you whine, hips rolling back involuntarily. “You’re… you’re makin’ a mess of me.”

“I ain’t even started,” he pants, a quick, hungry breath against the shell of your ear.

He fumbles with his pants behind you, cursing under his breath when the buttons don’t come quick enough for the state he’s in.

You can feel him moving, the bump and drag of his knuckles against your ass as he frees himself. When his cock settles heavy against the curve of you, hot and slick at the tip, you whine outright.

He nudges between your thighs, base heavy against the swell of your cheeks, head sliding down until he finds your entrance in one easy, obscene pass. He groans into your neck, breath shuddering in a rough huff that fans over your shoulder.

“Always so ready,” he whispers like a prayer. “You’re doin’ me in, darlin’. I swear you are.”

He pushes in slow at first, just enough to breach you, the thick head stretching you open. Your walls clutch around him, muscle yielding with that sweet ache you missed.

You hear his reaction right in your ear—broken exhale, a helpless whimper that drags low and raw across your nerves, followed by a harsh pant against your neck, his nose pressing in as if he’s trying to bury himself in your scent while his body sinks into yours.

“Oh, you’re tight,” he chokes. “Holdin’ on to me like you don’t wanna let me go.”

You whine, fingers twisting in the sheet. “Don’t want to.”

That does it for him.

His hips press forward in one steady, unstoppable glide until he’s buried, pelvis flush to your ass. The full length of him fills you, hot and heavy, and your breath leaves in a long, gasping moan.

He goes still for one heartbeat, chest crushed to your back, hands gripping your hips so hard you know he’ll leave bruises. His breathing comes in shorter bursts now, little huffs against the back of your neck as he tries to steady himself and fails.

“Jesus,” he groans, words breaking apart. “Jesus, girl. I’m in, I’m in, I’m in—”

He starts to move before he’s even finished saying it. The first thrust is deep and measured, dragging himself almost all the way out just to sink back to the hilt, savoring the catch of your body around him. The second is faster, harder. By the third, he’s lost the pretense of restraint.

He drives into you with his full weight, hips cracking against the round of your ass. Each slam of his pelvis sends his balls smacking into your clit, a wet, heavy slap that makes your thighs quake. The impact jars your whole body, cheek grinding into the pillow with every forward surge, the mattress squeaking in protest.

“Oh—oh, God,” you gasp, voice climbing higher. “Remmick—”

“Yeah?” he pants in your ear, words ragged, hair falling over his forehead to tickle your temple. His breath saws in and out over the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. “That good? Tell me.”

His tongue is on your neck again before you can answer, licking along the bend of it with messy, eager passes between thrusts. He laps at the thin sheen of sweat there, at the fluttering pulse under your skin, panting against you. Every time he pulls back to breathe, he makes some noise—soft whine, desperate little grunt, a cracked groan that sounds like it’s being ripped out of him, all of it spilling right into your ear.

“Talk to me,” he begs, hips pistoning. “Please. Tell me how it feels. I need to hear it.”

“It’s—ah—good,” you manage, voice shaking. “Feels… feels so good, Remmick. You’re so deep.”

“Yeah,” he says, almost disbelieving. “Yeah, I am. You’re takin’ it all, like a good girl, that’s right.” His pace somehow quickens, thrusts hammering into that same spot inside you until pressure coils tight in your belly. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this all night. All week. Me, right here. You, facin’ down in your sheets, lettin’ me use you.”

The words sink into your spine like teeth. Your toes curl, your cunt milking his cock as the weight of him continues to slap relentlessly against your clit. The combination of deep, unyielding thrusts and that sharp little smack of stimulation drags you closer and closer to the edge with dizzying speed.

His breath grows rougher, more animal than man, hot huffs and low growls spilling against your neck each time he slams into you.

“Don’t… don’t stop,” you whimper, hips pushing back to meet him despite the stretch. “Please, don’t stop.”

He whines, honest and wrecked. “You ask me like that, I never will.”

His chest presses more firmly to your back, his weight pinning you sweetly into the mattress. One of his hands abandons your hip to slide up your side, fingers curving beneath the nightgown to grab your breast, calloused thumb rolling your nipple in time with his thrusts. His teeth scrape your shoulder through the thin fabric, tongue darting out again and again.

“Come for me,” he rasps. “Let me feel you go. I wanna know what you sound like when you fall apart with my cock in you.”

You break on the next few strokes, climax rolling over you sharp and hot. Your entire body seizes around him, walls clamping down so tight he stutters, hips jerking. A cry tears out of you, muffled in the pillow, followed by a stream of broken little sounds as the orgasm pulses through your muscles.

He moans like he’s the one coming, voice splitting on your name. “That’s it, that’s it—oh, God, you’re squeezin’ me, you’re gonna… you’re gonna make me—”

He doesn’t pull out. He shoves in deeper instead, somehow, angle changing just enough that you feel him everywhere. You feel another orgasm threatening just from the way he continues to thrust through the first one, unrelenting. Overstimulation sharpens every sensation until your eyes sting, and his huffing breath at your neck makes it worse, each exhale a hot rush over oversensitive skin.

“Remmick,” you whine, half sob, half plea. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he pants, hand sliding down from your breast to press on your lower belly, feeling himself move inside you. “I know you can. You’re takin’ it, look at that. Gonna give me another, aren’t you? Gonna let me fuck you ‘til you forget what you were mad about?”

He’s babbling now, words spilling out between grunts as his rhythm turns almost frantic. His mouth is back at your neck, sucking over the frantic flutter as he groans against the place your pulse races for him.

“You’re mine,” he groans. “You hear me? You let me in, that makes you mine. My bed, my girl, my sweet little body shakin’ under me. Beggin’ for me not to stop while you tell yourself you oughta be mad.”

You come again, hard, with a sob that tears through the air. This one is rougher, sharper, your limbs trembling as release crashes down a second time. Your vision goes white at the edges. Your cunt spasms wildly around him, and he loses whatever fragile grip he had left.

“Oh, fuck—oh, I’m there, I’m there,” he gasps against your skin, voice breaking into a hoarse, animal sound. “Gonna come. Gonna fill you up, you want that? Say you want it. Please—please—”

“Yes,” you choke, barely more than a breath. “Want it—want you—”

He slams in deep and stays there, cock throbbing inside you as his release hits. He cries out, loud and unrestrained, voice breaking on a sound that edges toward a growl. Heat floods you in heavy pulses, thick and searing, filling every place you’re clenching around him.

His hips jerk through it, small, helpless thrusts that grind his balls against your oversensitive clit, drawing out the last shivers of your orgasm while his spills into you. Each pulse drags a rough, shuddering breath out of him, his mouth open against your neck as he moans through the aftershocks.

He pants into your neck, body shaking, tongue darting out once more to taste your damp skin. “Oh, God. Oh, God, I… I got you all messy now,” he stammers, half-laugh, half-moan. “Leakin’ all over your bed.”

You feel it, slow and filthy, his spend slipping past where you’re still wrapped around him, sliding down the backs of your thighs. Your muscles flutter, exhausted, but he’s still hard inside you, still thick and heavy and present, each tiny twitch making you whine.

“Remmick,” you murmur, breathless, a little dazed. “You came in without askin’.”

He huffs a laugh against your skin, breath puffing warm over the bite of his earlier kisses. “You gonna hold that over me long?” He shifts his weight, cock twitching, and you gasp again at the overstimulated pull. “Or you gonna let me make it up to you?”

You know what he means. His body gives it away—the way his hips give a tiny, testing roll, the way his cock refuses to soften, the way his hand on your belly tightens like he’s already bracing for another round. His breath is still rough and eager at your neck, little animal huffs smoothing into something steadier but no less hungry.

You shiver exhausted and aching and full, and still your answer comes easy.

“Make it up to me,” you whisper, cheek pressed against the pillow.

He groans, raw and grateful, teeth grazing your neck before his tongue soothes the sting, and his breath fans warm over your skin as he pulls back just enough to start moving again.