Anything from series to drabbles relating to the character written. Sorry, I dont know how to make this more pretty and organized, but I hope it makes sense! Will be updated as I continue to create more content.
The Devil All The Time (This was my first thing written after years of not writing anything, and it probably shows).
Landing in the Scottish Highlands present day wasn't what you expected. Having been there with your mom over a decade ago on vacation. The two of you taking several trips over the years so you could better understand your heritage. Now, it was just a desolate wasteland of infected creatures. You had known about the virus waging war over its people, but you didn't care.
Knowing it was stupid, reckless even. Your parents trying to convince you not to go, even though they knew you were stubborn. You had to see if he was okay. The last time you saw Jimmy was when you and him were nineteen. Before his side of the pond went to shit.
Starting with a few of your old haunts. The walking trails you and him used to frequent, the parks, the athleisure center. A castle or two he took you on a tour of when you came to visit for the last time. Not even his old church held him inside. But there was still…the idea came to you then.
Your legs on autopilot, carrying you faster than your lungs could keep up with taking in oxygen. Arriving at his house, where no doubt too much carnage had taken place. But for you it only held good memories. How much of one bad memory can take over a small lifetime of good ones you wondered. Gripping the compound bow you took with you, nocking an arrow into the drawstring.
Mentally preparing for whatever was inside. Inhaling deeply and pushing the front door open, your close quarter combat skills all coming back now, thanks to your dad teaching you for years. Starting at the left corner, taking silent yet steady steps forward. Pivoting to the right to check the corner, then the left corner to the right. You cleared the whole downstairs this way. Checking every blind corner and behind doorways.
Carefully taking the stairs to fully clear the second floor. Thats where the gruesome scene made you stop, just for a minute. A big spray of blood on the wallpaper. Arching in several spots where someone was bitten,then maybe thrown down the stairs. An array of viscera and brain matter splattered all over the wall further down.
The rust colored mark ending in a wide, long smear. More dried blood scattered everywhere. Huge puddles on the floor in multiple places. More stains and smears on the ceiling, the walls, a few of the doors. Just picturing the mayhem made you shiver in fear and disgust. All of the rooms were clear of threats.
Saving Jimmy’s bedroom for last. Clearing it quickly, you sat on his bed to give yourself a break.You take off your backpack and set your bow next to you. Taking inventory of your other weapons on you, all still being accounted for. Looking around his room and noticing everything was frozen in time.
Band posters taped all over two of the walls. CD’s scattered in places. A few of his favorite books by his bed on the floor. His room being cluttered as long as you can remember. You got up to look around more closely, bow at low ready again.
Your back was to the door now. That’s when the air in the room shifted. An electric charge you couldn't explain, not yet. Intuition knowing before your brain could keep up. Having no other option, you drew the bow again, pointing it straight ahead and whipping around to face what it was.
“Put it down, ya cunt. Who the fuck are you”, he asked angrily. It took you seconds to realize who it was. Only because time had changed him so much. Once short blonde hair now long and wavy. A dark purple velour tracksuit with many gold chains around his neck. An upside down cross lower than the others.
Small tiara perched on his head, adding an air of whimsy despite the overall unsettling look. Being a true crime junkie, his outfit definitely read “Heavens Gate”. Putting the bow down after he commanded, setting it on the bed with your arms up in surrender now.
“Jimmy”, you asked quietly. His features softened a little. Saying his name louder now, more of a statement.
Mouth open slightly, eyes glazing over in disbelief. Jimmy's brain was catching up now.
“Are you-”, he says your name. Pointing his right hand to you, each hand covered in rings. Nodding your head emphatically with a yes for good measure and saying your name. He started toward you slowly while you felt like a deer caught in headlights.
His body only inches from yours, blue eyes taking you in. Your breath hitched, unsure of what he’d do.
“Show me proof”, he said nonchalantly. From your backpack, grabbing a couple of snacks and a dark red hoodie he left at your house. An Iron Maiden patch haphazardly sewn on the right side. Jimmy gave you an imperceptible flash of a smile.
He seemed to remember how both of you crafted together when you were younger.
“Didnt you let me sew a cross to a back pocket of a pair of your jeans”, he asked. You chuckled at the memory.
“Yes. Mom said “Thats not right”and your dad said-”
Jimmy finished for you. “Blasphemy”. A long pause. Giving him a hug instinctively, trying to ward off the bad memory it may have conjured. “I missed you”, he said finally. His body tensed while yours melted, as if he forgot what you felt like, because he probably did.
“I missed you too, crazy”, you playfully added with a gentle swat of his shoulder. Pulling away from the hug, you gestured toward the snacks. “Im sorry I couldn't bring a feast”, you say guiltily. JImmy waved your shame away.
You and him munched on all your favorite snacks. Jimmy eventually accepted a freeze dried meal at your insistence. As the water started to boil over your little backpacking stove, the energy in the room seemed to shift. The moment you- maybe him, too- had dreaded finally came. Taking the water off the boiler and putting it into the pouch now, sealing it and placing it near Jimmy. Both your energies went from jokes and laughter to a somber silence now, talking in unison to fill the quiet.
“I thought you-” you started.
“I couldn’t-” JImmy almost finished. You waved him on to let him talk, hoping his perspective would calm your anxious mind. He clears his throat and begins to talk. “I couldn't write for so long because I was too focused on surviving”, he started. “I texted several times when I finally had the time or space to think. But I guess the power lines finally went out when I did. But-” he paused and stared off into space.
Trying to put his thoughts to words. Fuck it, he mumbeled to himself. “I thought of you all the time. What you were up to. What you looked like. How you were. If Id see you again”, he finished. A few long moments of silence, then he spoke again.. “Id come back here when I could. Just to have some comforts from before. I brought books you liked to read. Case you came back. And now…” he trailed off. You stared at Jimmy, dumbfounded. The awe and relief about his confession quickly turning to guilt. Sighing in hesitation and anger at yourself. You looked at Jimmy earnestly now, both sitting on his bed. Inhaling deeply, and preparing yourself for the tears that would inevitably come.
“I thought you were dead because I hadn't heard from you for over a decade. Starvation…shot by the military, maybe. Becoming infected”, your voice grave and soft. That was the hardest to admit. Not knowing when you arrived if you'd have to kill your best friend.
“In my mind- you continued- “I had cut that part of me off. The girl who still hoped. Because- the tears welled up now, breath and words catching in your throat- “It was better to protect myself then, rather than suffer later”, you finished. Tears falling faster and harder while your breath was shuddering and gasping. Almost hyperventilating. Jimmy embraced you in a hug then, warm and strong.
“Hey, hey, Im here” he cooed softly. But the tears and ragged breathing wouldn't stop. Snot dripping slowly towards Jimmy's velour top. Using your hand to quickly wipe it away. “S’alright, lovey”, he cooed again. Burying your head in the crook of his neck. Starting to mumble and ramble on to him. How much of a terrible friend you were. The guilt, the hopelessness. How you couldve- shouldve- done better. Sensing his hand moving toward your backpack but you didn't care. Though you did wonder what he was doing. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him pulling out your phone from your backpack. It felt surreal to see it here, now. Out of place. He takes your left thumb to unlock it. Navigating to your gallery and finding the album with yours and his initials. All the photos, edits, and videos saved over the years. “What are you doing?’
“Proving a point”, he said. He showed a short video your mom must have taken. Jimmy at five, walking over to you and saying hello, his mother off to the side while talking to tourists visiting a castle. All the while Jimmy talking to you excitedly, you joining in soon after. A memory of going to visit family after played in your mind. A photo of Jimmy visiting your country, celebrating your birthday.
Another photo of a separate visit, both seven now, seeing Jimmy’s house and meeting all his sisters. The house full of laughter and fun. Both eleven and having a sleepover at his house. Sixteen and Jimmy's in the backseat as you learn to drive; the video showing Jimmy giggling in the backseat as you comically panic while you try not to hit a curb. Your dad visibly stressed and angry. Jimmy showed you a few more pictures and videos before landing on the last photo of you two.
The last piece of evidence of your relationship. Of normalcy. Before two lives went to hell. You’re both nineteen, his house behind them while he smiled broadly at the camera, an arm around your shoulder. His fingers pinching your cheek to give a real open mouthed smile. The picture taken at just the right moment, while you smile with a quick genuine laugh.
Practically hearing Jimmy say “There ya go, sour puss”, smiling back at you. It was late October then, your favorite season. Tall trees with deep orange and yellow leaves surrounding his house, making it more magical. Snapping back to reality, his voice grounding you again. “We’ve been there for each other since day one. No more of that shite, alright”, he asks.
He scrolls to your text thread, showing you the one he sent just before everything. Nodding now, breathing calmer and cheeks no longer damp. Jimmy wiped them away, hands on your shoulders, giving a tender kiss on your forehead. Not romantically, but like he was trying to ground you in any way he could. “You’re alright now, lass”, he soothes softly. You agreed with him even if you didn't feel it quite yet. He let you gather yourself more before changing the subject. Talking later into the night. You are impossibly trying to catch him up on normal life and pop culture. Him going through his day to day survival. Noticing his mask slip until the boy he used to be came tumbling out. Stuck on a detail that made him start to zone out.
Breath getting faster and more shallow. Taking his hands into yours and realizing the were clammy. You didn't know what he was reliving, but you were doing your best to be here. Trying to get him to name things he could see, hear, smell, and touch. Giving him a hug when he calmed down enough.
Jimmy gripped onto you tightly, his breathe still shuddering a little. You whispered softly in his ear “Im not going anywhere. You thought you lost me once. You’re not losing me again”, you said. A few moments of silence. Jimmy seeming to search for the answers through you, looking at the wall.
“Okay”, he conceded. You tucked some of his hair behind an ear. He tried to muster a smile, but he still looked so sad. Feeling this was a very rare occasion for him to be more vulnerable and human. Giving him another longer hug before he whispered, close to you, “We’ll sleep in shift. I’ll take first watch”, he interrupted, knowing you were ready to argue. “For all I know, you took a one way trip to get here. Then spent days..weeks…trying to find me. You’re beyond exhausted. You sleep first”, he finished.
Stubbornly, you agreed and let your body relax. Almost instantly falling asleep when your head hit the pillow. Barely registering Jimmy's words “Sleep well, wee lamb”, He gently shook you awake. Jolting from your slumber and about to reach for your knife, until you remembered where you were. If you were already this on edge, how much time did Jimmy at twenty have? Not much, you guessed.
Trying to ask about when it was time for him to sleep. Looking out the window and judging by the sun, it looked about eleven am. “No, we gotta go now. We’re targets the longer we stay here. I’ll sleep later”, he said hurriedly. Nodding sternly, you didn't need to be told twice. Packing your stuff quickly with his occasional help.
Having practiced this enough times at home. ”Hold on” he adds, as if forgetting something. He takes off one of his gold chains and a gaudy ring. Placing both on your body. “They should know yer special to me. If they give ya shite, come to me. From now on, ya can be my right hand. If ya like”, as he gave quick glances to the windows and out in the hallway. You hoist the heavy backpack onto your shoulders.
Saying you'd think about it, not fully knowing the context. Heading down the stairs, Jimmy gave your hand a squeeze and you gave him two back as you both passed the carnage on the wall. No doubt he saw a memory very briefly again. “Yer ready?” he asks. He pulled out a knife from his pocket. “ That shouldn't be… Shaking your head, you gave a swat to his arm.
“That's my line”, you teased. He gave you a cheeky grin.
“Noticed ya eyeing my knife. Should see what else I pack”, his voice a little rougher but still teasing. Pushing open the door, readying yourselves, checking to make the coast was clear. s“Lets fucking go”, he whispered. And so you walked, Jimmy coming out to flank your right, weapons ready. For a brief moment you felt how he must’ve. The fear, terror, panic, uncertainty. Never knowing what's next, always hypervigilant. Wandering into a future that may not even exist. Both of you still had a lot to unpack. To catch up on. But right now you were a team. Just like old times. And that was all that mattered.
you’re deep asleep, dreaming about jimmy. you of course don’t know that he’s wide awake, staring at you.
he’s stroking his cock slowly, looking at your breasts almost hanging out from your ripped nightgown.
”pretty lass”, he whispers, petting your shoulder.
he gently squeezes your nipple, careful not to wake you up. you let out a small whimper.
”there she is”, jimmy cooes.
his hand wanders between your legs, you’re not wearing any underwear.
jimmy starts rubbing his thumb on your clit, drawing circles.
you let out a small moan in your sleep. you’re dreaming of jimmy doing the exact thing he’s doing to you now.
”dreamin’ about me?” jimmy chuckles.
he presses a slow kiss on your slightly parted lips, not wanting to wake you up yet.
he keeps teasing your clit gently, whispering sweet words to you.
”me pretty lass, all mine..” he cooes.
he can’t help himself anymore, so he shoves two thick fingers inside your cunt.
that’s what gets you to wake up.
”mmh, jimmy…” you whimper, confused.
”shh, shh, i know, i know, sorry fer wakin’ ye up”, he purrs.
”w-what are you doing?” you ask, trying to move away.
”shh, keep still fer me”, jimmy whispers.
you moan as jimmy keeps drawing circles on your clit, pumping his fingers in and out of you.
”ye like this, wee lass feelin’ good?” jimmy cooes.
you nod, letting out small whimpers.
”me wee slag”, jimmy purrs, pressing his thumb against your clit, hard.
you cry out in pleasure.
”come fer me, lovey”, jimmy says.
and you do. you squirt on jimmy’s fingers, an overwhelming sensation running through your body like lightning.
”good lass”, jimmy says.
then he kisses you, soft and gentle. he starts placing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and shoulder, moving onto your breasts. he pulls your nightgown slightly to the side so that your breasts are exposed to him. then he starts suckling on them, loud smacking noises filling the room.
he keeps moving down, kissing on your belly. then he starts gently nibbling on your inner thigh.
”w-wait, it’s too much”, you say, looking at jimmy.
”shh, ye’re gonna give me another one”, he says.
then he licks through your folds, slow and savoring.
you moan, still sensitive.
jimmy closes his lips around your clit, sucking on it gently.
”f-fuck, jimmy…” you moan.
jimmy chuckles against your cunt and keeps eagerly licking into you.
he keeps focusing on your clit, switching back and forth from sucking on it to flicking his tongue on it.
he’s out of breath, but doesn’t seem to mind it.
you squirt on his face, and he happily swallows everything.
”ye taste like honey”, jimmy cooes.
you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release. your body feels incredibly hot.
”j-jimmy, i’m gonna-”, you whimper.
”that’s it”, jimmy says, smushing his lips against your clit.
you let out a loud moan as you come inside jimmy’s mouth, and he drinks up your liquids.
jimmy gives your clit a gentle kiss and starts kissing on your body. your thighs, your belly, your breasts, your neck.
then he pulls his pants and boxers down. his cock is so hard it looks painful, the tip already wet with precum.
jimmy rubs the tip against your entrance.
”beg fer it”, he says.
”please!”, you whimper.
”please what?” jimmy asks, grinning.
”please just fuck me!” you say, grinding your cunt against his cock.
jimmy gives you a kiss and starts pushing in, slowly. he wants you to feel every inch of him.
you moan as he finally bottoms out.
he doesn’t start moving, though. he stays still inside you, panting.
”f-fuck, i’m gonna cum if i start movin’”, jimmy says.
he keeps still, laying on top of you, placing soft kisses on your neck.
”please, jimmy”, you breathe. ”please fuck me!”, you whine, wrapping your legs around him.
jimmy chuckles and gives you a deep, indulgent kiss.
then he almost pulls out, only to slam back in with a force so strong your legs shake.
”fuck”, he moans. he starts snapping his hips back and forth, pounding inside you, wet smacks echoing in the room.
”ye like this, yeah? fuckin’ dirty slag”, jimmy says, panting.
”whose cunt is this?” he asks.
”yours”, you moan.
”whose?” he repeats.
”yours, jimmy!” you whimper.
”thought so”, he chuckles.
in
out
he’s fucking into you relentlessly, moaning and grunting in your ear.
”fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck”, he breathes.
”ye feel so goddamn tight and good”, he says, licking your ear.
his pace changes, becoming more rushed, his thrusts turning sloppy.
”gonna cum, gonna fuckin’ breed this cunt”, he moans.
”ye’d like that, mummy?” he asks.
you nod, moaning.
”can’t hear ye”, jimmy says.
”yes! i want your baby”, you cry out.
”gonna make those tits full of milk fer me”, he pants.
then he stops, burying inside you for one last time. you feel thick ropes of cum pouring inside you.
jimmy crashes on top of you, not pulling out. he lets his cock go soft inside you.
”i love ye so fuckin’ much”, he says, kissing your neck.
”i love you too”, you say, petting his hair.
jimmy pulls out, his cum leaking on the bed and on your thighs.
he lays next to you and takes you into his arms, giving you constant kisses.
Simon Riley’s never thought that before—until they’re barreling down his driveway, barking up a storm at you. A pretty thing in the neighborhood, pushing a stroller.
He follows after his stubborn German Shepherds, gruffly ordering them to heel. They won’t hurt you, of course, but you don’t know that. He braces himself for the screams when he rounds the mailbox. A terrified mother and her child, chased by three trained-to-kill dogs and a masked man—
Laughter stops him in his tracks.
Cap, Kilo, and Mac are planted on their asses, tails wagging, tongues hanging out. Your toddler’s giggling so hard she’s nearly tippin’ out of her seat as she yanks on Mac’s ear, earning a face full of slobber for it.
And you—you’re bent over, one hand holding Cap’s paw, the other scratching behind Kilo’s ears.
“Cute pups,” you say.
Cute...what?
You look up at him, past his mask and into his eyes. He freezes. But you just smile.
“You military?”
He ends up not replying, because the setting sun catches in your eyes and his brain is temporarily short-circuited. You’re not deterred, however, your chin tilting to the gun holstered at his hip.
“My husband was, too.” Your gaze drops to the paw in your hand. “He did an op down in Coal Ridge last year.”
You don’t have to say anything else. Everyone knows what went down in the ridge.
Ghost tries to find something—anything—to say. Condolences would be a start. But nothing he thinks of is good enough, or sounds right in his head. So he just stands there, looming over you, watching you pet his assassin dogs.
And then—it hits him in the chest like a bullet.
You’re all alone in that house at the end of the street with your little girl.
Something rears its head under his ribs. A protective urge so strong it’s almost staggering.
“Well,” you sigh, straightening and offering him a playful, cute little salute. “Have a good one.” Your eyes flick to the insignia on his sleeve. “Lieutenant.”
As you stroll away into the setting sun, Simon watches you go, and the ‘cute pups’ whine at his feet as you leave.
And suddenly, three guard dogs don't seem like enough after all.
teenage coming of age movie where the senior class loser teams up with the most popular girl to throw the biggest rager the school has ever seen. its completely on the loser's dime: money she's saved up for the past four years. throughout the course of the movie, they bond and become close friends, giving insights into both of their lives.
and during the final party, this success, the popular girl looks at her new friend and realizes that she had spent all her money, sold a bunch of her favorite objects, gave away clothing-
"Shit," she says, in the middle of the chaos, in the middle of the flashing lights and bumping beat and friends she's had since middle school. "You're gonna kill yourself."
"Well," the loser says. "Not here. Not now. I just wanted one good night before it's done. One night where I can pretend."
it ends with the popular girl, in the middle of 'her' party, trying to swallow back her tears, make up running-
"I'm going to keep throwing parties, so you better keep coming. They aren't going to be as cool as this one, but they'll all have ice cream cake, so-"
they both laugh.
"-They're gonna be fun as fuck. You gotta come."
And theres a montage, probably the Charli CCX's Party 4 U, despite that being very on the nose. of popular girl standing in the middle of different parties. In the flashing lights, in the middle of dancing, in a crowd, still. waiting. Its different locations, the amount of people dwindles in each one, the lights slowly mellow into just a dim ambient look. The ice cream cake is there, melting in each scene. at the end, she's just sitting on a couch, full cake in front of her. her legs are tucked up on the couch and she's just watching her glass of wine. years have passed. she's an adult now in her own apartment. alone.
teenage coming of age movie where the senior class loser teams up with the most popular girl to throw the biggest rager the school has ever seen. its completely on the loser's dime: money she's saved up for the past four years. throughout the course of the movie, they bond and become close friends, giving insights into both of their lives.
and during the final party, this success, the popular girl looks at her new friend and realizes that she had spent all her money, sold a bunch of her favorite objects, gave away clothing-
"Shit," she says, in the middle of the chaos, in the middle of the flashing lights and bumping beat and friends she's had since middle school. "You're gonna kill yourself."
"Well," the loser says. "Not here. Not now. I just wanted one good night before it's done. One night where I can pretend."
teenage coming of age movie where the senior class loser teams up with the most popular girl to throw the biggest rager the school has ever seen. its completely on the loser's dime: money she's saved up for the past four years. throughout the course of the movie, they bond and become close friends, giving insights into both of their lives.
and during the final party, this success, the popular girl looks at her new friend and realizes that she had spent all her money, sold a bunch of her favorite objects, gave away clothing-
"Shit," she says, in the middle of the chaos, in the middle of the flashing lights and bumping beat and friends she's had since middle school. "You're gonna kill yourself."
"Well," the loser says. "Not here. Not now. I just wanted one good night before it's done. One night where I can pretend."
pairing: dark trucker!ari levinson x female reader
summary: you wake up alone for the first time since meeting your trucker, and it leads to an unexpected revelation about your relationship.
warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), brief dubcon, smut, piv sex, brief painful sex, unprotected sex, creampie, anal sex (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), sex toy, double penetration with a sex toy, rough sex, sadism/masochism, choking, breathplay, dacryphilia, painplay, face slapping, spitting/spit swallowing, finger sucking, biting, rough body play, rough breast/nipple play, brief food play, multiple orgasms, cock warming, pillow humping, scent kink, dirty talk, daddy kink, heavy degradation, some praise, pet names (sweetheart, baby, kiddo), possessive sex, possessive behavior, aftercare, controlling behavior, referenced abduction, referenced sex as payment, stockholm syndrome, a mean hot man—please please please let me know if i forgot to tag something!!!
word count: 14.2k
a/n: its been so long since i started writing this installment that i don't remember where the idea came from, but i think i wanted at least one more chapter about Ari and reader's relationship before the big finale where he takes her to see his friends. truthfully, i just don't want to finish this series because i love them so much, but i do think they needed to take this step before the ending. and i SWEAR the next update will be the finale (and the one where reader gets used by Lloyd and Curtis 🤭). anyway, i hope you enjoy this filth—with some surprisingly emotional relationship development!!
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Warm, dappled, late morning sunlight fell across your bare legs, which were twisted in well-worn sheets that felt like butter against your body. A deep, satisfied ache throbbed in your core while the rest of your limbs were loose and relaxed.
It was the perfect way to wake up, in your opinion, drifting lazily into the real world from the depths of sleep with a smile on your face, and a bone-deep knowledge that you were right where you belonged.
But, somewhere between sleeping and waking, you realized something: Something wasn’t right in your near-perfect world. Something was…missing.
Heaving a disgruntled little sigh, your hands went searching through the soft, tangled sheets and mussed blankets of the oversized bed, looking for the familiar warmth and weight of your trucker. But your seeking fingers came up empty, and the corners of your mouth tipped down into an unhappy frown when you realized what that meant.
Ari Levinson wasn’t where he was supposed to be—he wasn’t in bed with you.
You huffed a frustrated sound as you rolled onto Ari’s side of the bed, burying your face in one of his pillows and inhaled the musky, masculine scent that was all him. Your hands were still searching in vain for your trucker, because you had to be sure he wasn’t there, but refused to open your eyes just yet.
Another discontented noise slipped from your lips, muffled by the pillow, as you reached for him only to find nothing but cold sheets and empty air. The bed you shared with Ari at his cozy bungalow by the sea was large, especially compared to the bunk in his truck, but you knew before you raised your head and cracked an eye open that he wasn’t there.
For a moment, you were overwhelmed with yearning to be back in the cab of his truck, where there wasn’t as much space and Ari was always within reach. You’d taken it for granted that your trucker was always so afraid of you leaving that he never left you alone for long.
If there was one major difference about being in Ari’s home after he’d completed the long-haul route where he’d found you, it was the sheer amount of space the bungalow afforded. Even glancing around the modest-sized bedroom, which the two of you kept relatively neat despite all the clothes and things you’d begun to acquire since Ari brought you home, it seemed like more space than either of you really needed.
Closing your eyes again, sleep still tugging at the edges of your consciousness, you strained your ears for any sign of your trucker moving around in the bathroom attached to the bedroom, or the living room or kitchen beyond. But there was only silence, nothing to indicate where Ari was.
All of a sudden, a terrifying thought occurred to you: Was Ari…gone? Had he left you?
An inexplicable fear clenched in your stomach as you turned over, rolling toward the windows that overlooked the small backyard attached to Ari’s house. His pickup truck—the one he drove when he wasn’t steering a big rig around the country—wasn’t in the driveway or the detached garage.
The lazy weight of sleep cleared from your mind and body, quickly being replaced by panic and anxiety. Instinctively, your fingers lifted to your neck, and you breathed a sigh of relief when you felt one of your collars still circling your neck.
The chain was thin and delicate against your skin, but deceptively strong, unable to be broken without serious strength or tools. The heart-shaped pendant engraved with ‘Baby’ on the front, and ‘Property of Ari Levinson’ on the back, still rested in the hollow of your throat.
The collar looked like a normal necklace, but it had a locking mechanism that only Ari could unfasten. No one else could take it off—including you—and it was still on, which you took as a good sign.
Surely, if Ari had decided to leave you, he would’ve unlocked your collar first. Right?
Despite the reassurance you felt from the collar around your neck, a sense of unease still settled low in your stomach, making it churn. Something was off.
Ari very rarely left you alone, and when he did, he always chained you up first. In fact, the only time he’d gone out without you was when he’d taken the cab of his rig to be inspected by the company he worked for.
Before he’d left, Ari had looped your thick black leather collar around your throat and attached it to a chain tied to his bed, with enough slack for you to go to the bathroom if you needed. He’d left you with food and water and made the trek to the company’s inspection location on his own, since bringing you would’ve raised too many questions.
It was the longest the two of you had been apart since he’d picked you up off the side of the road—and you’d missed your trucker while he’d been gone. You’d happily accepted the collar and the chain and waited for him to return, because you’d known he would.
You knew how it would sound to someone else if you ever told anyone—you knew it was more than a little messed up, the lengths to which Ari went to make sure you stayed with him. But you’d asked for the collar, you’d consented to being locked up and chained to his bed while he was gone.
After a lifetime spent begging people to love you—even people like your parents, who were supposed to love you unconditionally—and clinging on to men who barely tolerated your existence until they finally got sick of you and dumped you from their lives (literally, in the case of your most recent ex), being with Ari was exactly what you needed.
It was what you wanted—a man who didn’t notice how needy or clingy you were because he was too busy clinging to you. He needed you just as much as you needed him, and he was so afraid of you leaving him that you never had to worry about him leaving you.
Even after all your time together, Ari was still worried you’d run. He was trying to get better about trusting you, and believing you actually wanted to stay with him, but it was taking time. Thankfully, you had plenty of patience, and a deep desire to prove you were nothing like the people who’d left you—or the ones who’d left him.
As far as you could tell, it had been going well. Since he’d brought you home, Ari had been getting better about letting you out of his sight. Sometimes he’d leave you to read in bed while he watched TV in the living room, or let you shower on your own while he cooked in the kitchen.
But those were small steps. Leaving you home alone without a chain keeping you there… You had to wonder if Ari had forgotten to chain you up.
But it was hard to believe Ari would forget such a thing. He wasn’t the type of man who’d care about waking you up to put your leather collar on, and he was possessive enough that it bordered on obsession. You couldn’t wrap your mind around the thought of your trucker forgetting to chain you up before leaving you on your own.
There was only one other explanation you could think of: It must’ve been a test. And if it was a test, it meant you could ace it—and you could show Ari that he could trust you enough to be there when he got back.
Still, you were curious about how much freedom he’d given you. You didn’t think your trucker would actually let you leave, and you were half-convinced he was hiding just outside the front door or around the corner in his truck, waiting for you to run.
You decided to poke around and find the limits of the false freedom Ari had given you.
Throwing on one of Ari’s flannel shirts, you padded through the bedroom door into the open plan living room and kitchen at the front of the house. Biting back a smile, you darted to the front door and quietly undid the bolt, then grabbed the handle.
Yanking the door open, you half expected Ari to be on the other side, waiting to pounce and haul you back inside. But when you whipped it open, prepared to surprise him and jump into your trucker’s thick arms, there was no one. Just the front porch of the bungalow, with its swinging bench and the many plants you’d accumulated since Ari brought you home.
A fissure of disappointment wormed through your gut, and your heart panged with longing—not for the world outside the bungalow, but for your trucker. It had been a long while since you’d woken up alone, since before he’d picked you up off the side of the road and didn’t let you go, and you decided, right then, you didn’t care for it.
Tentatively, still sure Ari was lying in wait for you, you stepped outside into the warm, spring sunlight. The chill of morning was still clinging to the smooth wooden boards beneath your bare feet, but the sun and the sultry breeze off the sea were ensuring it would be a beautiful day.
You took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of salt wafting in from the ocean, and let a smile settle on your lips. You really loved the place Ari called home, and you were glad you got to be there with him—that he’d let you make it your home as well.
Stooping down, you checked on some of your plants, still thinking Ari was probably watching you and waiting for you to run. But when he didn’t show, you shrugged to yourself. With one last look around the neighborhood, which had long since woken and settled into their day, you headed back inside.
You locked the front door behind you and skipped back to the bedroom, more than happy to wait for your trucker to return from the comfort of his bed. There was still a fissure of unease in your gut, telling you something was off, but you chalked it up to the unfamiliarity of waking up without Ari.
Shedding the flannel shirt you’d donned to go outside, you dove back into bed naked, the soft sheets tangling around your bare body. Your face found Ari’s pillow instinctively, and you breathed in deeply, inhaling the delicious, familiar scent of his musk. The thick smell went straight to your head, making your thoughts a little fuzzy while desire bloomed in your core.
Ari was, generally, cleaner while you’d been at his house and he could avail himself of his private bathroom, as opposed to when you were on the road and he didn’t get a chance to shower as often. But frankly, you missed the pungent, spicy scent of his sweat, the way his smell permeated every inch of the truck cab, surrounding you and seeping into your skin until you smelled like him, too.
You took another deep whiff of his pillow, where his scent was embedded deep into the fabric. A heavenly warmth flooded your body, settling between your bare thighs, wetness gathering at your slit. All from the mere scent of your trucker. It was pathetic, how turned on you were from Ari’s smell, but you couldn’t help it—and you needed more.
You whimpered into his pillow, your lips parting and drool beginning to drip from the corner of your mouth as you inhaled his smell again and again. Need rolled through you like a freight train, your body reacting instinctively to Ari’s scent and preparing yourself for his cock in your cunt.
But he was gone, and you didn’t know when he was coming back. You didn’t know how long his test would last, how long he’d give you to run away only for him to catch you. But you were determined to be ready and waiting for your reward when he inevitably returned and found you still in his bed.
Your pitiful whimpers devolved into needy whines the more you huffed Ari’s scent. It wasn’t long before your hips were rocking in a humping motion, though there was only air and the thin bedsheets for you thrust against. Neither were the thick cock of your trucker, and it made your mind even fuzzier with a desperate yearning for him.
Needing more friction, you rolled onto your front and dug your knees into the mattress. You shoved a pillow between your thighs that also smelled like Ari, and pressed your dripping slit down on the seam. You didn’t care if you made a mess of the pillow, it was the closest you could get to what you really needed.
You squeezed the pillow between your thighs and humped helplessly against it, grinding your greedy pussy on its softness so that every thrust of your hips rubbed your clit against the seam along the side. All the while, you kept your face shoved into Ari’s other pillow, inhaling his scent like you were getting high off it.
The delicious friction of humping Ari’s pillow was enough to keep you turned on, but the plush softness was too yielding for you to get off. So all you could do was chase your pleasure even as it remained constantly out of reach. You were writhing like a mindless thing while you waited for your trucker to return.
That was how Ari found you—with your ass in the air, hips humping his pillow, your face planted his other pillow while you moaned and drooled over the scent of his musk.
You didn’t notice your trucker at first, and you didn’t know how long he stood at the edge of the bed watching you, but when he spoke, his rumbling, familiar voice brought you out of the delicious daze you’d fallen into.
“Well, what do we have here?” Ari asked, a predatory grin in his deep voice.
You turned your head toward the sound of him, finding your trucker towering over your naked body, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, a bulge already standing proudly in the front of his pants. He looked like a king—a god—and you were more than happy to be on your knees in front of him.
“I couldn’t leave you for an hour without you humping my pillow like a bitch in heat, huh, cock whore?” Ari teased, a cruel kind of mischief glinting sharply in his blue eyes.
That look sent a shiver of need racing down your spine, but you barely had a chance to let out a pitiful whine before Ari’s hand was wrapping around the front of your throat, just below your chin, and he was lifting your head from his pillow.
He manhandled your body into the position he wanted, sitting you up on your haunches, wringing a moan from your throat when the seam of the pillow rubbed against your sensitive clit. You watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, noticing the moment his gaze fell to your neck.
Something like panic flashed in Ari’s eyes before they filled with rage, his gaze narrowing on the hollow of your throat.
“Baby, where’s your leather collar?” he asked in a growl, his voice lower and more dangerous than you’d ever heard it. “Where’s your chain?”
It was taking every single one of your braincells to resist the urge to paw at his cock through his jeans and beg him to fuck you, so all you could do was blink innocently up at your trucker, your lust-filled mind unable to understand why he was asking those questions. Surely, he knew where your collar and chain were.
“What d’you mean, daddy?” you asked. “I woke up like this.”
Emotions flitted across Ari’s face, almost too fast for you to understand them, but you recognized suspicion and anger. Then there was something that looked a lot like a tentative kind of hope—before it bled back into fury.
“You woke up like this,” Ari echoed, each word bitten off like he was using his teeth to tear through stone.
It was only then that his expression—stormier than you’d seen it in all your time with your trucker—and the tenor of his voice finally broke through the haze of desire that had still been filling your head.
You blinked rapidly, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. Absentmindedly, your fingers brushed the pendant in the hollow of your throat, beneath where Ari’s hand still circled your neck.
“I thought…” you trailed off, coming to the realization that it hadn’t been intentional. Ari hadn’t been testing you. He’d genuinely forgotten to chain you up before he’d left.
But that didn’t make sense. He was terrified of you leaving him, of that you were absolutely sure. He’d never forget to make sure you couldn’t leave him. Unless…
Your breath caught in your throat and you hardly dared to hope that maybe, just maybe, Ari had begun to trust you. That somewhere, deep in his subconscious, he’d known he could leave you at home without chaining you up because he could trust you to still be there when he got back.
“It wasn’t a test?” you asked, your voice so full of hope it threatened to burst like a bubble in your face.
Ari’s jaw ticked with the force of him grinding his teeth, and he used the hand around your throat to tow you closer, his gaze unreadable as it roved over your face. His fingers dug into the sides of your neck, and for a moment, you saw something wild in Ari’s blue eyes, something that made excitement zip up your spine.
“Did you go outside, baby?” Ari rumbled, a dangerous undercurrent in his voice, a slight tremor in his words. “Be honest—be honest with me right now.”
It spoke to how unsteady your trucker must’ve been feeling that he needed to urge you to be honest. But he didn’t have to worry, you’d never even considered lying to him, especially not when you were so sure you were so close to earning a shred of his trust.
“Just to the porch,” you said, staring deep into Ari’s eyes. “Just to see if you were there.” You paused, remembering the disappointment you’d felt when he hadn’t been there, waiting for you. “I didn’t like waking up alone.”
Ari stared at you for a long, long moment. You held yourself perfectly still, your heart beating a quick, steady rhythm in your chest while you let him look his fill. You had nothing to hide from your trucker—he was your man, your king. Yours. And you were his.
And you were certain, down to your very bones, that he was right on the precipice of finally believing you weren’t going to leave him. You held that hope close to your heart and held your breath, imploring him silently to trust you.
“You didn’t run,” Ari forced out finally, his voice rough and gravelly as an unpaved road. “You coulda run, but you didn’t.” For the first time since he’d noticed your collar and the lack of a chain affixing you to the bed, Ari let his eyes wander down the rest of your body.
His gaze flared and heated as it roved over your naked form, lingering on the way your plush thighs were straddling one of his pillows. The corner of his mouth tipped up in a small smirk when he focused in on your pussy, pressed against the seam of the pillow, an obscene wet spot visible between your thighs.
“You didn’t leave—you got back into my bed and started humping my pillow,” Ari rumbled, a strange tenor in his tone, like he wasn’t sure if he believed the words he was speaking, even as he saw the truth of them right before his eyes. “Did you…miss me, baby?”
Ari’s gaze flicked back up to yours, and the smile he gave you was devastating. Not just because he was so handsome—it was, after all, the same smile that had lured into into his truck all those weeks ago—but because you knew him well enough to see the insecurity buried deep in the depths of his blue eyes. He didn’t believe you could miss him.
It occurred to you then that you’d never told Ari you missed him. Granted, he didn’t often give you an opportunity to miss him, but even after the trip he’d taken to get his rig inspected, you’d been too distracted by his return to tell him how you’d felt while he’d been gone.
You softened at his question, a sweet smile tugging at the edges of your lips. Your hands reached for him, not out of habit but because you wanted to touch him, your fingers curling in the cotton of his well-worn t-shirt. You pulled him even closer to the edge of the bed, his thighs pressing against the mattress.
It was all too easy and enjoyable to kiss your trucker, to press your lips against his and smile as his thick beard tickled your cheeks. Ari’s mouth was soft and yielding beneath yours, and you took the opportunity to flick your tongue teasingly against the seam of his lips, grinning when he rumbled a hungry growl deep in his chest.
“I like you, Ari,” you murmured against his mouth before pulling back and staring deep into his eyes, willing him to hear you—to believe you. “And yes, I missed you. I didn’t like waking up alone,” you repeated what you’d said earlier, your fingers tangling tighter in his shirt. “I didn’t like waking up without you.”
For the first time since you’d met him, Ari seemed at a loss for words. He was quiet, watching you while his mind worked, and you were close enough that you could see the emotions flitting across his gaze—anger and disbelief giving way to something tentative and fragile.
Ari’s hand flexed around your throat, fingers digging into the sides of your neck so deeply, you went a little lightheaded, swaying closer to your trucker’s broad body. He used your closeness to sweep a palm down your spine and grab your ass hard enough to make you yelp, your tits pressing against his firm chest as he hauled you closer.
Then his mouth descended on yours and he was claiming you with a kiss. There was a feral kind of possessiveness in the way Ari’s lips devoured yours, the way his teeth sank into the soft, plump flesh or your lower lip, and the way his tongue swept into your mouth, plunging deep like he was determined to lick your soul out from your throat.
Ari’s kiss was an assault on your senses, immediately overwhelming, and it was all you could do to let your body succumb to the sensations, giving your body to your trucker just as much as you’d already given him your heart.
He claimed and he claimed and he claimed your mouth until your head was dizzy from a lack of air, and even then, Ari didn’t stop until you were squirming desperately in his arms. Finally, he wrenched his lips from yours, leaving you both gasping for air, your trucker’s broad chest heaving in time with yours where you were crushed against his body.
“You missed getting woken up with my cock in your cunt, didn’t you, you filthy little slut?” Ari cooed meanly, pushing you back so he could grin at the kiss-drunk look on your face while he slapped your ass. “Show me how much you missed me, cock whore. Show me with that depraved little mouth of yours.”
His command was your only warning before Ari shoved you down to the bed, tipping your face up so it was level with his groin. Your nose nudged the bulge in his jeans, and you felt his cock twitch in response, making you smile and nuzzle deeper into his lap.
You weren’t surprised by the shift in your trucker’s mood, or by the fact that he was steering you both back to much more familiar territory rather than confronting the implications of what you’d said—or what he’d done by forgetting to chain you up before he’d gone out. Ari wasn’t the type of man to talk about his feelings, but that didn’t mean something wasn’t shifting between you two.
Ari was finally starting to trust you, to believe that you weren’t going to leave him. You were sure of it. You just had to be patient while he came to terms with it. And if that meant sucking his cock instead of talking more? Well, it wasn’t like you didn’t love having Ari’s cock down your throat.
You let the conversation go and pressed your face against Ari’s bulge, kissing and licking his hardness through his jeans, moaning when you inhaled the familiar scent of him straight from the source. Your fingers fumbled with the button and fly of his jeans, not bothering to pull your face away because you couldn’t bear to move.
Besides, you knew Ari would give you a hand when he was good and ready. So you focused most of your attention on worshipping his cock through his jeans, running your tongue along the thick length of him through the rough denim, mouthing and sucking on the tip until the fabric was drenched in your spit.
Eventually, Ari grew tired of you whining for his cock and fumbling with his fly, and he took over. He made quick work of undoing his jeans for you, shoving them down his thick thighs until his massive cock bounced free—right into your face.
The long, girthy length bumped your nose and you purred happily, kissing the base of his cock and flicking your tongue out to lap at his balls. Then you craned your neck up to look at your trucker, his cock laying across your cheek as a sultry smile spread across your face.
“I missed your cock sooo much, daddy,” you purred, giving Ari what he wanted—what he needed. You pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses along the line of his shaft while smiling up at your trucker. “Missed waking up to your fat cock splitting open my tight cunt, missed creaming all over your big dick first thing in the morning.”
You cut off your own gushing words by taking Ari’s flushed tip into your mouth and sucking him deep into your throat. The tension that had begun to bleed from his body while you spoke drained entirely as you bobbed your mouth on his cock. You gave him a sloppy blowjob, drool filling your mouth and leaking from the corners to make a mess of your chin.
Ari’s broad shoulders were relaxed and his big hands were holding your face while his head dropped back, a pleased groan tumbling from his lips as his hips shunted forward, forcing his cock deeper into your throat. You gagged, making wet gluk-gluk-gluk sounds as he fucked your throat, trying to loosen and let him deeper as your hips humped idly against the pillow still stuck between your thighs.
“Such a hungry little cock whore,” Ari rumbled, his voice rolling over you like the crashing waves of the near-distant ocean, sending pleasure down your spine and making you moan around his big cock. “Good slut, take daddy’s cock deep into that filthy mouth—lemme fuck your throat like it’s a pussy.”
Your trucker’s hips thrust forward and he buried his cock all the way to the base in your mouth, using his grip to hold you down while you choked and gagged and tried to get used to the thick girth of him. All the while, Ari groaned his pleasure, enjoying the way your throat clenched around his cock, until finally you managed to relax your muscles.
When you blinked tears from your eyes, you looked up and found your trucker grinning almost affectionately down at you, his eyes glittering like the bright sunshine off the blue water of the sea. His thumb brushed a tear from your cheek, then pushed it into the corner of your mouth beside his thick cock, feeding you your salty tears while he chuckled at the way his thumb distorted your face.
“Are you thirsty, too, kiddo?” Ari cooed condescendingly, barely waiting for you to even think about nodding before he was moving.
Pulling his cock from your mouth with an obscene wet sound, Ari lifted your head away from his groin, giving you a half-hearted glare when you whimpered pathetically at the loss of his heavy weight on your tongue. His hand wrapped around the underside of your chin, fingers digging into your cheeks as a slow, cruel grin curled his mouth.
“Open up, baby, and stick out your tongue for daddy.”
Obediently, you did as Ari commanded, opening your mouth wide and pushing your tongue out eagerly, waiting for what you knew was to come. You watched as Ari gathered saliva on his tongue, your hips wiggling excitedly while he pursed his lips. You stared up at your trucker with pleading eyes.
Ari’s warm spit hit your tongue and you swallowed it with a pleased smile and a happy humming sound. “Thank you, daddy,” you murmured, your voice husky from how roughly he’d fucked your throat. Then you opened your mouth again and stuck out your tongue, just like your trucker had trained you.
It made Ari chuckle, and the delicious rumble of it sent a shower of pleasure cascading down your body to settle heavily between your thighs, where your pussy clenched around nothing. A whine worked its way up your throat, and you squirmed in Ari’s hold, not able to ask for what you wanted with your mouth open and tongue out.
“Still thirsty, sweetheart?” he asked in that patronizing tone you loved so much.
You nodded your head as best you could with his hand still gripping your chin, but it was enough to make him grin and chuckle condescendingly at your eagerness. “That’s my good slut,” he purred, shifting his hand and pursing his lips, spitting on you again.
Instead of landing on your tongue, though, the glob of spit landed on your cheek, making you flinch a little. Blinking in surprise, opened your mouth wider and stared up at Ari, holding your pose even with his spit on your cheek.
“Oops, baby, I missed,” Ari cooed, his tone so unrepentant that you knew it hadn’t been a mistake. When he gathered more saliva on his tongue and spit on you again, you managed not to flinch even as he missed for a second time. “Fuck, I keep missing—guess I’ll just have to feed it to you, huh?”
Ari held your throat firmly in his grip while using the fingers of his other hand to gather up the spit on your cheek. Without warning, he shoved two of his fingers deep into your mouth, feeding you his spit while you choked and gagged on him.
More tears sprang to your eyes as he pushed the tips of his thick fingers against the back of your throat, making you struggle and squirm in his grip. But Ari was unrelenting, his blue eyes sparkling with humor as he pulled his fingers free, scooped up the rest of his spit and thrust back into your mouth.
“That’s it, kiddo, take daddy’s fingers deep in that pretty little throat,” Ari muttered, his gaze bright and intense as he watched you try hard to take his fingers. “Choke on them just like you gag on my big daddy dick.”
Warmth rushed through your body at his filthy, degrading words, and you loved it. You loved the way he treated, you the way he talked to you, and you wanted to be good for him, to do as he said. So you steeled yourself, learning Ari’s rhythm and starting to meet his thrusting fingers with a forward bob of your head.
Ari laughed when he realized what you were doing, the pleased sound washing over you as deliciously as any praise, and the corners of your mouth tipped up in a smile while drool and spit and tears streamed down your face.
You were a mess, but you knew your trucker loved defiling your face and body, so you didn’t make any move to wipe yourself clean. Your hands stayed curled in his t-shirt, clinging to your trucker while he had his fun with you.
“That’s my girl,” Ari purred, pulling his fingers from your mouth and laughing huskily as you sucked in air. His hand squeezed around your throat until your gaze met his. “I take such good care of you, don’t I, kiddo?” he asked, a wolfish smile spreading across his handsome face.
For some reason, Ari’s question struck a chord deep in your heart, and your breath caught in your throat. You weren’t sure if there was a deeper meaning to his question, or if you were just reading into it too much, but it didn’t feel like simple dirty talk anymore. Without thinking, you let the truth spill from your lips.
“Yes, you do, daddy. You know exactly how to take care of me,” you said in a rush, the words nearly tripping over themselves in their eagerness to tumble off your tongue. “You’re everything I need, you’re everything I want—you’re everything to me, Ari.”
It was the closest you’d ever come to saying how you truly felt about your trucker, and as soon as the words were out of your mouth, you went completely still, horror washing through your heart that you might’ve read the situation and his mood wrong. Your eyes went wide, like you couldn’t believe what you’d just admitted, and waited for Ari to react.
Everything in your gut told you he was going to dump you, that you’d pushed him too far and he was going to retreat into himself and do what everyone had always done to you—leave. As the seconds ticked on, with Ari’s unreadable blue eyes raking over your face, you were more and more certain he was going to pull away and leave you all alone.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” Ari muttered, something deep inside your trucker snapping.
Between one breath and the next, he was using his hand around your neck to shove you backward onto the bed, his big body chasing you down and climbing onto the mattress to cover you.
It wasn’t graceful, the way Ari bullied his hips between your thighs, and it wasn’t gentle, the way he shoved his cock into your cunt without preparation. A startled cry burst from your lips, but your trucker didn’t stop, pulling his hips back and plunging into your pussy again.
It felt like he was splitting you open with his thick girth, but you relished the sting because it meant Ari wasn’t leaving. Instead, he was pushing deeper and deeper into your body, like he planned to stake his claim on your heart, and build a home between your ribs.
“Ari, please,” you whined, clawing at the t-shirt he still wore until he paused long enough to tear it off over his head. Then you pulled him back down on top of you, so his big body was crushing yours into the mussed blankets of the bed. “I need more—I need it all, daddy. I need you, please.”
You pressed your face into Ari’s beard just under his jaw so you could whimper your desperate pleas and keening sounds straight into the pulse thrumming beneath his skin. Your ankles hooked around the backs of his thighs, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, clinging to your trucker for dear life as he worked his cock deeper into your body.
“That’s fucking right,” Ari growled, pulling his hips back until only the tip of his cock remained inside you, then his hips drove forward, impaling you completely with one brutal thrust on his final word.
You screamed your pleasure into Ari’s beard, the cry feeling like it was torn from your throat. Already, you were shaking and overwhelmed with the delicious mix of pleasure and pain only your trucker offered, but he didn’t give you even a moment to acclimate before he started fucking you, words spilling from his lips.
“You fucking need me, don’t you, baby?” Ari seethed, biting his words out through gritted teeth while he fucked you in hard, merciless strokes, making you feel every inch of his thick length as it pounded into your helpless, greedy pussy. “You need me and only me—and you’ll never fucking leave me, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
Ari’s words were a condescending sneer, but you knew your trucker well enough to hear the need beneath his tone. He was just as scared of you leaving him as you were of him leaving you. He needed reassurance that you weren’t going to abandon him, and you were more than happy to give it.
“Yes, yes, Ari, I’ll never leave you—I need you,” you cried, tears streaming from your eyes as emotion and pleasure swirled dangerously in your belly. “I need you, daddy, I need you. Oh god, I need…”
You trailed off as a wailing sob of pleasure worked its way up your throat, spilling from your parted lips. You buried your face deeper into Ari’s beard, trying to muffle your pathetic sounds, even as they spurred your trucker on, his hips snapping furiously between your thighs.
“Come, cock whore,” Ari commanded, fucking you hard into the mattress. “Show daddy what a perfect little slut you are, kiddo, and come all over my big, fat dick.”
He was everywhere—his broad body covering yours, hips snapping between your thighs to bury his thick cock deep in your pussy, hitting a spot that had your breath hitching on a scream. He wrapped himself around you, his biceps bulging deliciously next to your head as he held you in the cage of his arms.
Ari pounded into you harder, one of his hands finding your throat and squeezing the sides until you could barely breathe. His teeth nipped at your neck, the sting of pain adding a delicious edge to the pleasure, before he was growling words in your ear that would ruin you.
“Come for me, baby,” Ari cooed meanly. “While I split this cunt open in the way only I can, so you’ll never forget that you fucking need me.”
With a strangled scream, you came undone, your very being unravelling at the unguarded emotion in Ari’s words and the perfect way his cock filled you, fucked you. Pleasure washed over you and through you, shaking you down to your soul while you came apart on Ari’s cock.
Black crept into your vision, and you didn’t even care, your mind too focused on the bliss spiralling through your body. But before you could pass out, Ari relented, a grunt spilling from his lips as he buried his face in your neck, sucking on your pulse point hard enough that your pussy clasped weakly around his cock.
Ari’s hips stuttered in their rhythm before he pressed himself deep in your cunt, but you didn’t feel the twitching throb of his release filling you. He squeezed you tight in his arms, a slight tremble wracking his body like he was exerting a great deal of effort.
As you came back to yourself, you noticed your trucker was still obscenely hard inside you. You felt strangely hollow without his come leaking out around his cock. A thread of unease worked down your spine, and you lifted shaking fingers to tangle in his hair.
“Ari…?” you asked, your voice small and anxious in a way you hadn’t heard it since you’d gotten into his truck. You hated how uncertain and vulnerable you sounded, but in all your time with your trucker, you couldn’t think of any time when he hadn’t come inside you.
Before you could wonder what you’d done wrong, Ari lifted up enough so he could meet your gaze with his dark blue eyes. He shot you a depraved little smirk, something almost affectionate in the way his eyes crinkled at the edges.
“You did good, baby,” he murmured charmingly, even as a little bit of condescension crept into his tone. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
His praise soothed the anxiety curdling in your belly, and you were so preoccupied by your relief, it took you a moment to understand his words. You didn’t think you imagined the perverted glint in his gaze, and an echoing smile tugged at the edges of your mouth.
Ari pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “I got something for you while I was out,” he explained, still remaining vague. “Something to prepare you for when I take you to meet my friends.”
That statement piqued your curiosity, and you brightened at the idea of a present. While living with Ari, he’d made sure you wanted for nothing important, and got you little gifts sometimes. But it was rare for him to get you something for a reason so mysterious, and it made you excited to see what it could be.
“What is it?” you asked, your voice still a little breathless from your release—and from your eagerness to see what he’d gotten you.
Extricating himself from your body, and ignoring the low moan that slipped from your lips when he pulled his still-hard cock from your sensitive pussy, Ari stood from the bed. He shed what remained of his clothes, and grabbed a paper bag from where he’d dropped it just inside the bedroom door.
You lifted your head, but couldn’t make out what was in the bag. To your surprise, Ari didn’t immediately rejoin you on the bed. Instead, he stalked into the bathroom, as if on a mission, leaving you to wonder what on Earth he was doing.
For a moment, you were distracted by the sight of Ari’s naked body.
After so much time on the road, when you only got to see bits and parts of his body—his bare chest with its thick coat of hair that felt delicious against your tightened nipples, or his tree-trunk thighs with their muscles flexing beneath your fingertips when he fucked your throat—it still felt like a treat to see his whole bare form so often.
And you were positively gluttonous for it. Your gaze raked down Ari’s body, appreciating the broad cut of his shoulders, every golden inch of his skin, every thick thatch of hair, every ridge and vein of his fat cock as it bobbed between his thighs, every sinew and muscle moving as he walked to the bathroom.
As he disappeared through the doorway, you got a good look at Ari’s ass, and you nearly whimpered at the sight of it. Wildly, you had the impulse to bite it, your core clenching and a sultry smile spreading across your face at the idea of what your trucker might do in retaliation. Whatever it was, you knew it’d be deliciously depraved…
Those thoughts kept you occupied while Ari busied himself in the bathroom, doing whatever it was he was doing. Distantly, you heard plastic tearing open and running water, but couldn’t fathom what it meant, not when you were imagining your trucker marking your ass in his own, filthy way.
You were so distracted by your fantasies, you almost missed Ari emerging from the bathroom. Once you noticed his appearance, you smiled at your trucker, your gaze sliding curiously to his hands. When you saw what Ari was holding, your eyes widened in surprise and your breath caught in your throat on a soft gasp.
“Don’t worry, kiddo,” Ari rumbled in response to the expression on your face, a sadistic smirk tugging at his mouth. “It’ll fit.”
Your gaze flicked between Ari’s ruthlessly handsome face and the positively massive dildo in his hands, not so sure he was right about that. Sure, your trucker had a big cock, and you’d even taken his fist before, but the silicone cock he was holding looked even more intimidating.
“On your knees.”
It didn’t surprise you that Ari wasn’t giving you a chance to wrap your mind around the idea of taking such a large toy for him, but still, you were too distracted to follow his command immediately. Impatient for your obedience, your trucker stepped closer to the bed, grabbed your ankles and flipped you onto your stomach.
You let Ari manhandle you into position while your thoughts remained caught on the huge dildo he held. Even without your eyes on it, you could still picture it. It was the thickest, fatest cock you’d ever seen—almost unnaturally so.
It was the kind of cock that could split you open, stretch you beyond belief, ruin you for anyone but Ari…
Somehow, that thought made your pussy pulse with renewed desire, more wetness gathering in your already messy slit and coating your already drenched folds. Your thighs were sticky from your earlier release, but already your body craved more.
Suddenly, you didn’t care if that included the fake dick Ari had gotten you, even if it was going to take some work to take it into your body. Your inner muscles clenched around nothing, begging to be filled—begging to be ruined by Ari’s cock and the toy he’d gotten for you.
As he arranged your body so that you were head down, ass up on the mussed sheets of the bed, you wondered which of your holes he intended to use the dildo on. Your body squirmed a little in excitement, your hips swaying slightly side to side as your heart beat excitedly in your chest.
Once you were in position, you heard the sheets rustling behind you, the slight creak of the mattress’s bedsprings, and craned your head to look over your shoulder to see what Ari was doing. You watched his large body climb onto the bed, moving as swiftly and gracefully as a predator as he got behind you.
Your trucker was wearing an evil smirk on his handsome face, which only deepened when he caught you looking. He laid the thick shaft of the sex toy in the valley of your ass cheeks, letting you feel the weight and girth of it while he grabbed your hips and positioned himself.
His knees dug into the mattress on the outside of yours, forcing you to press your thighs together. You knew the position would make you feel tighter for him, and make his cock and the dildo feel even bigger inside your body. Your belly swooped with another surge of excitement, your desire dripping from your slit and making a mess of your thighs.
“What’s the occasion for the present, daddy?” you asked breathlessly, trying to distract yourself so you didn’t whine for Ari to fuck you already. “It’s not my birthday,” you said saucily, lowering your upper body down to the bed, arching your spine and presenting your ass for your trucker.
“There’s no occasion, sweetheart, it’s to prepare you,” Ari reminded you, a depraved kind of humor in his tone. He gave your ass an affectionate smack, nearly dislodging the dildo from where it lay.
You only had time to giggle at the feel of your ass jiggling before Ari swiped the toy cock and shoved it deep into your pussy. Your laugh cut off in a scream, the thick intrusion of the dildo filling you up so suddenly, it punched the sound from your lungs.
In all your time with your trucker, you’d gotten used to Ari thrusting his big cock into your tight hole, but it felt different with the dildo. The feeling wasn’t necessarily unpleasant—you were plenty wet enough to take the thick toy, and it felt good to be stretched—but you still would’ve preferred to have your trucker’s cock inside you than the silicone dildo.
“Hnghh, daddy,” you gasped when you were able to suck in some air and breathe around the fake cock filling your cunt.
It wasn’t like Ari to give you time to adjust, and sure enough, your trucker began fucking you in short, deep thrusts with the toy. But you were still curious about why he was using the dildo and not his own cock—why he hadn’t come inside you.
“Prepare me for what?” you asked, dredging the words from the depths of your mind as you tried to continue the conversation.
Ari didn’t answer you right away, focusing instead on fucking you harder and faster with the silicone cock. You melted into the bed, basking in the pleasure the toy offered and letting loud moans spill uninhibited from your lips. You were halfway to mindless when he finally spoke, ignoring your question.
“Look at you, cock whore, you really were made for this—made for taking cock and enjoying it,” he rumbled, something close to awe in his tone. He pounded into you with the dildo, and you were so wet, your pussy was making obscene squelching sounds that had Ari chuckling. “Tell me, baby, d’you like this toy cock better than mine?”
There was a low, dangerous warning in the teasing way Ari asked the question, and your cunt clasped reflexively around the dildo, trying to suck it deeper into your body. Ari obliged, pushing the fake cock into your hole until it hit the end of you, then he bullied your cervix with it, adding a delicious edge of pain to your pleasure.
“No, never,” you cried into the sheets, drool dripping from your parted lips and tears leaking from your eyes. “Yours is the best dick I’ll ever have,” you gushed, the truth spilling easily from your mouth while your body took everything your trucker had to give. “I love your cock, daddy, I love it so much—nothing will ever compare. It’s all I ever want for the rest of my life.”
Ari laughed, the sound mocking and a little bit affectionate, sending pulses of warmth straight to your pussy and heart. He slowed the pounding of the toy cock, changing the pace to deep, long thrusts that had you gasping and making the most pornographic sounds that had ever come from your lips.
“There’s something wrong with you, baby, if you love my dirty, filthy trucker cock that much,” he teased in a patronizing tone that made you clench even harder around the fake cock.
Without warning, Ari brought his hand down on your ass in a sharp spank, but it wasn’t punishing—it was a reward, one that he repeated on the other cheek, slapping you hard enough for the sound to reverberate around the room. It made you moan so loud, you almost didn’t hear his next words.
“There’s something wrong with you if I’m what you want.”
Your heart squeezed in your chest and you whipped your head around to look at Ari over your shoulder. His dark blue eyes were fathomless as he stared into your face, a challenge in his expression. You realized, suddenly, that he expected you to fight him, to tell him there wasn’t anything wrong with either of you—and you knew that he knew it would be lie.
Instead, you told him the truth.
“There is something wrong with me, Ari,” you told him seriously, no hint of a joke in your tone. “And you’re a sick, perverted man for taking advantage of it—but I’m exactly where I want to be.” You folded your hands on top of each other and lay your cheek on them, giving Ari your most wicked smirk. “So do your worst, daddy. I can take it.”
With a feral sound, Ari fell on top of you, grabbing your face and pulling you into a wild, unrestrained kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth and taking possession.
He kissed you as violently as he fucked you, pouring so much emotion into your mouth that it made your head spin. He was hungry, ravenous, and it was all you could do to meet him with your own desire and passion.
Finally, Ari pulled away and sucked in a deep breath, leaving you gasping. He patted your cheek patronizingly, more than a little fondness in the gesture.
“That’s my girl,” he growled against your mouth, nipping at your kiss-swollen lower lip before finally sitting back on his haunches. “Now, let’s hope you got this toy cock nice and slick, sweetheart, because I forgot to grab some lube while I was out.”
You knew your trucker well enough to know when he wasn’t telling the truth, and in that moment, you knew he hadn’t forgotten anything. He’d planned to use the dildo on your ass no matter how slick it was, and that depraved realization had you moaning low in your throat, the sound ratcheting higher into a whine when Ari pulled the toy cock from your pussy.
You barely had time to mourn the thick fullness in your cunt before the rounded head of the fake cock was pressing against the tight rosebud of your ass. You were no stranger to having Ari fuck your ass, and your body relaxed on instinct to make his entrance easier on both of you.
“Be a good slut and let me in, cock whore,” Ari urged, pushing the dildo into your ass. When the tip popped past the ring of muscle, you groaned obscenely, your body twitching at the thick intrusion. “Good girl, relax—I wanna see your ass take your new toy to the root.”
Little by little, your body yielded to the dildo. You let out a long, loud moan as Ari filled you with inch after thick, rigid inch of the fake cock. You panted while it slipped deeper and deeper, until the flared base finally pressed to your asscheeks.
When the dildo was fully buried in your ass, you let out an exhale of relief, feeling proud of yourself for taking everything Ari had given you. You felt so full, even as your pussy clenched weakly, your desire dripping down your thighs and making them sticky with your lust.
But still, you knew Ari wasn’t done. If he’d wanted to fuck your ass, he could’ve used his own cock. Your mind flicked back to what he’d told you earlier, about how he was trying to prepare you for something.
Suddenly, you had an inkling of what might be coming—especially with your trip to visit his friends looming so close on the horizon. Your theory was confirmed when Ari sat up on his knees and lined up his cock with your pussy. You only had time to suck in an excited breath and angle your hips higher before he began pushing inside.
“Fuck, kiddo, you feel so fucking tight like this,” Ari growled, his palms grabbing big handfuls of your ass, his thumbs holding the dildo deep in your hole. “Your cunt’s choking my cock—it’s fucking heaven,” he said, his words almost slurred with pleasure.
Ari used his grip on your body to pull you further onto his hard, thick length, wringing a pathetic whine from your lips while he groaned his pleasure loudly. It was right on the edge of too much, your ass stuffed full and his fat cock pushing deeper and deeper, filling you beyond what you thought possible.
“Maybe I should always fuck you like this, cock whore,” Ari rumbled, a hint of teasing in his tone. “Fake cock buried in one hole to make you tighter for me—or maybe I’ll fuck you with both in one hole and fucking ruin you. Gape you so wide you won’t be able to feel a single cock anymore.”
A desperate, helpless whine caught in your throat at his words, at the unbelievable stretch of being filled with two cocks and trying to imagine both in one hole. “Ari—oh my god, Ari,” was all you could manage as your mind was overwhelmed with sensation.
You felt your trucker everywhere—his cock drilling deeper into your cunt, his hands holding your hips like he never planned to let go, his scent invading your lungs from the sheets pressed against your cheek. It felt like he was damn near imprinted on your soul with how thoroughly he was possessing you. You’d never felt such exquisite ecstasy.
When Ari was finally fully buried to the root inside your pussy, he dug one of his arms underneath your chest, his palm skimming up the valley between your tits to wrap around your throat. Using his grip on your neck, Ari hauled you up, sitting back on his haunches so you were seated on his cock.
The position had his hard length and the dildo thrusting another inch deeper into your cunt and ass, his pelvis holding the toy plugged in your hole. You cried out, the pain-edged pleasure almost too much, making you squirm between Ari’s thick thighs at the impossible fullness you felt.
But your trucker simply banded his other arm around your waist, holding you pinned right where he wanted you, impaled on his cock and the toy he’d gotten for this exact reason. All you could do was pant through the mind-boggling sensation of being stuffed so full, your cunt dripping indecently as pleasure burned through your blood.
“Look at you, taking two cocks in your holes,” Ari cooed in your ear, his big hand wrapped around your throat like a collar. “You’re such a dirty, slutty cock whore, baby,” he hummed, rolling his hips and fucking you in one, long, languid movement that made it feel like he was thrusting impossibly deeper into your body.
“Ari, it’s t-too much,” you cried. You’d lost control of yourself under the onslaught of pleasure, your hips wiggling, body writhing, fighting to get away from the overwhelmingly fullness between your thighs. You were in serious danger of blacking out from the devastating euphoria.
A deep, rumbling chuckle sounded in Ari’s chest, teasing down your spine. Then, your trucker slapped your tits meanly, his fingers catching cruelly on your nipples.
Vicious zaps of pain joined the storm of pleasure raging in your body and you screamed, your shoulders pitching forward only for you to be forced back against Ari’s unyielding chest. The ruthless pain brought you crashing back down to earth and you were more aware than ever of Ari, of his cock and the toy inside you, and you succumbed to him.
“Nothing’s too much for you, cock whore,” Ari growled in your ear, a glimmer of pride in his words that was almost hidden beneath the roughness of his tone. “Besides, this is a fucking kindness.” He rolled his hips again, his fingers squeezing around your throat and choking you savagely while he used his other hand to abuse your tits.
You were helpless in Ari’s arms, and it felt glorious giving the entirety of yourself over to your trucker. You were his toy to use, and it made you feel good to be used, to be the filthy, depraved cock whore he called you. You were never happier than when your trucker let loose and truly did as he pleased with you, just like he was in that moment.
So overcome by your pleasure, you nearly missed Ari’s next words, but somehow they penetrated the lustful haze in your head.
“Next week, we’ll be paying my friends a visit, and I’ll pay them for their services by letting them do damn near anything they want to you,” Ari rumbled, punctuating his words with rough thrusts of his hips, fucking you deeper with his cock and pushing the dildo in your ass. “And if I know my friends, they’re going to get creative about how they fuck you.”
Your mouth was open, helpless whines and desperate moans spilling from your lips uninhibited. You couldn’t control the sounds coming from your mouth, just like you couldn’t control the way your body shivered and your cunt clenched hard at Ari’s threatening words. And he wasn’t done.
“They might split your cunt and ass open on their cocks, sweetheart, and they’ll care even less than I do about whether it’s too much for you,” Ari ground out, using his hand around your throat to tip your head back so he could meet your gaze out of the corner of your eye. “You should thank me, baby, for preparing you with my cock and your new toy so they don’t tear you apart.”
“Thank you, daddy. Thank you, daddy. Thank you, daddy,” you babbled, sobbing your pleasure, your tongue loosened by the sheer amount of delicious delirium surging through your body. “You’re so good to me, daddy, making me feel soooo good—I’ll do anything for you. I’ll do anything you say, Ari. Anything.”
That declaration, wrenched from deepest part of your heart, seemed to surprise Ari.
He slowed his brutal thrusts and pressed a finger to your jaw so he could look at your face more fully. He searched your expression, and you knew your devotion to him was plain as day by the way his eyes darkened in response. Depraved possessiveness twisted his features into something even more devilishly attractive.
“Anything?” Ari asked mockingly, a new edge in his voice. “What if I told you to leave, baby? What if I told you to leave me and never come back?”
You felt those questions like a punch to the sternum, stealing the breath from your lungs as your heart cracked in half. Panic like you’d never known before flooded your chest, tears springing to your eyes, and you couldn’t help the way your body fought against his hold.
But Ari’s arms tightened around you, nearly crushing you with his strength, and it finally calmed you enough to realize your trucker wasn’t trying to poke at your insecurities. He was laying his own vulnerabilities bare for you to see, and you knew your answer would make or break your relationship.
Reaching up, you cupped your handsome trucker’s face in your hand, your fingers threading through his beard until your nails could scratch lightly at his jaw. Normally, he might’ve leaned into your touch, but his eyes were fixed too intensely on your face, waiting too anxiously for your answer.
“If you told me to leave,” you said slowly, picking your words carefully, “I’d leave, and you’d never see me again, Ari.” You smiled sadly at your trucker, showing him the tenderest, most scarred part of your heart. “I’ve been with men who didn’t want me before—I’ve clung to them until they forced me to leave them.”
Your heart thumped heavily in your chest, remembering the man who’d tossed you out of his car on the side of the road. He hadn’t cared about you. He’d thrown you away like trash. And even though it had led to you meeting Ari, it still stung to know you would’ve given everything to a man who never would’ve appreciated you.
“I won’t make that mistake again, I can’t,” you murmured, your voice breaking on your last word as tears streaked down your cheeks. Ari didn’t wipe them away, instead he looked at them hungrily, like they fed something deep and dark in his soul. “I won’t ever leave you—unless you tell me to.”
Ari’s chest was heaving like he’d run a marathon, his breaths sawing in and out of his mouth and brushing against your cheek. For the first time since you’d met him, he looked too stunned for words. You took the opportunity of his silence to drive your point home.
“I am yours,” you vowed, pulling your fingers from his beard and trailing down to the pendant around your neck, the one that listed your name as Baby and defined you as property of Ari Levinson on the back. “For the rest of my life, I belong to you, Ari—or until you don’t want me anymore.”
That final comment seemed to snap Ari from the daze he’d been trapped in, and his hand shifted from your throat to wrap under your chin, gripping you ferociously as his eyes bored into yours with their intensity.
“I’ll never stop wanting you.” The words felt ripped from the very depths of Ari’s soul, his voice almost animalistic in its rawness. “You’re in my head, you’re in my fucking skin—baby, you live in the black hole where my heart used to be.”
Ari pressed his forehead to yours, and though the angle was awkward, you’d never felt more connected to your trucker. Your breathing synchronized, and it felt like even your hearts began beating in tune with each other. For a moment, Ari simply held you, like he was gathering himself, and you were struck speechless by how undone he was.
“You are mine, and I’m never fucking letting you go,” Ari rumbled, his voice sounding like the roar of the ocean during a storm. “I’ll never tell you to leave me. Do you understand me, baby?”
“Yes, Ari,” you said on a sigh of relief.
It was on the tip of your tongue to tell your trucker you loved him, but in your heart of hearts, you knew he wasn’t ready to hear it yet. So you held the words behind your lips and dragged Ari’s mouth to yours, giving him a filthy, messy kiss, conveying all the emotions that were too big for words.
When you broke the kiss, you pressed your forehead to his and, for a moment, the two of you held each other as tight as possible. You couldn’t tell Ari you loved him yet, but you knew it was true, and you were certain he’d love you as well, if he didn’t already. The thought made you smile.
Then, Ari was shoving you forward onto the bed, one of his hands curling around your throat while the other palm slid over your face, two fingers thrusting into your mouth and making you gag on them. He choked you and fucked you, making a mess of your face while you drooled around his fingers, muffled moans spilling from your mouth.
It wasn’t long before you could feel Ari’s cock twitching in your cunt, a sign that he was getting close. You were stretched so tight around him and the dildo, you could feel every throb of his hard length, could imagine every drop of his precum leaking into your hole.
“Rub your clit for me, cock whore,” Ari rasped meanly in your ear, shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth and making you gag loudly, only to squeeze his other hand tighter around your throat, wringing the dumbest, most obscene sounds from your lips. “Come on your daddy’s cock, kiddo.”
With how Ari had your head bent back, his hand gripping your face, the position was awkward for you, but the command from your trucker was one you especially wanted to follow. So you braced yourself on one arm and reached under your body, straining until your fingers found the puffy little bundle of nerves.
You rubbed your clit just the way Ari would—harshly, mercilessly—and even though your fingers weren’t as big or as rough as his, the delicious torture had you clenching even tighter around your trucker’s cock and the dildo in your ass.
He groaned, changing the pace of his thrusts to be long and hard, hitting that spot deep inside you that had your moans hitching higher into helpless whimpers. He drilled into you, chasing his release, and it was all you could do to rub your clit and chase it with him.
“That’s it, baby,” Ari growled roughly, bringing his head close to your ear so he could nip at the lobe before spilling even more filth into your head. “Come on the cock that made you into the dirty, perfect slut you’ve become since meeting me.”
With a choked, muffled scream, you shattered apart into a thousand glittering pieces of pleasure, nearly blacking out from the lack of air and overwhelming euphoria. You hung suspended in the endless moment of bliss, pleasure pusling through every nerve in your body.
Your muscles clenched down hard on the toy in your ass, and your cunt strangled Ari’s cock, dragging him over the edge after you. He came with a rough shout, burying his face in your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your skin as he bit his mark into you, no doubt leaving bruises in the shape of his mouth behind on your body.
Together, you writhed through your releases, wanton moans and whines spilling from your lips while Ari growled a litany of mean praise into your skin, telling you what a perfect cock whore you were for him, doing such a good job milking the seed from his balls while your ass was stuffed full of your new toy.
Finally, when you felt entirely wrung out, Ari let you slump to the bed, a boneless heap of sated pleasure. Your trucker was surprisingly gentle as he pulled the silicone dick from your ass, and somewhat less careful when he slipped his own softening cock from your cunt.
He ambled to the bathroom, giving you a perfect view of his broad back, thick thighs and perfect ass, making you smile dazedly at the delicious picture he painted.
Once he was out of view, you heard the sink running and assumed he was washing the dildo. When he returned, Ari deposited the fake cock on the bedside table, then flopped down beside you, his chest still heaving slightly as he caught his breath.
Instinctively, you scooted closer, curling into his side, throwing one leg over his thigh, neither of you caring about the mess when you pressed your well-used pussy to his hip. If anything, it made Ari rumble a happy sound, his arms curling around your body, and grabbing a possessive handful of your ass while he held you close.
“Tell me something,” you began, amusement and exhaustion clear in your voice. “Did you really want to prepare me for your friends, or did you just hate the idea that they might get to DP me first?”
Ari grumbled for a moment, and you thought he wouldn’t respond, though you were reasonably sure you knew what his answer would be. But your trucker surprised you by hauling you closer, until the entire length of your body was pressed against the side of his larger, stronger form.
“You’re mine, baby,” he growled against your temple, determination clear in his tone. “I’m gonna have fun watching those fuckers I call friends use you, but they don’t get to do anything to you I haven’t done already.”
A delighted shiver raced down your spine at the perverted kind of possessiveness in you trucker’s voice and you lifted your head enough to meet his gaze. A smirk curled the edge of your mouth, a depraved challenge in your expression.
“Didn’t you say something about how creative they are?” you asked, a teasing lilt to your words. As you watched your trucker’s face, his expression darkened. “You might need to work a little harder to make sure they don’t come up with something you haven’t thought of.”
In a second, Ari rolled you onto your back and pinned you to the bed with his massive form. He wrapped one big hand around your neck, catching on the delicate collar still circling the base of your throat. He paused, his blue eyes flaring, and an obsessive, possessive emotion flitting across his gaze.
The fingers of his other hand slipped beneath the pendant on your collar, touch the words there—‘Property of Ari Levinson’. He traced the letters like he needed the reminder that you were his, that you weren’t going anywhere.
A soft, affectionate smile curled the corners of your lips as you stared up adoringly at your trucker, patiently watching him work through whatever he needed to work through. Your fingers curled around his ribs, your thighs bracketing his hips and urging him closer, until his hardening cock pressed against your damp, swollen pussy.
After another moment, Ari’s eyes refocused on you and his mouth spread into a wicked smirk. He let go of the chain around your neck and reached for the dildo on the bedside table.
“If you think I can’t get creative, cock whore,” he began, pressing the tip of silicone dick to your lips until you opened and let him shove it into your mouth. It was so big, you gagged immediately, making Ari laugh meanly. “Then you don’t know me very well.”
Even though his words were a taunt, there was an underlying insecurity in Ari’s voice that you couldn’t let go unaddressed. Turning your head, you managed to spit the dildo out of your mouth and you reached for Ari, your fingers curling in his beard and bringing him close so you could look him dead in your eyes.
“I know exactly who you are, Ari Levinson,” you told him, conviction ringing true in your words. “I know who you are, and I’m happy to belong to you.”
You paused for a moment, letting what you’d said sink in. Ari’s eyes were almost unreadable, his expression a mask of stone, but the longer your words hung in the air between you, the more you saw that stone crack. There was a glimmer of something in your trucker’s eyes, something bone-deep and steady, something close to belief or trust.
It made your heart soar, thumping happily against your ribs, and you offered your trucker a soft smile. Your fingers threaded through his beard, nails raking lightly at the skin beneath. You brought him down for a gentle kiss—gentler than any kiss you’d ever shared—before your mouth curved into a small, devious smirk.
“And I know you’re going to fuck my holes every which way with that dildo and your cock,” you murmured into his mouth, bringing you back to safer territory. You didn’t need a response to your declaration, just for him to hear you. “And I can’t fucking wait for you to ruin me before taking me to see your friends.”
At that, Ari chuckled, the deep, delicious sound rolling over your lips and down your spine, making your pussy clench weakly around nothing. His cock gave an answering twitch and he pushed his shaft deeper into your slick folds, right against your puffy, swollen clit and dripping hole.
“You’re right, baby, you know me so well,” Ari purred, a pleased tone in his voice, as he grabbed the dildo and shoved it back into your mouth, fucking you shallowly with the silicone length. “I’m gonna demolish all your holes with my cock and your new toy so you’ll be ready to take good care of Lloyd and Curtis.”
Your trucker’s eyes sparkled with something dark and possessive as he watched your mouth take the fake dick. He pushed it deeper with every stroke, enjoying the way you struggled and gagged around it. Tears streamed from your eyes down your temples, and drool coated your chin, but you finally took the dildo deep into your throat.
“Good slut,” Ari cooed, brushing a kiss to your messy cheek before rumbling in your ear. “You’re gonna be a good toy for my friends next week, and you’re gonna make sure it’s worth their while to help us out, isn’t that right, cock whore?”
Ari lifted up so he could look you in the eye while you nodded awkwardly, and mumbled your sweetest, “Yes, daddy,” around the silicone dick in your mouth. Ari patted your cheek patronizingly, like you were nothing more than an obedient child and not a grown woman who adored him like he was your king—which only made your pussy leak more between your thighs.
“That’s a good girl, baby,” Ari rumbled, only a little bit of condescension in his tone. He wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing it so you could feel your muscles clenching harder around the dildo. “Keep that dick in your mouth, sweetheart, while I destroy your pussy with my cock.”
With an eager nod, you pressed your fingers to the base of the dildo, keeping it buried in your mouth and throat while Ari focused on lining up his cock with your pussy. He pushed in with one ruthless thrust, making you scream as he filled your oversensitive hole.
The sound of your pain-edged pleasure was muffled around the toy in your mouth, but it only spurred your trucker on to wring even more noises out of you. Ari laughed at your silly, helpless sounds, fucking you harder and rougher while you choked on the fake cock, his grip around your throat making sure you never forgot it was there.
For the rest of the afternoon, Ari’s cock and the fake dick filled your holes in every combination your trucker could think of, devastating your ass, mouth and pussy until he was satisfied.
When the two of you finally gave in to exhaustion, it was with Ari’s cock wedged deep in your pussy, the dildo pressed between your tits and snuggled to your chest like a stuffie. His palm pressed the pendant on your collar into the hollow of your throat, and you knew you’d wake up with the words on the back—‘Property of Ari Levinson’—imprinted into your skin.
Even in sleep, your trucker staked his claim on your body, possessing you in every way possible—and you couldn’t have been happier. He was finally starting to trust you, and you held tight to that knowledge, falling asleep with a contented smile on your lips.
The next evening, after recovering from your afternoon marathon of fucking, the two of you were in the living room watching TV. You were curled up in Ari’s lap while he sat in the recliner, his hand gripping your bare thigh possessively beneath the hem of the sundress you wore. Ari’s other hand played idly with the delicate chain of the collar around your neck.
Even after accidentally forgetting to chain you up when he’d gone out to get the dildo, he hadn’t swapped the collar out for one of the others, which you took as a good sign. In fact, he seemed to take great pleasure in tracing the edges of the engraving on the back, the one that read ‘Property of Ari Levinson’, which was what he was doing.
For the moment, you were content.
You were still a little sore, but Ari had been feeding you well to help you recover, and you were still mostly full from dinner. But when you heard the song of an ice cream truck driving slowly down the street, your head perked up from Ari’s shoulder and you glanced outside.
The setting sun cast the oceanside neighborhood in golden yellows and warm oranges, and you could already see some of the other residents poking their heads out, responding to the call of the ice cream truck on the spring evening. A child ran toward the sidewalk, happy parents trailing behind, a couple dollar bills clenched tight in his fist.
“Ooh, ice cream,” you said, looking to Ari with your eyes wide and eager. “Can we get some ice cream, daddy?” you asked sweetly, only a little bit of mischief in your happy smile.
Ari huffed a sigh like he was put out, but you saw the corner of his mouth flicker and knew he was amused by your antics. He patted your thigh before grabbing your hips and helping you to stand.
“My wallet’s in the bedroom,” he said, giving your ass a little smack through your sundress. “Go grab it, kiddo.”
With a nod and a giggle, you scampered off to do as he said, plucking the leather wallet off the bedside table beside where Ari normally slept, and returned to your trucker. He grabbed a twenty dollar bill from inside and handed it to you before crowding you toward the door.
At the front door, you paused and looked over your shoulder, checking with Ari before opening it. When gave a quick nod, you turned back and undid the locks on the door before opening it and stepping out onto the porch.
Ari had been following you so closely, you’d assumed he was right behind you as you padded barefoot across the porch and began to descend the steps. But your shoulders were cold, Ari’s warmth nowhere to be found, and you froze, looking back.
Your trucker lingered in the door, arms crossed over his broad, bare chest as he leaned against the frame. His eyes were dark in the dimming light of sunset, and though you thought his mouth looked a little tight, he didn’t look angry or worried you might run.
When you stopped and waited for him, he gestured for you to go ahead without him.
Your heart thudded happily in your chest when you realized what Ari was doing—he was trusting you to go outside alone. Granted, he was watching you from the porch, and with the ice cream truck parked by the sidewalk in front of his house, you’d never leave Ari’s sight.
But it was still a big deal. In all the time you’d been with Ari, he’d never let you go outside unaccompanied. He’d always been with you, his hand holding yours, or his palm pressed against your lower back, or the back of your neck. And if he had to leave you alone, it was only because you were collared and chained up in his truck or to his bed—except, of course, the time he forgot.
So you knew it was a huge step for Ari to intentionally let you go to the ice cream truck by yourself, and you were more than eager to show your trucker he could trust you.
A smile flickered around the edges of your mouth and you turned, walking determinedly down the rest of the porch steps and across the grass front lawn toward the crowd swarming the ice cream truck. You were intent on showing Ari that he could always trust you to come back.
You waited in line behind a few kids and their parents, glancing back every few seconds to make sure Ari was still there—and he was, standing sentinel, watching you. It warmed your heart to know he was close by, none of the unease you’d felt that morning in your gut. You felt safe under your trucker’s watch, and you were happy to have him in your life.
Finally, it was your turn to order and you got two ice cream cones, paying with Ari’s money, then skipped back to the house, a bounce in your step. You launched yourself at Ari as soon as you hit the top step of the porch, and he caught you easily while you giggled triumphantly.
Your mouth found his in a bruising, possessive kiss, both of you claiming each other. It was apparently filthy enough for one of the older kids still waiting in line at the ice cream truck to shout, “Get a room!”
A surprised laugh burst from your lips while Ari shot the kid one of his darkest glares. Some of the other kids screamed and laughed, high on sugar, as they played in the lingering light. The warmth of the spring day was slowly slipping away, but everyone was happy—including you and your trucker.
Ari tugged you into the house and once you were safely out of view of the neighborhood, he tossed the change you’d given him on the kitchen island. Then he pulled off your dress, undid the fly of his jeans, and pulled you down to straddle him in his recliner chair. He settled his hands on your hips and impaled you on his cock while you held onto the cones in your hands.
The two of you ate your ice cream like that, not caring if it dripped down your chest or down his, taking turns cleaning each other up. When your ice cream cones were gone, Ari captured your mouth in a delicious, devastating kiss, and began to fuck you, bouncing your hips on his lap and dragging the most obscene sounds from your lips.
Your trucker’s hand wrapped around the front of your throat, just above the collar that designated you as his property, and he held you close while he filled you with his cock, and eventually his come.
Once you both came, you collapsed against Ari’s chest and let him use your body to keep his cock warm, reveling in feeling of being your trucker’s perfect little fuck toy. You were his cock whore, his baby, and he was your trucker, your king.
Even if your relationship didn’t have the most conventional of beginnings, with Ari finally starting to trust that you weren’t going to leave him, you were beginning to build the foundation of something real, something that would last for the rest of your lives.
You only needed to go see his friends—Lloyd Hansen and Curtis Everett—to get what you needed for the rest of your new life with Ari Levinson to truly begin.
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thank you for reading! reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!! ♡
I really love them so much. I love how you write Ari, it’s like he tries to be so hard all the time because he’s not ready to share his feelings but at the same time you can feel what he’s feeling. I love that reader understands him, like she really truly gets him and is exactly what he needs and is prepared to be that for him, and to wait till he’s ready to hear that she loves him 🥹
And the smut was so hot 🥵 I love how crude and dirty Ari is, like he really doesn’t hold anything back and they both get off on how freaky he is and she matches his energy completely 😂 Oh and my favourite part was when she got the ice cream and how they ate it 🥺❤️🔥❤️🔥😫😫 equal parts so sexy yet sweet 🩷🫶🏼
summary: After over a year of separation marked by phone calls, letters, and longing, the moment finally arrives - your first conjugal visit with Eric.
(This is just porn with a lil bit of plot basically.)
Part Two, find part one here.
(I don't believe conjugal visits are actually allowed in the UK? Do correct me if I'm wrong - but isn't that the beauty of fanfic?)
warnings: a little canon divergence obviously, established relationship, (reader has hair) fluff, coarse language, mentions of prison (obvs), blood, bruises, fighting/violence (none towards reader), desperate Eric!, mutual bullying, sexual tension, mentions of male masturbation, oral, lingerie, bodily fluids, oral (male and female receiving) kissing, breast and ass touching, unprotected sex (p in v), missionary, prone bone, smidgen of breeding kink, begging, bit of dacryphilia.
Let me know what you think! Thank you for all the love on part one !
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Eric tried to be sweet.
He tried to tell you that he wasn't expecting anything from you when he first walked into the little makeshift room.
He tried to assure you that he was alright with cuddling and talking about anything and everything, but his words were stuck in his throat quickly when you kissed him like he was the last man alive.
His eagerness to be gentleman went out the window when you lowered yourself to your knees, pulling him out of his sweats and taking his cock in your mouth before he could even stutter.
God, he had missed your fucking lips.
Eric's groans were loud, one hand pressed to the metal table behind him, the other holding your hair as his hips stuttered with every bop of your head.
You did everything you remembered. Tongue swirling around his tip before you'd take him deeper, pulling him out again and licking the side as you gathered your breath. Eric moaned your name, wrapping your hair in his fist as he moved your head - slow and deliberate, up and down his cock.
"Fuckin hell," His words are stuttered, coming out as he tries to stabilise his own breathing. "Y'miss me huh?"
You moan around him as a reply, and his head falls back as he feels the coil in his belly get hotter and hotter. He knew he wasn't going to last long, and his hips thrust, a gag rising in your throat at the sudden action.
He pulls out of your mouth again as you look up at him, and the hand not resting on his bare thigh strokes at his cock, your spit lubricating every glide. "Sorry babe," he breathes out, running his hand over your cheek as you grin up at him. "Just, shit, been so long yeah? Feel's too fuckin' good."
"Missed you," Your lips were swollen as you continued jerking him off, licking at his tip as you kept eye contact. Fuck, you missed this, missed the way Eric would struggle to keep his eyes open when you were on your knees for him. "Missed this."
"Missed my dick yeah?" He tried to sound cocky, but all attempts when out the window when you took him back in your mouth, and he almost whines at the wet heat again. "F-Fuck baby, yeah - yeah, shit, like that, just like that."
He lasted another minute, cumming deep and down your throat with a groan of your name, hands in your hair as he shuddered with every lap of your tongue.
You release him from your lips, and he falls back to the table behind him, looking down at you as his chest fell with each sharp breath. Your lips were swollen, cheeks warm as you wiped at whatever drool or cum had leaked from your mouth.
"You're crazy," Eric wipes at your chin, swiping at something you had missed before he brings his thumb to your mouth again. You take the digit between your lips, sucking on it as he breathes a little louder. "Fuckin' mad - god I missed you."
"Are there cameras in here?" You finally ask, licking at his thumb one last time before he helps you stand. Your legs were shaky, sore from the hard floor, but it wasn't enough to distract you from the heat between your legs.
"Now you ask? After sucking me off?" Eric laughs, reaching down to grab the base of your hoodie pulling it off you in one swift move. It's on the floor beside his clothes before you can speak, and he's already palming your breasts as you bite your lip. "Who bloody cares, they know we're not playin' chess in here,"
He eyes the baby blue bra you're wearing, his hands pressing your breasts together as he swipes his thumbs over your lace covered nipples. "You wearin' the set?"
You nod, already pulling at the string of your sweats as his hands do the rest. They slide down your stomach, resting on the waistband as he glides the material down, groaning as he sees the matching panties.
You kick the rest off, and Eric runs his hands all over your thighs, your ass, your stomach. "Give me a minute yeah? Gonna fuck you s'good, fuckin' look at you,"
He steps back, just enough to take you in properly. Your hair was a mess, skin hot, and he didn't miss the way your thighs clenched as he looked down. "Christ, nah, get on the bed, I need ye pussy now."
He was more vulgar than you were used too, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. You just nod, turning around to walk to the dingy looking bed in the middle of the room. Eric watches every step, eyes memorising the way your ass looks in your panties, and he's pulling off his own shirt, leaving him bare as he stalks after you.
He was half hard again, his cock swinging between his legs as he kneels on the bed, waiting as you rest on your behind. He grabs at your ankle, roughly pulling you down to him as you squeak.
Eric rests between your legs, parting them as he gets comfortable. He smacks your thigh gently, and you already know what he was asking for. You lift your ass just a few inches from the bed, and he slides his thumbs under the lace, peeling them down your legs slowly as he grins.
"Look at you," He swears under his breath as he looks down. Laid bare, thighs parted, glistening and flushed. So soft, just like he remembered. He presses a kiss to your knee as he just eyes your pussy with reverence. He wanted to tease you, have you beg and plead for his lips, but you just looked too good like this - and he had waited far too long to have this moment. "My girl."
Eric lowered his head and drags his mouth over you, slow and gentle, tasting you like he was starving. His tongue parts you, wet and warm, collecting your slick with a heavy groan. His moan was low, muffled, the sound alone causing your thighs to tighten slightly, and he holds them apart, holding you open for him like an offering.
He wasn’t delicate with it by any means. But he was focused, determined. Eric licks a long stripe up your centre, repeating over and over, dragging his tongue in slow circles over your clit until your back arched. His name leaves your name like a prayer, hands flying to the blanket below as you twist your fingers into the fabric.
You wanted your hands in his hair more than anything.
Stupid fucking buzzcut.
Eric groans into you again, his tongue pressing deeper, tracing everything he could. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucked, just once, slowly, and your legs clenched around his shoulders as a loud moan left your throat before you could muffle it.
He pulls back slightly, his breathing ragged and mouth soaked with the taste of you. "You're killin' me 'ere," He mutters, kissing your inner thigh again. "You ever been this wet before?"
You're pushing his head back down before he can continue, and his laugh is cut off as his tongue returns to his steady movements. His mouth was hot and hungry, moving against you as he pulled you closer and closer to the edge.
You'd missed his mouth so much. Eric would eat your cunt like it was his last meal every time, and you were more than happy to know he hadn't forgotten how in your time apart.
You were panting, hands playing with your breasts as your head was thrown back against the bed, his name leaving your lips like it was the only one you had ever known. Eric could feel the way you were struggling to keep still, the way your body was tightening and hips stuttering beneath him.
He kept you down, fingers pressed tightly into your thighs, no doubt leaving bruises as he kept eating your pussy like it was the last time. He was already hard again, and he fought the urge to grind into the bed. He sucks around your clit again, his tongue flat against it as he licked a final flat stroke, and he grins as he feels your body arch even higher.
You broke then and there, legs tightening around his shoulders, a cry leaving your mouth as you came hard against his mouth. Eric groans in his throat, the sound almost coaxing you through it as he continues licking, more gently, humming, working you down through ever tremble. "Good girl," his words were incredibly muffled. "C'mon love."
Eric lived for this.
The way you clenched around him, the way your hands shook where they reached down to grip at him. His lips moved all around, pressing open mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, your hips, your mound, everything, worshipping every part. His face was drenched, his own mouth swollen, and he released the harsh grip on your thighs as you shuddered.
He's just grinning from ear to ear, watching through a dark gaze as you come down from your high. "That good yeah?"
"Shut up."
Your words held no weight, no real displeasure. Eric just stayed beaming like it was Christmas, his hands running all over your skin and leaving kisses and goosebumps in their wake.
You squirm underneath him, but he continues holding you down, each kiss sending little shocks to your system. You were aching, every single nerve in your body almost begging for more.
And he knows… the look in his eyes telling you everything.
"Tryin' to decide," kiss, "whether I want you," kiss, "on ya knees or," another kiss, "on top," he sucks harder on your inner thigh, looking down at the purple mark that blooms underneath. "Or just like this, laid out all pretty f'me, whaddya' think love?"
No words greet him, and Eric sits up onto his knees with a huff, one hand reaching down to stroke himself whilst the other continues running up and down your leg. He watches, head tilted, hungry as he fights the urge to stroke himself harder. "Babe?'
You just smile, watching his every move. Your own head tilts as you sit up slightly, resting on your elbows. You bite at your lip as his eyes narrow at you - like you had been caught out for something.
"What's that look for eh?"
Your eyebrow raises at his smug expression, and you just shrug, your own gaze darting between his eyes and the hand moving between his legs. "Just missed seeing you like this."
"What, between your legs havin' a wank?" He snorts, shuffling himself closer between your thighs.
The laugh you give him sounded like music, filling his ears with memories of every moment he spent in your space before he was sentenced. Eric chuckles as well, stopping his strokes as he climbs on top of you, his hands beside your head as he looms over.
You're trapped beneath him, and he leans down, running his lips along your warm cheeks, your jaw, your bottom lip. You shiver at the soft brush of his mouth, your hands reaching up to run over his chest.
"You didn't say nothing," he murmurs, his gaze soft as he locks onto your parted lips and heavy breathing. Your head turns, meeting his lips halfway as he groans into your mouth, slipping his tongue in between before he pulls away for a moment. "Gonna fuck you like this, watch y'cum properly yeah?"
You nods over and over, pressing your lips back to his as he licks into your mouth. "Yeah - fuck Eric," another wet kiss. "Please."
In a huff of impatience, Eric pulls away again, bringing you up with him as a sound of surprise leaves your lips. He reaches behind, unclasping your bra with one hand as the other pulls down one strap.
You help with the other, and he throws the baby blue bra to the ground beside the bed, not hiding the groan at the sight of your bare chest.
He pushes you back down, watching the way your tits bounce with the rough action. His eyes were wide, starving, an almost songlike rasp of appreciation emitting from his chest as he stares at your breasts.
His hands slide up the side of your body, his fingers light as he follows your hips, your waist, over your ribs and inwards to trace the skin just below the curve of your breasts.
More goosebumps dance across your skin at his familiar touch, a sigh leaving your lips as he finally slides his hand over your sensitive tits. He kneads the weight, his thumb gliding over your nipple as he fights the urge to take them in his mouth.
Every touch causes the heat in your belly to grow, the slickness between your legs to drip down to the blanket beneath you. Leaning down, Eric resumes his open mouthed kisses to your jaw, greedy and full of the need to mark you up.
He forces your head to the side as he claims your skin, and you look down with heavy lids, your gaze drawn to the giant cross tattoo that sat perfectly over his ribs. Your fingers run over his pale skin, smiling to yourself as you feel him shiver under your touch.
You feel him reach down, his left hand no longer beside your head as he reaches for his cock. He shivers again, guiding his thick tip up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your wetness.
You should've told him to stop, to grab a condom out of your bag, but you couldn't be bothered. You wanted to feel all of him again, wanted to feel him fill you with everything he had - consequences be damned.
It had been so long since you had felt him inside you, splitting you apart in a way only he could.
It seemed Eric had the same thought, watching with a bemused expression as your eyebrows furrow in heavy thought. "You gonna let me fill you up?" He continues running his cock through your wetness, slapping his tip to your clit as your legs part further. You jump at the slap, biting your lip as a moan slips through at his audacious words. "Fill this pussy up?" He taps his cock again against your sensitive bud. "Yeah you are, my fuckin' girl."
"Fuck, stop teasin' Eric," You whine, arching your hips up, feeling his hardness nudge against your pussy. Sucking in a deep breath, he chuckles at your impatience. It was a game of 'who missed who the most', and right now, you were losing. "S-stop being a dickhead, please."
“Look who's beggin,” he coos, his hot breath tickling your ear, leaving your cunt pulsing with need. "You're cute when you're this desperate for my dick - think I've missed the sound of that the most."
Eric hisses as you dig your nails into his sides at his quips, and he curses your name as he nods, knocking off his teasing. He positions himself, and doesn't give you any time to adjust as he sheaths himself in one swift thrust that knocks the air from your lungs.
A soft cry leaves your mouth, arms wrapping around his sides as he groans loudly in your ear at how tightly you were squeezing him.
Your thighs wrap around him at the familiar feeling. You were incredibly sensitive, full and squeezing around him.
"Fuckin' tight," he huffs out, voice strained. "God, you always been this tight? Shit, feel you squeezin' me - love, feel s'fuckin' good."
Struggling to turn your whines into words, you whisper his name, nodding fervently as your hands reach down to press your palms against his lower back. "Big."
"Mm, too much huh?" He murmurs, lips brushing against your cheek, mirth dripping from every word. Gently, the complete opposite of his initial thrust, he pulls out, nearly all the way with just the tip pressing in.
A desperate sound comes out of your throat, and Eric just chuckles in understanding, thrusting back in as your eyes roll back.
His thrusts weren't hard or messy, but firm, controlled. You expected him to be all over the place, expected his patience to be thin given how long it had been. But Eric loved you too much, eager for every little shiver and mewl that left your body.
He wanted you to feel him.
Wanted you to remember every vein and drag of his cock.
Your breathing feels laboured as his hips rut into you, surrendering to his every move as he sears into your cunt again and again, your walls pulsing around him. Your tits bounce underneath him, nipples touching him occasionally as he watches the pair move.
His pale skin is streaked with scratches. Swears, moans and your name leaving his lips and a tensed jaw. Heat sears in your belly, matching the dirty words his whispers in your ear.
"Fuck, missed this pussy, m-missed you - god, babe I've needed this - shit!"
Your eyes fill with tears as you just stare at the ceiling, gaze fixated on a tiled patch as you lay in pleasure. You hadn't felt so full in so long, so thoroughly fucked out.
Your mind struggles to think about anything but Eric. Every nerve in your body finally felt alive again, your hips raising with every thrust to meet him half way.
The tufts of hair that lay at his groin bumped against your clit with every push of his hips, and you couldn't fight the smile on your lips at finally having your man back in your arms.
You needed more.
Wanted more.
So you managed to tap his shoulder, and he seizes his thrusts with a worried expression. "F-fuck, y'good love?"
"Behind." Is all you have to say, and Eric's back to grinning from ear to ear, pulling out of you in one swift motion and helping you turn on your belly.
He lets you get comfortable, his hands pressing and slapping your cheeks as you wiggle under him. You press against him, and he nods, grabbing his dripping cock and sliding himself back inside you, pressing in until his lower stomach was flush against you.
Eric groans louder, and you moan his name at the deeper angle. His mouth parts, resuming his thrusts as his eyes lock onto where he disappears inside of you. Your cheeks jiggle with every jolt of his hips, pussy clinging onto him with every long drag of his thick cock like it didn't want him to leave.
His senses were full of you. The air filled with sex and your perfume, the very scent making him feel drunk.
"Look at that," He grunts, barely holding on as the tip of his cock paints your insides with leaking precum. He shakes his head, trying to gain some semblance of control as your wrecked moan fills his ears. You push back against him, once more meeting his thrusts. "She missed me too yeah? Y-yeah she did, pussy fuckin' drownin' me."
Eric leans over, resting his weight on you as his head rests against your shoulder. His eyebrows were strained, cheeks flushed, his hands reaching out to entwine with yours as you turn your head, watching him through half lids.
Your mouth was open, gasps leaving your lips as strained moans follow suit. He presses a wet kiss to your shoulder, rutting into you harder.
Tears flood your waterline once more as you cry out for him, and Eric squeezes your hands, groaning against you as he curses. "I know love, I know," he chants, his gaze flitting across your face as a tear slides down. He knows it wasn't in vain, and he revels in being able to bring you to such highs. "I got you, m'here."
With an open mouthed pant, he watches as your eyes roll back, your head falling down to the pillow as his loud groans drown out the sound of skin against skin.
He wishes he could film this, take a photo at least like you had done for him. But he didn't want to risk anyone seeing you like this. Instead he made sure to memorise your pleasure filled expression, knowing the very sight would help him when he was alone with just his hand and your polaroids.
Your whines leave his hips wavering, his gut tightening as he feels the coiling heat. His thrusts grow messy, your pussy clenching around him like a vice.
Fuck, he could die right now. Just like this.
"Babe," His words slur against your shoulder. "Y'want me to pull out?" He just manages to asks, his face scrunching as he feels you growing tighter around him.
"No," you whine, lifting your head just enough to get the words out clearly. "Mm - I wanna feel it."
Eric's hips fall into deep grinds, his shoulders sagging as he puts all of his weight on you, trapping you beneath him and the bed. "Fuck, baby y'sure? Tell me now cause I'm 'bout to cum."
Deep inside, you feel your own orgasm building and building, and you clench around him, nodding over and over. "Fuck Eric - yes, c-cum inside me."
You hear him moan something incomprehensible, something along the lines of 'good' and something about your pussy. With Eric's weight against you, he rests his head beside yours, pressing his lips against your temple as you cry out, squeezing his hands roughly as your climax hits you.
Your feel weightless, your toes curling as you feel your body lifting as you come undone. Eric keeps you pressed into the mattress, fucking you through your orgasm as he runs his nose along your cheek, muttering sweet nothings.
Your cunt pulses around him through it all, and he grunts, groaning through the sound of his hips against your ass as his eyes close, cumming deep inside with your name on his lips.
You felt like you were blabbing, pleas and desperate cries filling Eric's ears as he fills you with spurts of his hot cum. His moans were deep in your ear, his balls tightening as his abs tense up, hips still continuing their janky thrusts as he twitches and flexes inside of you, your warm walls goading him with every pulse.
Eric collapses on you, your hands still entwined as he shudders. Your eyes open, not evening commenting on his heavy weight as you both catch your breath. He watches your soft pants, the flutter of your eyelashes as your cheeks are coated in tear stained mascara.
He licks his lips, pressing a kiss to your lips as he pulls out slowly, swallowing your whine with his mouth before he rests his head on the pillow beside you.
You ignore the ache in your chest, knowing your time was no doubt coming to an end soon and you would be back to phone calls and limited conjugal visits. Another tear leaves your eye at the thought, and Eric's laying beside you, already wiping it away as he whispers.
"Hey, hey none of that yeah?" He tilts his head, pressing a kiss to your still entwined hand. "M'here, it's alright, you're alright."
You stare with soft eyes, still shivering with aftershocks. Every muscle felt like mush, every nerve and wire alive thanks to your boyfriend. You felt more sensitive than ever before. "I love you."
"I love you more you silly girl," He smiles, moving closer so he can wipe your hair away from your damp forehead. "What you cryin' for? Can't be because of me dick."
Your lips finally quirk at his stupid words, and he chuckles, happy to have you back on Earth. "C'mere."
He’s flushed. Skin hot and his back marked with scratches he knows will be commented on by the boys back in his ward.
You’re draped across his chest, tracing the tattoos on his pale skin. His fingers are in your hair. Barely moving, just running through the strands as he soothes you, just like he did every time you had sex.
It was such a simple gesture, but even in a bedroom that wasn't yours and under a dull blue ceiling light, it was enough to calm down. You were still trembling a little, your body still adjusting to not having been touched like that in over a year, taking everything he gave you.
Eric kisses your temple again, kissing all over where he could reach like he was apologising for being rougher than he intended. Like he was reminding you that he was still the man who had your heart even though he was locked away.
You sigh in content, ignoring the fact you'll probably be limping out of the jail with an escort who'll no doubt judge. Your throat was sore, your skin was marked with bites and hickies, and you were in some small room in the middle of South London's biggest prison.
And yet, it still felt like the safest place on Earth. Here, in Eric's arms, and as your eyes close, for a brief moment you pictured you were both back in your flat, in your bedroom.
Home.
"I love you," he whispers again. "M'sorry it's gotta be like this."
"It's okay," you whisper back, pressing your head further against his chest as he runs his free hand over your belly, feeling the soft skin beneath. "It won't be forever."
"No it won't be," he agrees, his words muffled as he runs his lips over your forehead. "I'll be good, be outta here in no time."
Eric reaches for the hand on his chest, and instead of entwining your hands, he presses his palm flat against yours.
With no glass separating you now, he keeps his hand there, dwarfing yours as he smiles.
Sir Jimmy Crystal x fem!Reader x feral/monster!Remmick
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๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Summary: Jimmy and Remmick find you in the middle of the night. You try to run. Spoiler: It ends poorly for you.
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ a/n: This is a Dead Dove: Do Not Eat one-shot; it contains non-consensual sex and dark themes. I cannot stress this enough. Please do not engage with this if this triggers or upsets you. If you are offended by this and read it anyway only to leave hate, I will be removing negative comments and blocking you.
Wow, can you believe I finally finished something? Not quite the original 6k words it was before, but it helped get out some bad feelings.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, creampie, cum inflation reference, dead dove: do not eat, drool, facial, forced oral, feral!Remmick, knotting, man-handling, monster sex, non-con sex, spitroasting, oral male!receiving, violence
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Take this as your final warning.
Some things are worse than infected.
Far worse.
Usually, you wouldn't dream of making a fire at night. But it's been five days since you last saw any infected, and the new record has your guard down. The promise of warmth from a fire is just too tempting, and as the chill begins to settle into the afternoon, you start one.
It's only a small campfire, just to get the circulation going in your fingers again. You didn't think it would be noticeable. Or, maybe you were just too hopeful; silly, really, that you would still allow yourself something as trivial as that.
Your nightly routine now consists of the same bundle of tripwires and bells whenever you can't find shelter. Hopefully, it won't be long before you find somewhere to stay more permanently.
When the night draws in, and your shadow begins to dance away from the flame, you curl up beside it until eventually, sleep finds you.
Something isn't right.
The sharp ring of a bell rips you from sleep, to your right and no less than thirty feet away.
Your eyes crack open to see nothing but the pitch of the forest floor. The fire is snuffed out, and the air is stagnant around you.
The hair on the back of your neck stands when you hear something cut through the night; it's the same tinkle of the bell ring again, followed by an intrigued laugh. As though the wire was just plucked by someone.
The thought of a stranger frightens you more than any infected. Though something that catches you by surprise is the clatter of chains, unmistakable enough to have you slowly rise to your knees as your eyes adjust.
Then, being careful to use the scattered ferns as cover, you remain crouched as you wait.
An amused tone follows the chuckle, and through the slits of green, you think you spy purple clothing between the trees. "Clever little thing..." You pick up on the tone, male, with a Scottish burr.
You try to keep your breathing steady despite the rapid hammering of your heart; it's so strong that it pulses behind your ears and up your throat. The figure in front seems to be scanning the ground for something, likely the other wires, when you spot a tug at the metal chain he appears to be holding.
"Whoa, steady. What is it, hm?" It isn't clear who the man is speaking to until you see another figure creep out from the shadows. You swallow thickly as it stands, inhuman in the way it hunches over as it sniffs the air. It's difficult to make out much, even with your eyes settling to the low light, but you think you spy the glint of metal around their head, and a collar attached to the chain.
Suddenly, their head snaps over to your direction, and there are two pinpricks of red where the eyes should be.
The sight of it makes you gasp, and almost immediately, they rush towards you. Automatically, you grab your bag as you burst into a sprint. There isn't a thought in your mind that could scream louder than the instinct powering muscle and bone.
You can barely hear the snap of chains and a voice sounding out a command from behind you as you run. "Go fetch." The confidence through that word makes your heart leap, and the back of your knees go damp with sweat. You know that beyond the clearing at the bottom of the hill, the treeline gets thicker and harder to navigate. It's the only thing that could give you a chance of safety. When you actually break free of the woods and make it down to the clearing, you think you can do it.
The air is cold enough to tear at your lungs, and your legs bark in agony from travelling all day, but you don't stop. You can't afford to. The pounding of footsteps from behind is virtually silent; the occasional snap of twigs is the only clue that you're being chased. Panic floods you as the sounds get closer, until ultimately, you feel the graze of something sharp on your shoulder as you get knocked to the ground. The denser edge of the forest is ripped away from your sight in moments, your only means of escape dashed from mere feet apart.
The collision into the ground is hard enough to knock the air from you, rattling your teeth as you taste the rot in the earth underneath. Whatever is straddling you isn't letting up, shoving your face down even as you thrash around under them. A sick laugh bursts out from above, much too close, as something wet drips onto your neck.
Dirt cakes your fingernails from where you scrape and claw the earth below, struggling to get your breathing under control. Your attacker's hand grips both of your wrists tightly, pinning them as you shiver, but you refuse to beg for them to stop, not wanting to give any satisfaction. The fierce sight of their hands makes your brows furrow in confusion, eyes widening when it becomes clear that the fingers are much longer than they should be. The tips of them resemble talons more than they do any nail you have ever seen.
There's a low, gritty growl, and you freeze up when you can hear what sounds like a bloodhound sniffing close to your ear. The cold press of metal against your skin makes you flinch away, but it only follows you again, along with a soft panting that curls around the side of your face. The heat of it is thick with the scent of iron, enough to make your stomach turn.
Though you try not to make a sound, a faint cry leaves you as the panic replaces your control. No matter how much you fight their grip or kick your legs, nothing gives, and pretty soon, you're too tired to keep up the effort. When your struggle lessens, you're shoved onto your back as if it takes no effort, and your arms are restrained against the ground again. That's when you stare up, expecting either man or some bizarre strain of infected, but you find neither.
Instead, above you is full of gnashing fangs that drip with something viscous and cold between the bars of a muzzle. Male in appearance, completely stripped bare with deep-set eyes that glow red like the end of a poker or coals through the snow. There is no chain attached anywhere, as you saw before, though you do see a worn collar around his thick neck, unsuccessfully covering the thin, black-looking veins blooming across the skin underneath. As he settles on top of you, you want to scream. It sticks in your throat until the only noise you're making is the small, shocked hiccups where your body refuses to function properly.
When you try weakly to struggle again, it's only brief, and you can only squirm underneath him to no avail. A gnarled sigh drips from his parted mouth, those red eyes widening a fraction before relaxing. To your horror, his hips give a slow, firm drag over yours in response to your movements, and you feel something give a twitch against you. Your breath hitches as he does it again, the movement stuttering as his eyes remain fixed on yours.
No.
Something scared slips out of your throat, wavering and small as you tremble underneath him. That twitch against your clothed sex has you shake your head desperately. His stare, seemingly not fully present, is locked onto your face as you feel his length hardening against you. There's a disgust lurching inside of you when his hips force the seam of your jeans to rub against your clit, and you hear a pleased sigh from above.
"That setup was pretty clever, with the bells an' all. But he can smell the smoke of your fire miles away." The voice you had only briefly heard returns to you, tearing your attention away. "I assume..." Black trainers enter your field of vision first, then the purple velour of his tracksuit as he approaches the two of you. His words seem to distract whoever is on top of you, enough that they lean back a little and settle their stiff cock against you.
Your breath stills as the new man crouches beside you, and you see his face for the first time. His mouth twists into a cocky smile, and under the moonlight, it's enough to know that his teeth don't flash white; they're almost the same shade of yellow as his hair.
"Who do we have here then, eh?" His brows lift in question, expecting an answer. Your lips tightly press together, trembling as you stay silent. There's a sharp exhale through his nose as he huffs, then places his hand on his chest, just above the several gold chains hanging there. "Ah. Rude of me, I am Sir, Jimmy Crystal." His hand gestures to the other man or beast above you. "I see you've already met Jimmy Fangs." You're too scared to be confused over the details. There's another heavy jerk of his cock against you, followed by a lusty sound as he grinds against you.
When you don't answer, Jimmy laughs as though one of you had made a joke. "I'm only teasin', he's not a Finger, so he doesn't get a title." There's a dismissive wave of his hand as he stifles a laugh at his own joke, though it's completely lost on you. "No, Remmick here is more of a uh.. Well, a hellhound, I suppose." His eyes drift to Remmick's groin, the movement of another drag of his hips catching Jimmy's attention. An excited giggle bubbles out of him with a 'Oho!' as he looks back at you.
Jimmy's hand reaches out to take your jaw, and the thick rings he wears are cold against your skin. He forces you to face him, appearing to have lost interest in a name. If he ever had one anyway. "…and it seems, he's taken a bit of a shine t'ye."
The thought of this… You hesitate to think of 'Remmick' as a thing, but realistically, what other word could you use? It must be some new strain of the virus, and the concept of having to keep the strain muzzled is beyond frightening. "H-He's infected." You manage to stammer out, barely audible even to your own ears.
A thoughtful grin spreads across his features, something calculating underneath that makes your stomach drop. "Well now, that's a pretty voice-" Jimmy's thumb strokes the skin under your bottom lip before pulling away. "-And no, a different kind of demon. Still got a nasty bite, mind." Jimmy gives the muzzle a tap, earning a quick jolt away from Remmick.
Jimmy inhales as he sits back on the grass, looking over the two of you with a playful shrug. "Ordinarily, I'd feel more… charitable, per se. But my pet needs a new toy."
New toy.
It's said so casually, as though you were clothes hung up in a store, being browsed to see how you might fit. The question of what he means doesn't come out; you can only shake your head, scared because you already know the answer. "No…" That makes Jimmy's lips curl into a sly smile, and you try to pull your wrists away from Remmick, but it hurts where the claws pinch.
"Aye." Jimmy scoffs at you, and you see him produce something sharp from his pocket. "I'll tell ye exactly what's gonna happen, so it's no surprise." Another smirk, but you can't tell if he's being genuine or if there's sarcasm lining the words. "I'm just that kind."
You decide that Jimmy is holding a blade, and it makes you stop moving when he leans forward to bring the pointed end to the buttons on your jacket. "I'll get rid of these clothes-" With a flick of the steel, the buttons are gone in an instant, and the material goes loose. It makes you cry out in protest as the reality finally sets in. You're already taking rapid breaths when the knife slides under the hem of your shirt, making a short tear up. "-And we're gonna see if my pet wants to keep ye once he's fucked ye." Your breath hitches at the same time as Jimmy's hands take the bottom of your shirt, either side of the cut in the fabric. The tears building up in your eyes blur your vision, and you're unable to stop.
With a vicious tug, the flimsy material is torn in a straight line all the way up to the neckline, and your tears finally break over to stream down your face. Before Jimmy can slice through your bra, the blurred shape of Remmick gets closer until the cold muzzle is pressed against your skin. You shiver at the feeling and clamp your mouth shut, scared as you feel his tongue slide over the wet streaks through the bars.
"S-Stop-" Your voice is strained, then cut off with another drag of Remmick's hips against yours. He takes up almost your entire vision, unwelcome to all of your other senses and before he's even pulled away from your face,
"Toys don't need clothes. Remmick, take 'em off." Jimmy nods to Remmick, who, with a grunt, sits back to rip your jeans and underwear off of you in one. The moment he lets go of your wrists to do it, you attempt to wriggle away. His claws are too quick to pin you by your throat, and there's a low bellow rumbling in his chest that leaves no room for interpretation. It's a direct warning to stay.
It's so cold with you completely exposed. You can't even press your thighs together to stop Remmick with the way he slots himself between them, and in the moonlight, you only panic more when you get a glimpse of him.
He's big.
Unnaturally so. Thick and dripping from the flushed head of his cock as he starts to rub himself against your bare folds. The unwelcome sensation makes you flinch away from him, and you hear the slide of fabric from the side of you.
When you look over, your stomach drops. Jimmy's hand is lazily stroking his own cock as he watches both of you, mostly playing with the head and metal piercing that's nestled at the tip.
"Play with her tits, get her all wet." Jimmy's lips remain parted after he speaks, and he slowly wets his top lip as he stares at your chest. Remmick gathers your wrists with one of his hands, his other slides down to grope your breast through the fabric of your sports bra. He hooks the claw of his index underneath, and just like Jimmy's blade, there's little resistance as he shreds up in one fluid motion.
The second your breasts fall free, you hear a groan from Jimmy that curdles in your ear. Then Remmick is palming you roughly enough that if your nipples weren't already drawn tight from the cold breeze, his long fingers certainly would have done the trick. Your eyes slip shut when he roughly pinches one between his knuckles, and in addition to the shivering it causes, you end up writhing underneath him without meaning to. Your face burns from being forced to endure it, but more than that, Remmick actually manages to force strained noises out of you that have you ashamed. The humiliation of it all is too much to bear, the undeniable feeling of your slick leaking out against Remmick's cock has your face heating up so much you know it would burn to the touch.
There's a small moan from Remmick, and you catch him looking down between you, as though he might have also just felt it. He ruts against you, slow and drawn out, head dragging through the wet folds enough to bump against your clit in a way that has you breath hitch. You could sob at how wet you sound; it's obvious that Remmick can hear it too.
When the blunt head of his cock catches at your entrance, you both flinch, then drool is dripping onto your bare torso as you shake your head in disbelief at it all. Every drop makes your heart pulse louder in your ears, until he leans back to let it slide down the bars of his muzzle and onto his cock. When he finally pushes into your entrance, everything else is drowned out by the ringing in your ears.
Desperation and disgust claw under your skin as he rocks into you. Remmick is too thick for you to comfortably ease around him, and you're not nearly relaxed enough to take it easily. A series of throaty grunts punches out of Remmick, bullying his way inside of you until he bottoms out with a carnal growl. You're completely frozen, your presence cut off as you feel the head of Remmick's cock nudge against your cervix.
To the side of you is the noise of shuffling; you don't spot the way Jimmy's hand reaches out to catch Remmick's drool in his palm. Or the way he sits back to let his wet hand glide over his cock. Jimmy seems to have found a rock close by, big enough to lean back against with his free hand resting behind his head as he soaks in the sight of you.
When Remmick moves back, you move with him as he pulls out halfway, then your entire body is shoved onto the ground with every brutal thrust he takes. Whatever string of fate leading you to this point doesn't take pity on you, as the pain of the stretch doesn't let up, no matter how slick your cunt is against him. Your eyes begin to glaze over as Remmick's nose flares under the muzzle. In the background of your mind, you know it isn't only slick, and the torn pain shooting through you is enough to make you whimper.
Remmick mistakes the noise for something else entirely, and his grunt gives way to thin moans as he sets a rhythm into you.
"How's that feel? She… nice and tight fer ye?" You stare at the sky as Jimmy half keens over to Remmick.
The stars are so pretty tonight, dancing with light even though they're trapped in the sky's inky grip.
Remmick's strained voice is rough as it answers Jimmy. Desperation clings to each sound, and you distantly register that it's the first words that you've heard from Remmick. "S'good… So good." He just keeps repeating himself over and over again. In any other situation, you might have felt stunned to learn that he can talk.
Jimmy's voice sounds more excited, and the glide of his hand over his cock matches Remmick's pace. A revulsion courses through you for being able to notice it. "Harder, m-make her tits bounce fer me." Remmick's hips speed up; every harsher thrust has new tears forming, and your breath is fighting. Worse than any other outcome right now, the assault on your walls is beginning to feel good. You could scream if there were any way to get air into your lungs without choking on it.
Your brows pinch as you try to fight the heat that flickers inside of you. The only thing left for you to do is focus on the sky, even as you feel Remmick force your hips to grind back against his; you hope that's the case, anyway. You refuse to acknowledge how his hands aren't touching your hips, how you would never move your hips to match his movements.
You could vomit.
The noise to your side doesn't consciously translate as Jimmy as he moves closer. It isn't until his hand reaches for one of your breasts that you realise you were completely dazed. You grimace at the way he kneads your flesh, rough in a way that has his rings pinch the skin between them.
The movement earns a low growl from Remmick, and you feel Jimmy's fingers almost go. Jimmy flashes a huffed smile to Remmick, sneering with a command. "Share yer things. Can't use that mouth anyway, can ye, lad?" Jimmy raises a challenging brow to Remmick, making it sound as if he's doing Remmick a favour by lowering his mouth to your nipple.
Jimmy traces the tip of his tongue around the stiff peak, shifting his gaze from Remmick directly to you as he takes it into his mouth. Your skin muffles his groan, though you feel it reverberate through your chest all the same. When he suckles, it's harsh and rhythmic, all the while Remmick is still fucking up into you relentlessly, enough that he's rocking your body as he ruts.
By the time you even realise that Remmick let go of your wrists to hold both of your thighs apart, it's too late. You don't have the energy to move them, or do anything but take each full drag of his cock, and between him and Jimmy, you're too weak to fight the pleasured whines that melt out of you.
Jimmy's grin darkens around you, giving a quick nip as he just barely pulls away, cock pulsing in his hand as he doesn't let up his strokes. "Use his name, let him know whose ye are."
The demand makes you shake your head. You can't bring yourself to willingly do that.
Jimmy's voice drips with venom, and you hear the sharp sound of a blade being unfolded. Then it's pressed to your collarbone, and you give him as much of your attention as you can manage. "Do it, or you'll get a nasty cut."
The threat of the blade makes you swallow thickly, and the promise of more pain you hadn't considered forces your lips to move. "Re… Rem-mick." The taste of his name is acrid between his thrusts. "Remmick."
Calling out to him carves a possessive sound from his chest, and his hips snap up into you harsher than before. Enough so that it forces genuine moans from you, and you could cry, disgusted with yourself at how good it feels. Even more so when the thick drag of his cock hits your G-spot enough that even the disassociation isn't taking root.
Jimmy seems to catch it through the expression on your features, and his eyes don't leave your face as he leans back with a grin. "Stop." A broken whine slips out of Remmick, unwilling to stop at the command until Jimmy sticks the blade into Remmick's forearm. There's a snarl and a flash of the fangs enclosed by the metal bars, but you hear the threat in the way his chest rumbles with a guttural noise. The only sign Jimmy might be spooked by it is the quick movement away he takes to dodge a claw. He swallows, "Turn her over."
Remmick glares at Jimmy, brows knitted together in their stand-off until you feel Remmick slowly pull out of you. Every inch without him has your gut twist with the loss you didn't want in the first place. The sensation only confuses you, not that you have time to think about it. You're suddenly staring at the ground, unaware that they had moved you onto your hands and knees until the tickle of grass brushes your face. It's the only sense of anything soft you can fathom. Before you can even begin to think about it, an intrusion hooks into your mouth, dragging your head up by the upward force on the roof of your mouth.
Jimmy's fingers. You gag on the way they drag you up enough that you already know what's going to happen. No matter how you try to hold back fresh tears or hiccups around the grubby digits, you can already see his cock level with your face.
"If I feel so much as a nibble, he'll be the last of your worries… Howsat?" His head tilts in question, but you don't have the words to answer. You only nod to show that you understand; it was this or it was your life.
Jimmy's eyes narrow at you, displeased with your response, or rather, a lack of. Something hateful flashes over his expression, and in an instant, you feel the hard slap of his cock to your face. It makes you wince, and Jimmy only chuckles at the reaction. "When I ask something, I expect an answer."
Your face burns as it forces you to answer. "…Yes."
"Yes…?" Jimmy's head tilts to the side unexpectedly as his hand wraps around his length.
Your lips tremble as your voice shrinks. "Yes, Sir."
There's a much happier sound that hums from him, and he slowly pushes the head of his cock to your lips. "There we go, good lass. Open wide." You're hesitant, but manage to open up just enough for him to push past your lips. The taste of him makes you cringe, dirty on your tongue and cold where the metal piercing is.
When you wrap your lips around him, there's a slow groan that leaks out of him. You almost forgot about Remmick until he's finally grinding up against your slick again. The reminder makes your eyes widen as he lines himself up with your entrance.
The way Remmick slowly sinks back into you with a groan has your walls clenching around him, gripping him tight without permission. This time, you know for a fact that his hands find your hips, and as he begins to thrust into you, it rips a quiet moan from Jimmy as the motion forces you to stuff more of his cock into your mouth. "Good lad, Remmick." You swear you hear a whimper from behind you, and Jimmy's the back of fingers find your cheek to stroke it in a mock display of affection. "Maybe you'll give us some new pups, hm?"
Any time Remmick pulls out, you try your best to move away from Jimmy, to breathe, to do anything so that you don't completely shut down. But with the way Remmick's hitting into your sensitive walls with the new angle, it's deep enough that you're both moaning into the night air.
Jimmy's fingers grab at your hair as he fucks deeper into your mouth, choking you as his eyes slip shut. "S-So warm… Lucky we- Oh hell- Lucky we found ye…" You can only swallow his cock as it pulses against your tongue and reaches the back of your throat. The metal stabs into your palette with each movement, somehow making you more violated than anything previously. Through the tears, it isn't clear to you what his expression looks like, only that there are thin whines that are beginning to seep out of him. A horrid mixture of hope and revulsion takes root inside you, wanting it to be over as soon as possible and yet not wanting him to finish anywhere near you.
Revulsion wins, you knew it would by the taste of Jimmy's pre-cum leaking onto your tongue as he whines. His eyes scrunch as you can only get forced onto him faster with how Remmick possessively sinks into you. You hate it, and as your eyes scrunch up to prepare for Jimmy's release, to your surprise, he pulls out of you completely. It isn't clear what's happening until his cock keeps bumping against your face, and you see him stroking himself. He's slack-jawed with ragged breaths until finally, Jimmy's release is dripping down your face. You feel it cool against your face, mingling with your tears as your gaze drops to the floor in shame.
From the sound of panting behind you, Remmick isn't far behind. His movements are becoming more erratic, and despite how much you try to force it away, a heat curls awkwardly inside you until it snaps. A choked sound is ripped from Remmick as your walls reflexively convulse around him, and it doesn't matter about your efforts; your mouth hangs open as you cry out with the pleasure-pain of it all.
"Mine.. Mine…. Mine..." Remmick's words are punctuated with thick grunts in your ear as he hunches over you. You can hear the need in his huffs and quick breaths, then you feel an odd sensation at your entrance. The feeling has your mind grow dizzy as the base of Remmick's cock begins to swell, and he slams forward one final time to lock himself in with you by the knot that has formed. The pain is too much for you. It makes you yelp, and Remmick is only capable of drooling over your shoulder as his hips stutter against yours.
"Oh shit, he really likes ye, doesn't he?" You can't even address Jimmy's amused question as spurts of heat suddenly flood your core in waves. The growls in your ear eventually taper off into whimpers, and the metal of his muzzle is pressed against your neck. You can't help but whine quietly in response to the gentle swell of your stomach, filled with Remmick more than should be possible.
You wish you would die already.
Remmick mistakes your frantic hiccups and gasps for something else unknown to you again, and you can only cry harder at the arm that snakes its way underneath you. As if it were a cruel trick on the universe's part, his claws pull you closer to him the way a partner would after making love. What's worse is that he doesn't seem to be trying to leave you at all.
"Best get comfy, that knot's gonna keep up here a while." Jimmy's voice floats down to you with a twisted sound, something comical layered throughout the lilt.
You hadn't spotted a bag on the ground before now; it's to the side, and Jimmy is already riffling through the backpack when you notice. He's crouched over, then whatever he pulls out, he taps it at one end.
It looks like a syringe.
Dread courses through you, and you go stock still as you brace yourself for the worst, until he completely walks past you to go to Remmick instead. Whatever dark fluid is inside the needle forces a barked cry from Remmick as you feel him flinch. Though you don't witness the black veins in Remmick's neck bulge in response, you feel the reaction almost immediately; Remmick's arm goes slack under you, and the rest of him seems to relax above you.
Jimmy steps back into view as he wipes off something from the end of the syringe. Then he pauses for a moment, looking to you with a considering grin. "Keeps him settled.. Well-behaved. This'll be your job now, lass."
okay genuine question for the jack fandom, are we in a lull right now or are we…lowkey dying a little?
i’ve just been noticing a lot of fics lately with decent enough likes but barely any reblogs, and it’s got me thinking. i know tumblr in general has changed and engagement isn’t what it used to be, but it does feel like we’ve hit some kind of snag.
and before anyone takes this the wrong way, this is not me being ungrateful. i’m always grateful for every single note. and i’ll write for jack whether a fic gets 1 note or 1000 because i genuinely love it here. i write self-indulgent jack fic about me and him too (don’t judge lmao) so clearly i’m not going anywhere.
but i also won’t lie and say it isn’t discouraging sometimes to spend hours or days on something and see very little interaction. not in a validation-seeking way, more in a “is anyone still out there?” way.
so here’s what i’m committing to on my end: i’m going to start sharing and reblogging way more fic and art. because if we want this fandom to stay alive and motivated, we have to engage with it. writers and artists don’t thrive in silence. if you love something, reblog it. comment on it. make noise about it.
i don’t want to pivot to more active fandoms just because the numbers look better. but i’d be lying if i said the thought hasn’t crossed my mind when i see the difference in engagement.
idk. just thinking out loud. what do you guys think?
@spikedfearn , an INSANELY TALENTED writer on this platform, makes some great points here! Tumblr - our beloved hellsite - is not tiktok (thank god lol) or other platforms where views/visibility count as engagement, so us viewing a post or reading a fic doesn't reach the creator as interactions with the piece of art they've created. As it says above, writers and artists don't thrive in silence. I'm a very new creator here (welcome to my teeny blog made of sticks!!) but I'm going to commit to commenting on, liking, and reblogging (I use my #the library 📚 tag for this!) as many fics as I can going forwards, to try and send the creators some love.
In the meantime, here's a (non-exhaustive!!!) list of some utterly brilliant writers currently writing in this fandom!
@a-rome-of-ones-own
@dxmurewrites
@spikedfearn
@thebookdragon95
@flixpii
@bokonowriter
@bloodsuckingfiends
@amaranthine-enihtnarama
@finnwaller
@iceemochaa
@pepperstories
@keeperskey
@foxtufts
(If you're listed here and we've never actually spoken, hi!! Sorry, I'm shy so tend to lurk. But I love your work and I want you to know!!!!! Feel free to come and say hello!!! ☺️)
I hope the fandom doesn't die out, I've met some wonderful people through it 🧡🫶
I'm honoured that somebody would actually tag me in this, so thank you! I'll drop the handles for some amazing creators with some truly inspired works!
If I tag you and you're already in the list above, suck it up. It's just because I love you and I didn't check the list beforehand.
✨️ In no particular order ✨️
🧡 @keeperskey 》 I'm a big fan of Bea's work, particularly her PaddyxRemmick fics
🧡 @iceemochaa 》 I love Luna and her big juicy brain for always coming up with great scenarios that make for even juicier reads.
🧡 @punani-san 》 A talented, creative individual who leans into darker themes that are a very fun read.
🧡 @lulaaaaaaw 》 The first person I ever did a fic request for! She specialises in uniquely dark fics and has inspired me a couple of times with my own!
🧡 @flixpii 》 I cannot put into words how much I adore Lyric's fics. I would recommend them to anyone.
🧡 @weavingduck 》 Poppy's command on the English language is phenomenal
🧡 @cherryxhaze 》 I implore you to read up on any of the fics by Shelbs, though I'm partial to her Modern Professor AU!
🧡 @scannainscanrula 》 Beautifully written fics, every single time. Creator of the Rockstar!Remmick AU!
🧡 @roomiesoreo 》 I recommend if you enjoy the Rockstar!Remmick AU!
🧡 @bloodsuckingfiends 》 I can't overstate how much I enjoy their fics
🧡 @bleedingsunlight 》 Anyone who enjoys a subby!Remmick ought to give their work a read
🧡 @scrprints 》 A superstar who puts their all into everything they do. A huge selection of Jack works to explore plus great artwork!
🧡 @hatethysinner 》 I'm unsure if they are still active but I emplore any Remmick fan to read their outstanding work
🧡 @h3r3t1c 》 A fantastic artist (and opossum) who has served as inspiration to many fic authors, myself included.
🧡 @thlaylisden 》 A wonderful artist and the creator of the knight!Remmick AU!
🧡 @snailsfall 》 Every single meme of Remmick's dumb (lovingly) face makes me smile
It really means a lot, especially considering how many talented people are in this Fandom. I honestly didn't expect to be tagged, so I truly appreciate you.
I'd like to tag those who I don't believe have been tagged yet. Just my way to show appreciation for Fics I've recently read and enjoyed. ❤️🖤
“Welcome home, lovey”, Jimmy cooed at you. Setting down your purse and coat, and embracing Jimmy in his outstretched arms. He gestures toward the table and pulled out a chair. One of your favorite meals is already waiting.
“Thank you baby”, you replied softly. Sitting down and starting to quickly eat the dinner he made you. You were starving after a ten hour shift.
“Slow down, cutie”, he scolds, voice raising slightly. Obeying in an instant. Jimmy always became more unpredictable when his orders weren’t listened to.
“Good girl”, he purred, stroking your hair as if you were a too excited pet finally getting supper. You smiled in between bites to show you enjoyed the food. He returned the smile, leaning in closer and lowering his voice, like he held a secret.
“Theres plenty of sweets”, he said. Twenty minutes later, he got up to clear your plate, rubbing your back gently as he passed you. You got up to quickly shower, while Jimmy prepared the “fun” for the both of you. When you came back into the dining room, you felt an apprehensive tightness in your chest. Sure, you had done food play before. Him feeding you small pieces of candy.
Sucking whipped cream off his fingers. But this was something else entirely. Chocolate candy pieces, whipped cream, sour things, chocolate and caramel syrup, different flavors of ice cream, and a small selection of savory stuff. All of it sitting on top of a thick clear plastic sheet. The same fabric covering all the chairs and under the table. Jimmy gestured toward a chair, both of you only in your underwear.
Plastic crinkling loudly as both of you sat down. He squirted some whipped cream onto several fingers, all his rings shined brightly in the fading golden hour sunlight.
“Ladies first”, he teased. You knew what to expect. Nipples hardening in excitement. Mouth opening low and wide as your body leaned forward. Gazing at Jimmy intensely, holding eye contact like you knew he loved. Sucking slow and gentle at first, going from one finger to the next. He then sucked cream from your fingers, humming in pleasure.
Your body shivering from the chill in the room as heat crept toward your core. Jimmy places a few sour candies in your mouth, giving you a “come here” finger. You scooted closer as he takes your face in his hands to make out with you. Both of your spit only making the candy feel more sour. He moaned while you let out a little squeal of protest.
Cheeks puckering from the sting as the coating kept melting on your tongue. Trying to shove him away, but he only grabbed your wrists.
“Awe, little lamb wants her real treats, yes?”, he cooed in an almost mocking tone. Nodding fast, hoping he'd be gracious. Thankfully, he was. Popping of the tops of the chocolate and caramel syrups. Squirming in your seat as Jimmy put both all over yours and his chest.
Fingers and tongues licking and sucking all over. You or him lapping it up as it slowly slid down to the thighs or pelvis. Him and you not being able to help but kiss and suck there on occasion. Bodies covered in spit, hickies, and a little sweat. Syrups mixing to make an almost sludge like color as it drips onto the chairs and then the floor. Jimmy sucking face with you one last time before he got up from his chair.
“One last surprise, little one”, said a little breathlessly. Hair slick and stuck to parts of his face, his cock bobbing as he walked over to the kitchen. A devious smile on his face while a confused one formed on yours. A bowl of…gelatin? An odd colored milkshake? You couldn't be sure.
Setting it down, the unidentifiable liquid looked a little more recognizable. It looked like a dark brown or red color. Thicker than a milkshake, for sure. Jimmy smiled impishly.
“Kyro syrup. To look like blood”, he answered. A long pause, you didn't know how to respond. He gestured to it, then back to you.
“I know you really like that new vampire movie. With the handsome lad as the villian”, he continued. You hesitantly dipped two fingers into the liquid to taste it. Finding out it was mixed with Hershey's syrup as well, making it extra sweet.
“I added some red food dye too. Make it look more real”, Jimmy added after you tasted it. You stared at him, a little in awe. Still standing, he pours a small amount on your chest and licks his lips. He sits down and hunches over to suck and bite it off your chest.
“More”, he rasps. Taking a hand in the liquid and smearing it all over your face. Jimmy's tongue darting out to lick and smear it all over. You started to grumble in response, but your body betrayed you with arousal as your thighs clamp together. Jimmy laughed a little as if he already knew.
“Maybe next time we have a real feast. Meats, veg, all of it”, he says with a wicked glint in his eye.
bodyguard!jack solomon x singer!reader | masterlist
It's 1962, you're the queen of the radio, on the cover of every magazine, and in a new city every night. Men want you and women want to be you, but all you want is your bodyguard, Jack Solomon.
SIDE A
TRACK 1 (FOREVER - THE MARVELETTES)
TRACK 2 (SOLDIER BOY - THE SHIRELLES)
TRACK 3 (BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY - THE FOUR SEASONS)
TRACK 4 (YOU BELONG TO ME - THE DUPREES)
TRACK 5 (MERRY TWISTMAS - THE MARCELS)
TRACK 6 (YOU BEAT ME TO THE PUNCH - MARY WELLS) feat. @roomiesoreo
