#david sweat

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAUL DANO!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎊🎊🎉🎊🎉🎊🎉🎊🎉🎉🎊🎉🎊🎉🎊🎊🎉🎉

oh my days happy 42nd birthday!!

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[i-hart-paul-dano]

I DIDN'T LIE, here he is :v3 + a spoon I chewed on today

[rockini]

Please I need the danonation to make fics of Paul when he played David Sweat in Escape from Dannemora!!

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the fact that Escape at Dannemora only has 3 fics on ao3 and was last updated in 2022 is an actual tragedy ;-;

[cercandodiscrivere]

Caged little bird | david sweat x reader.

word count | 4.9k

warnings | 18+, NSFW, dark themes (kidnapping, mentions of murder, stockholm syndrome), teasing, edging, fingering, porn with a lot of plot because even my sex fantasies need a context.

synopsis | When your car broke down in the middle of nowhere, you didn’t expect to end up in two fugitive’s way. When they decided to keep you alive, you didn’t expect to be forced to follow them both on their escape route to the north. Most of all: when one of them tied you to a bed to be sure you wouldn’t run away, you didn’t expect to find the situation… exciting. 

attention: while this is a work of fiction, David Sweat and Richard Matt are two real people (and real are their crimes). I don’t mean to condone their actions: remember to appreciate the actors and the Stiller’s novelized version, not the real men.

“You wanted to keep a little pet-project, so you’re going to take care of it”.

Richard Matt had the peculiar talent to make even a whisper sound threatening. Everything in him (his tired posture while sitting, his droopy eyes, the eccentric way he drew out his sentences) made you think about a bored old dog. In the week you spent in his company you had often caught him looking at you through heavy lids, squinting and tilting his head, scheming. There was a time you had thought he was the least threatening of the two men you had crossed paths with, but you had soon changed your mind. 

Sure, where David was strong and fast, Matt was weak and slow. If you ever managed to slip out of the makeshift handcuffs they kept you tied in, the old dog wasn’t going to be the one who would chase you through the woods. At first glance his younger accomplice fit the role of the menacing abductor better.

Maybe you were just a terrible judge of character; after all, on the dark evening you had crossed paths with your captors, you hadn’t recognized them as soon as you should have. With your car engine leaving you stranded just outside of the deep dark woods, seeing two unassuming hitchhikers with you on the road had made you feel safer. It took you one whole night as a captive before you managed to recall where you had seen their faces before (and that was when you realized your situation was even worse than what you had initially assumed). 

David Sweat and Richard Matt, prison fugitives. 

In the first days after their escape, both local and national newscasts had explained in excruciating detail how dangerous it would be to cross paths with them. You remembered the stories on why the men had ended up behind bars; tied in the trunk of you own car – one of the two men had managed to rescue it from the dirt mound you got it stuck in – you spent hours upon hours incapable of thinking anything but the words shot and dismembered. 

So, no, Matt wouldn’t run after you (but he would bite, and chew). 

“Bro, I just wanted to avoid getting caught after two days”. David wasn’t innocent either. He was a criminal, and a very dangerous one at that, but he also was the one who had vouched to keep you alive when you had met the two of them. He was the one who tied you, fed you (when the men were lucky enough to find something you all could eat), let you use the bathroom and even spoke to you with that calm voice of his like you were a human being. 

He was far from a reassuring face, but at least it didn’t look like he was constantly pondering how to hide your body in the woods. David still remained your safest companionship option even if in the past couple of days his mood hadconsiderably soured: ever since the two ex-cons had decided to ditch your car in favor of walking through the thick woods again, Matt had started limping, slowing down the escape and managing to enrage his usually quiet partner. You had quickly learned how to be on the young man’s good side, but it felt like constantly living on the edge of a cliff. 

You always remained quiet, attempting to make yourself smaller, speaking only when spoken to – you tried not to think how lately those quick interactions with David had started to feel more and more like actual conversations. You didn’t want to admit to yourself how you missed other people so much that even one kind word from your captor made your day. 

That night though, luck was on the two criminals’ side. You had found a cabin hidden within the trees; a proper little vacation house, which meant that just for once you had more than one couch to share (and maybe something to eat that wouldn’t taste like wet cat food). Alas, it also meant you would have to leave fast before someone came to visit. 

In that moment you were sitting on the toilet (a real toilet opposed to the hole on the ground you were growing used to) listening to the men’s newest discussion. David wanted Matt to walk faster and complain less, while Matt still didn’t like the idea of having you around. You had wondered more than once why they insisted on being a pair. Splitting roads seemed to be the right solution to all their complaints – and yet there probably was a binding prison rule you weren’t aware of, something along the lines of you escape together, you stick together.  

“We’ll leave her on the border with Canada. That way, we’ll be safe even before someone could find her”.

“She still knows where we want to hide. She probably heard us talk about it”.

You weren’t sure at what point of the investigation the cops were. Initially, it was commonly believed David and Richard were trying to get to Mexico. That was partly the reason why you hadn’t worried too much when you had decided to travel solo, reassuring your worried friends that the short trip was going to be as smooth as oil. 

Your first instinct was to beg and vow that you would keep your mouth shut, that if they let you go the cops would never know how much you had heard while being their captive… but deep down you knew it wasn’t the truth. They would know it wasn’t the truth.

“As a matter of fact…” the abrupt sound of the bathroom door opening sent you flying to the ground with a half-surprised, half-pained yelp. Matt’s pasty face peeped inside the small stall, observing you from above. “…Our little bird is listening to us right now. Aren’t you? Hoping you can fly far away from us, huh?”.

Well, yes. Of course. Cold waves of fear cursed through your whole body. “N-no. I’m sorry”.

Half covered behind his partner’s large figure, David’s face looked sour. While you never saw him outright smiling (their situation was stressful enough to wipe out any possible joy), he had never appeared so obviously annoyed about something. 

What was worse, even with a panicked brain you could see Matt’s point of view; if the police were still looking for them in the south, that meant you were the only living person outside of the duo to know their real plans to go north. 

That made you a liability. 

Some part of you also realized Matt didn’t inherently hate you. To him you were just a dead weight, a third mouth to feed, the only witness to their secret plans for survival. He needed to live and you were a danger to his goal. 

It was horrifying, but you understood. One week with the two of them had been enough for you to gather an impossible amount of information – their intricate bond, how they covered their tracks, who was going to help them once they crossed the border.   

It wasn’t personal – and yet, knowing that didn’t make anything in your situation better. 

With a deep sigh David opened the bathroom’s door wider, letting you out. Your wrists were still tied together (they had found a pack of cable ties in your car, the same ones you had used a month prior while moving to your new house). “C’mon, it’s late. We should rest”.

The last sentence was directed to Matt, who didn’t dignify his accomplice with an answer – his eyes were still on your bent form, unmoving. He had started calling you little bird as a way to endearingly mock you, but you really felt like a sparrow with a broken wing.

Caged and helpless. 

David knocked on the wooden door, getting your attention back on him. “We’ll take the bed, Richard is going to sleep on the couch” days ago he would have left you on the floor. You resolved to count his decision to share a mattress as a win. He didn’t look like the type that treated his future victim with kindness (and you had to admit that, besides the rudeness that came with being a criminal and a captor, he had always been somewhat humane with you).

You stood up from the floor, trying to show as much gratitude as you could without uttering a word. Passing close to Matt through the small bathroom’s door frame, you couldn’t help but scrunch your nose at the faintest smell of rot the older man emanated. Daring to raise your eyes to study his face now that you were closer, you noticed how pale he was – bordering on green, with deep, dark circles adorning his red eyes. 

The image of a rabid, sick dog came to your mind.

 “Want a picture, little bird?” he mumbled. Even his breath was nauseating – and you were well aware the three of you didn’t have enough water to bother to brush your teeth up until that evening, but that was way worse. You still shook your head, lowering your gaze once again. “No? Then get out of the way”.

At that, David grabbed the plastic chain around your wrists and pulled you out in the small corridor, using your own arms as a leash. The movement was harsh enough to gain a little whine from you. If he heard it, the man chose to ignore it, letting you follow him to the small bedroom you were going to share for the night. 

The space was cold (that June hadn’t been kind on the population), yet you were silently thankful anyway. At some point while you were in the bathroom David had managed to shove one of the wooden wardrobes in front of the window, blocking the frame. It was too heavy for you to push. Even with complete use of your hands, you were not going to escape while he slept. The realization didn’t bother you as much as it should have. 

It almost felt as if you had reached your lowest point ever. The more time you spent with David, the more you started to feel bad for him. It was too easy, looking at his furrowed brows (worried, always so worried about everything) to forget who he was and what he had done – to you and to others. You faintly recalled reading something about physical attractiveness and perceived guiltiness in criminal justice, how a man could fool jurors into thinking he was innocent if he just was attractive enough. Was that the reason why you felt more inclined towards David’s seemingly sweet demeanor, as opposed to Matt’s weirdly eccentric one? 

After a mere week with him, it almost felt like you could read him like a book. On nights like this, when he had just finished talking with Matt and the tension in the air was so thick you could snap it in half, you had to fight the instinct to pat him in the back and reassure him that everything was going according to his plans. 

“Sit on the bed, hands high” the command wasn’t new (for the past week your night routine had always started with him tying you to either something or himself), but it still sent shivers down your spine. His tone was resigned. Gone was the rage you had seen a glimpse of in the hallway. It appeared as if he was on the verge of crying, all the nervousness and anxiety of the past days building up inside him in a whirlwind. You could almost see the words you heard from his previous conversation with Matt still soaring inside his head: that wasn’t good – you needed to be on his good side. You wanted at least one of your captors to be interested in keeping you alive and well.  

“I heard what Matt said” you tried. Your voice was hoarse and low from disuse, little more than a whisper. Usually David was the one who started all your conversations – and most of the times those were one-sided discussions where he simply pondered his next steps aloud, leaving you the simple role of listening and nodding. “About me” you clarified, still raising your arms above your head to show compliance.

David shook his head, dismissing your worries. “He’s anxious, that’s all”.

A beat passed. “They know we’re headed north” he confessed. Even if you understood with they he meant the police (the good guys) you couldn’t help but feel your stomach sink. Living with two fugitives, even for a short period of time, had made you scared of outside interference. For some reason, now the idea of someone finding your little trio terrified you even more than the possibility of having to remain at your captor’s mercy for another week. 

Now facing you, hands still tightly clasping your wrists, David let out another sigh. “Matt’s got a stomach bug or something. It’s slowing us down. I… I think it will come to a point I’ll have to-” he stopped. 

You didn’t need him to finish the sentence. He, too, noticed how counterproductive their decision to stay together was. Something about the thought of leaving his ally filled him with guilt, but you knew their separation was closer than ever. It was the right moment to show him how much more valuable than Matt you could be.  

You shifted closer to David, almost without noticing. His grip hardened around your wrists. “I’ll tie you to the headboard, but your legs will be free. Don’t make me regret it”. A stern look. “Stay still”. The implication was clear: end of the conversation, all you had to do was be a good captive and let him sleep.

The moment after he leaned over you, quietly working with the cable ties and your arms. Even without raising your gaze you already knew he was adding another ring of sturdy plastic to the ones around your wrists, binding you to the metallic bedframe. His torso, covered by a dark red checkered shirt he had probably found in one of the room’s wardrobes, was right in front of your eyes. 

“Too tight?” he gave an experimental pull, waiting for your answer. Two days prior, he had surprised you with a couple of old rags, adding them to the side of your handcuffs closer to your skin, making sure your wrists wouldn’t hurt too much. 

You quickly shook your head, failing to completely convince him (was he still thinking about you as a liability? An obstacle between himself and his long-awaited freedom?). His big eyes shifted down at your face searching for something; the indication, maybe, that you were lying about the looseness of the ties just because you wanted to free your hands later on.

It wasn’t the first time you were that close to each other. When he and Matt couldn’t seem to find a roof to sleep under, David would tie one of your wrists to his own, forcing you to lay against him. With time, the closeness had become a welcome habit – even somewhat reassuring. You forgot the exact moment you had started to seek the warmth of his body, lulled to sleep by the faint smell of soil and leaves on his skin. 

In a sudden burst of confidence you responded in kind, staring up with wide eyes. 

He had thin lips, chapped by dehydration. You should have been completely repulsed by him. 

And yet.

He exhaled, you inhaled. Yes, by then you two were used to being this close to each other, but it was the first time both of you seemed to be aware of it. He kept staring at your face as if he was still searching for something you were hiding from him, but his hand cradling your chin was soft (and the effect of his look was maddening; how could a dangerous man like him be allowed to have such pretty, almost innocent eyes?). His face was angelic, and the way his fingers flexed around your wrists made your spine tingle. You tried to ignore that though, pressing your thighs together.  The simple movement made your body shift lower towards the end of the bed, stretching your arms almost painfully over your head. That seemed to spur something in David. 

“Not tight enough, I see” was he teasing? Every trace of annoyance had disappeared off his features. He, too, was openly looking at your lips now, indecisiveness furrowing his brows. The hand that held your wrists lowered, callous fingers tracing down your neck, then across your collarbones, stopping at your left shoulder. It sent a jolt through your body.

“Remember what I told you?”. Yes. No. Your mind felt too hazy to produce a coherent thought. “Be a good girl and stay still.”

Something about the way your body squirmed under his pleased him to no end, but Matt was just one room away. David had already shared someone with him – albeit quite unwillingly – and while he didn’t care if Tilly would rot in hell (lying, treacherous whore) he didn’t want to give his partner any weird ideas. 

All his life, David had used his looks to his favor: he was well aware of how unassuming he looked – even his towering figure, when compared to the other inmates, failed to make him appear too dangerous. Walking hunched and keeping his head down had worked wonders for his life in prison. People tended to leave him in peace, not out of fear but disinterest. In him, Tilly had seen the excitement of having a sordid affair with a convict without the real risk of entangling herself with someone like Murder (or even Angel, however pure his nickname could make him seem). 

The truth was a bit different. 

He was a loner, but that just meant he knew how to defend himself without any help. He had single-handedly drilled his way out of jail thought concrete walls, underground pipes and bricks: he was cautious – but not weak.

Your compliant demeanor, the way you needed him, reminded him just how powerful he could be now that he was out of the confinement of his old cell. He didn’t need to please an old deluded woman to keep himself afloat: he was the one in charge. 

You were his pet-project, after all. 

“David”.

The way you whispered his name (reverently, like a prayer) snapped him back to reality. Without thinking, he had positioned himself between your legs – and how nice of you to spread them even further apart to accommodate him. 

“Please”.

His head went slack against your shoulder, a groan slipping past his lips as he groped at your chest. You moaned and arched your back into his touch as one of his hands travelled up your body to palm one of your breasts.

“Silence” he ordered you softly, moving his hands down from your chest to the waistband of your trousers. Strong fingers pushed past the elastic band, immediately finding hot flesh; you didn’t wear any underwear, not since you had changed your clothes with the ratty t-shirt and pants David had found for you two nights prior. 

You jumped when he made contact and squirmed against him.

Again, he was elated by the way you respond to his touch. How long had passed since David had this kind of contact with someone? Not the pitiful quick moments shared in a prison closet, but a good and satisfying proper fuck?

He preferred not think that was the reason he had decided to keep you with him the night you got stranded with your car, but in that moment he couldn’t help to feel like this is exactly what you were meant for (to be under him, arching your back to get closer to his body, whining). 

The pad of his middle finger brushed your folds, almost toying with you. For once, he decided to savor that moment as long as he could: he took his time sliding your trousers down your legs while you lifted your hips to help him. 

“God, you’re drenched” that didn’t need an answer, but you pathetically nodded anyway, dragging a wolfish grin out of David. It took him so little to rile you up he struggled to believe you were the same woman he had found nervous and trembling on the bathroom floor just five minutes ago. While he cupped your cunt in his palm, his other hand went to clamp around one of your thights in an attempt to still you.

The little whines escaping from your lips seemed to spur him on. The more desperate you sounded, the slower he decided to move; your string of please more, pleasepleaseplease went unnoticed while he kept prodding at your entrance with slow, feather strokes.

Desperate, you arched your back once more, rolling your hips against his, cunt clenching around nothing. Your cheeks were burning so hot you tried to hide your face in the inside of your arm. 

“Needy little thing” he soothed, his breath almost incandescent on the exposed skin of your outstretched neck. Even unable to look at him, you knew by his tone how satisfied he was with your distress. That’s when he decided to give in, plunging two of his fingers fully inside you. His thumb dragged over your clit, eliciting another whine from you. 

“Shhh” he hummed, nibbling at your jaw. Even if you were to be completely silent, the room would still be filled by the obscene wet sound of his fingers pumping inside your cunt. 

You still bit you lower lip, trying to be good for him – but it was impossible. Some distant part of your brain noticed how the hand that wasn’t buried inside you had travelled down between his own legs to palm at his cock though his trousers. 

The mere idea of having David hovering above you, absorbed in pleasuring you (and yet so turned on that he couldn’t help but to touch himself in the process) sent you closer and closer. 

Heath flared through you, pooling in your lower abdomen. If only your hands were untied, you would throw them around his neck, grinding yourself to his body – the mere idea you could use that little freedom to run far from him was completely gone from your mind. You could only feel the way his fingers sunk deep, up to his knuckles (but you had studied him so attentively you knew how the ‘B’ and ‘F’ tattooed on his phalanges would disappear inside of you).

The sticky-wet sound vibrating around the small bedroom should have been enough to make you want to hide your face once again, if only you were lucid enough to notice. 

Your hips tilted forward as he slid one more finger into your core, clenching even harder. His palm now completely flat against your pelvis, David let out another groan. 

“Silence” you reminded him, your old sarcastic self resurfacing and gaining you a rough bite on your shoulder – one that, you knew, would leave a dark mark on your flesh. Coarse lips brushed against your skin, curling in a sardonic smile.

“Oh, are you worried someone could hear us?” he taunted, and his fingers slipped out with a slick pop! while your eyes opened in shock. The sudden emptiness left behind was almost painful; worse, now that you could feel all the heat coiling in your core starting to vanish. “We can always stop” and the mocking tone felt so cruel you swore in that moment you could cry. 

The way your head started shaking was panicked, borderline manic. “Please” you begged, and even through your clouded mind you could hear his soft chuckle. Part of you knew that wasn’t really the end of it. You could still tell how much David yearned for more than a quick finger-fuck, but you wanted to show him just how much his need matched with yours. “Please”.

He nodded, as if satisfied. His knuckles grazed your legs as he started to undo the elastic band of his own pants, one of his hands finding its way back to grasp your thigh, angling you. You forgot to breathe. 

With all the care he showed up until that moment, you didn’t expect how abrupt the first slam of his hips into you would be. You cried at the sudden thrust, the high-pitched sound bouncing around the room. 

“You have no idea what you do to me” David breathed, still pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck. Taking you by surprise, his hand unceremoniously slipped over your mouth. “Unfortunately, I really need you to not make a sound”.

Once fully inside, he shifted down, pressing his still clothed chest to your exposed one. There he was, filling you, enough of a stretch that it made your heart skip a beat. 

His eyes darted all over your face as he set a slow but roguh pace. He was putting you in your place, reminding you who was in charge and who was supposed to be a pliant, good girl. “Now you won’t have trouble keeping quiet”.

By contradiction, muffled behind his rough palm, your moans could now be as hard as you wanted without the risk of attracting unwanted attention on yourself. It was a maddening feeling, one that made your eyes roll in the back of your head. 

“We don’t want anybody to enter, right?” he asked, plunging so deep your whole body shifted up. With your wrists still tied to the bedframe above your head the angle was weird – but perfect, letting him hit the right spot with every thrust. “We don’t want anybody to see what you would let someone like me do to you”.

This wasn’t your David (if in the past week there ever was a version of David Sweat that you could have called yours at all). The cautious man who agreed to his accomplice’s every whim was gone. 

Perhaps that version of him had never existed, no more than mask masterfully created to make him look innocuous, harmless. 

The thought should have scared you – this new side of David was unknown, it could be a dangerous change to your balanced relationship – but it only made your edge closer and closer. You weren’t even sure how much more you could take, and yet it wasn’t enough. 

“Fuck” he hissed, and the grip of his fingers around your hip became so strong it felt as if he was digging to the bone. Drool started gathering around the edges of your mouth, coating his hand. “Are you coming already?” and even if his intent was to poke fun at you, his own moans were getting louder. Right as you arched your back once more and the orgasm hit you, he started whispering your name like a mantra, mumbling praises under his breath.

There was only one beat more before you felt his hot come spilling inside you. His hand slipped away from your face, leaving a trail of spit on your cheek, but his warm weight remained over you, both suffocating and reassuring. 

After, when he pulled out and you had just started to relax under the covers (spent and sticky, but satisfied) he crawled over to give you a chaste kiss on your tortured lips – so soft you almost lost it as you dozed off.  

“Good girl”. 

When you woke up, it was daylight again. The sun had managed to find its way past the wardrobe that covered the window, a soft glint that turned the whole room yellow. Squinting, you could see specks of dust dancing in the air just above your head. 

Your side of the bed was cold – the woolen blanket doing nothing against the chill morning air – and the spot next to you was even colder. Yet, even if you realized you had been left alone under the covers, you could still feel the presence of someone else in the room. 

Not David, though. “Pleasant night, little bird? I couldn’t sleep, some kind of noise kept me awake”.

Matt was near the door, lazily leaning against the wooden frame. His eyes were roaming up and down your figure, still secured to the headboard, but he looked more curious than hostile.

“Seems like you found a way to stick with us.”

If the comment didn’t attract your full attention, his next move did. He suddenly brought two fingers to his lips, sucking a gust of air in, as if smoking an invisible cigarette. 

He had to be in a playful mood. 

Inhale. “Do you know how we managed to escape from prison?”. Exhale.  

Even though you could hear the soft clutter of cans and plates being handled from the kitchen, you didn’t know what to think about Matt’s appearance in the bedroom. David was still in the house, in all likelihood preparing food for the three of you, making you feel somewhat safer. 

“No”. 

It was true. The news had reported someone else was involved in the break out, but you couldn’t remember if their identity (or their role in the whole ordeal) had been revealed. 

Instead of explaining further, Matt smiled, looking far too pleased for your tastes. Not knowing what he was talking about made you uneasy. “You are smarter than you look” he commented, breaking the silence once more. He even hinted a small bow to your direction – a mocking gesture you didn’t even try to understand. 

“Great minds think alike, little bird”.

And with that, he was gone. 

[riddlersbimbo]

Paul Dano as David Sweat Escape at Dannemora (Ep.7)

[tomhiddlesmom]

Misfit Love (pt 6)

A/N here y’all go babes.. lettin ya’ll know i have some side stories about the aftermath between the three of them, little short stories if y’all be into seeing those let me know. @danobrainrot and @little-silly-fucker helpful in spiral of this story.

MINOR DNI sub/dom dynamics  

  Joby had a moment with you to tell you something that was plaguing him since the phone call.. 'He's not really what I expected. I mean yea he looks like he can kick my ass but to see him be so...soft? with you somehow made me more comfortable. I know you wouldn't let him kick my ass.' "He treats me good. And it's not that i'm not letting him, he trusts you won't do anything to cause him to kick your ass. Who says I'd stop him?" Joby could live with that, he knew this would be fun for him so he wouldn't dare do anything to jeopardize it. 'I can see he makes you happy and if you're happy that's all that matters.' "You made me happy too.." A sadness flash in his eyes as you took the last drink of your coffee as David made his way back, smile on his face. 'Ready angel?' you slid out of the booth only to drop your bag in the process both men bending down to pick it up. Joby was the first to get his hands on it, crouched down to pick up the contents that fell with it. You stepped in before David could say a word... "David help me with my coat." Joby was beneath you anyway or at least that's the way he saw it now, he wasn't your equal anymore he took that away. After getting your things from the men you brushed by them a little annoyed as if they were competing for your attention, it wasn't til you got outside you could breathe, this dream was more than you thought it would be. You were with two men who had strong personalities , you had to be firm with them. 'Is everything okay mommy?' "Yes. the two of you are a lot to take in." Joby came out shortly after. You walked in the middle with David's arm around you as Joby walk alongside. The walk was quiet yet the inside of your minds were loud with anticipation as your house came into view thankful of it only being a block away. Sighing as you unlocked the door shrugging off your coat and throwing your bag on the chair. "Ya'll play nice now." then retreating to the bedroom leaving the two men alone. Joby the first to take off his leather jacket, as David took his spot on the couch. Joby was kinda awkward at first busying himself with one of your cute trinkets on a nearby table. 'Take a seat man. You wouldn't be here without me. She told us to play nice.' Joby timid in his actions took the seat covered in your coat across from David. 'So puppy huh?' 'Yea. What about it?' 'Nothin I ain't knockin. I can see that.' 'And you like to call her mommy?' 'Yes. Isn't she sweet?' David couldn't help but brag no way in hell he was gonna let Joby give him crap about his kink. Besides tonight was to show Joby what he was missing with you anyway. While the boys were getting to know each other sorta speak you were getting ready for them. You put on the gloves that Joby first met you in and wore the perfume David loved, you had to embellish yourself with things both men admired of you. This was a night Joby wasn't going to forget for a lifetime. When you made yourself known David could see Joby's face light up.. David was the first to make a move pulling you on him as your legs went over his lap. 'You look so good mommy. Doesn't she look good puppy?' in a mocking tone as he made a show to Joby of his affections. 'Oh what's this? A collar with spikes and a tag that reads 'Trouble' is that you?' Joby wasn't sexually attracted to David but his words worked well in the embarrassment of it all. He hung his head in shame until he heard you speak to him.. "Puppy c'mere." He didn't know what he got himself into but even with David there he had to recieve your touch again one last time. He brought himself closest to you in submissive position sinking himself on his knees. "Now my sweet boy since this was your suggestion why don't we go over the rules for the night?" David started speaking to you as if Joby wasn't there as you pet him gently. 'He isn't allowed to touch you and can only kiss you if you're comfortable with that. Does that sound good to you?' "Are you comfortable with that puppy?" Joby took a deep breath letting his heaviness go.. 'Yes mistress. Anything to feel your touch.' pushing his head further into you as his gaze met yours as if David wasn't there he relished in the moment. "Are you gonna be my good boy and follow the rules?" 'Yes. Yes mistress.' You got up from your spot next to David, leaving Joby on his knees. "David would you mind getting a dining room chair for me and sitting it in the bedroom?" He hopped up quick to follow your intruction. Joby still sat on his knees like a good dog with you standing beside him, running your fingers through his hair. "I'm beginning to feel a bit under dressed.." Both men took the hint.. "Once your undressed take your place back on your kness." It was David's turn to see Joby's tattoos although David has his fair share none as dramatic as Jobys' You can see David eyeing him you didn't want him to give Joby anymore guff especially when it came to another person's body. "Don't you dare say a word Mister." 'I wasn't gonna.' Joby was tempted to stick his tongue out in a childish way towards David for you defending him. But he took his place back besides you. Faced with David in his briefs your attraction strong with him, you couldn't wait to get your hands on him. 'Does mommy want her sweet boy?' David came over his hard body against you, a look of love in each others eyes for the first time before given into a deep kiss. Joby kept his head down in regret, jealous of what you and David share. Suddenly David picked you in his arms with ease, Joby made to crawl behind you with a little whistle from your lips. "Can't leave without you puppy." He tossed you gently on the bed causing you to giggle playfully. the mood was light, playful and sweet between the three of you. You move to sit at the foot of the bed with David behind you kissing your shoulders and nuzzle into you.. "Joby you can sit the chair." Relieve the ache in his knees as the pink ,imprinted skin came into view once he sat, he was completely faced with the two of you. "Aw poor baby. Does it hurt?" 'mmhmm yes mistress.' "Good. Keep your hands on the arms of the chair." stating firm as you leaned forward with his face in your hand, slightly squishing his cheeks to kiss him roughly, with no meaning unlike the kiss you and David shared. Yet he savored it, your taste of maple syrup from the pancakes earlier. Fighting the urge to caress your cheek, this was going to be harder than he thought. But if he wanted to keep going and stay he could hold out for you. The gleam in his eyes returning as he took in your devious smile as he felt the soft pat on his cheek. You leaned back on the bed both men taking in your vulnerability and openness to them. David gazed sweetly as you smiled and closed your eyes taking in the reality of the men in your room. "I can't believe this is happening. I don't know where to start with the two of you."  David's admiration for you was ten fold, he couldn't help looking at you his heart was racing. He never experienced love before but what he felt at that moment and in your kiss he trusted in giving his heart to you. The timing felt right but he wasn't sure how you'd respond, the only thing he could do was let himself fall for you all the more. "I just needed a moment to take in the both of you. You're both sexy in your own ways it's a bit overwhelming. Now David will you help with this?" gesturing to your bra for him to remove. Your chest exposed to both men as David tossed your bra hitting Joby in the chest. "G'ahead my sweet you look like you could use something in your mouth." David made a show in putting his mouth on your nipple as Joby suffered to watch the action as your gasps and moans filled his ears, your eyes on him as your hand gripped David's shoulder. You notice the tent growing between his legs as David continued. "Baby did you get your fill?" As David pull himself off looking at your chest in his face then his doe eyes peering up at you. 'Thank you mommy, you taste so good.' Joby couldn't help thrust the bra faintly relieving his ache at the scene in front of him. He realized there wasn't a rule about asking for touch. 'Mistress?' Your attention taken from David but your touch remained on him as he kissed randomly at your body. "Yes puppy?" 'Can I please have a taste?' "Aw. Do you feel left out?" 'Yes. Please mistress.' "I guess I could reward you in some way for being a good boy." David was reluctant in letting you go to your pet as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You turned to David speaking in a sweet, firm tone. "Now baby you said we were sharing me. Don't be selfish he can have a little taste, it's part of showing him what he's missing. Is it Sweet Boy? You know you're my man."He nodded his head. "Tell me.." 'I know I'm your man.' kissing him before making your way to Joby. You placed your knee in between Joby's spread legs just not close enough as you grabbed the back of the chair for leverage, your breast displayed right in front of him. "Go ahead puppy, take what you need. But no hands." Joby placed the nipple that David neglected in his mouth, closing his eyes at the satisfaction of affection. You look over your shoulder to David.."Baby there's some purple ribbon in the drawer, will you get it for me please?" He was happy to oblige as it took him away from watching the other man give you attention. You held out your hand so he could place the ribbon in it. "So helpful." His curiosity kept his eyes on you..You began to wrap the ribbon around the arm of the chair and tying pretty bows around Joby's wrists. Joby grunted at the feel as he continued his messy affair on your chest. "It's not that I don't trust you not to touch me, I just thought you look better tied. Like old times." You pulled his hair to look at you, greeted by pink flushed lips. "Look at you, so pretty when you're desperate." Moving out of his view so he could see himself in the dresser mirror. Joby had no idea how much he would thoroughly love seeing himself in a state. Both men had their eyes on you eager of your every move of sensuality so you thought why not make the most of it? "Baby press play on the CD player please." A guitar riff began to play... All the familiar to Joby as you swayed your hips, making your way back to him and slid your body down against him. "Do you remember that night you were in the bar and put on a little show? I was there and you didn't even know it." Crawling to David on the bed sure to make a show of your ass for Joby as David was pushed against the pillows, as the lyrics sang ' I just want to get to close to you, taste your love so sweet I just want to make love to you, feel your body heat.' David look proudly to you, he was completely enamored at the sight of you on top of him. God he wanted to confess his love...You deserve something special.

As the song played the urge to take control overcame him, he grabbed you and turn the two of you over so he was on top this time and he kissed with all he had, rutting himself against you. The two of you were completely lost in each other in the moment as you clawed his back, pulling him closer. Seeming to forget you had an audience but this is what the night was all about.. Joby watch the scene unfold regret full in his heart. That could've been him if he just ignored his anxieties and doubt that plagued his mind, you deserved love and he couldn't give it to you. He was right David was different from him, David had no doubts of his love for you and displayed it proudly the way you deserve. His memory going back to earlier when he first saw you together, he was completely into you. Joby hadn't realize he was staring until you brought him back as David disappeared to the bathroom.. your hand cupping his cheek, a look of worry amongst your face. "Are you okay puppy? Is this becoming too much for you?" After all this you still showed concern for him.. 'Yes I'm okay. Just seeing what I missed right?' "We can stop anytime you want baby. Remember our safe word?" 'Yes. Pillow.' "I'll never forget how cute it is to hear you say it." Although Joby never been in love he saw how David looked at you with admiration and love. You put your legs on the side of his waist under the arms of the chair. Held him close as one last caress while you lean in with a whisper. "Can I use you one more time? Would you like that?" Joby nodded his head, still with a sad desperate look on his face. With no penetration you began to roll your hips as best you could against his erection, it felt good to recieve something from you. "I'm going to miss you puppy. All I want is an apology for you hurting me, it was cruel and heartless. Apologize for once in your life." He liked you held him accountable, if apologizing made things right with you he would do it. But you were'nt going to forgive him by no means. He was getting so close... 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I hurt you! You didn't deserve it! You were so good to me, good mistress to me! I'm sorry!' Out of breath and a mess his underwear, shame burning his face..

 David could hear Joby's desperate words and came in just as you got off of him so he took his place in leaning against the doorway to watch the interaction as you caress Joby's cheek. "Thank you for the apology but I'll never forgive you. A pity, you were such a good submissive for me." You untied the ribbon amongst his wrists leaving him to rub the pink imprints around them. David fully entered the room, in a state of relaxation on the bed. Joby endured his punishment now it was time for him to leave but he had questions he didn't want you out of his life, he couldn't do it. He left the room for a moment to get dressed, being made to leave in his soiled underwear on as a reminder of the night. David had you back in his arms where you belong. The night still young for the two of you to share. 'Do you want him to come around for nights like this again?' "In what way? Like a play thing?" Kissing you in any places he could.. 'mmhmm. But no sex that's for you and me.' "As it should be. mmm" kissing his lips.. "You're my man, so sexy and that's the only use he's good for anyway. Let's see what he thinks." Joby finished his dressing himself until he heard your call. "Can you come back in here puppy?" He found the two of you in embrace back in your lovers arms, as you rubbed a spot for him to take a seat on the bed. David spoke to him for the first time since he gave the rules. 'We have another propisition for you, go ahead mommy. Better he hears it from you.' "We were talking...I want to ask if it's not too much for you emotionally and you can say no of coarse." 'What is it?' "Well I was wondering if you'd like to have nights like this again or spend time with me during the day to be a puppy in subspace?" 'Really? After what I put you through?' "It may have been easy for you to let go but it wasn't for me." 'It wasn't easy..What about you David?' 'What about me? I'm where I'm meant to be with my mommy.' "You can leave anytime, when you want to get into a relationship or want to stop. We can just play and you can have your safe space, are you okay with that?" 'I think I'd like to be your puppy during the day, I'm more comfortable with that. Are there any rules?' It was David's turn to speak again.. 'Yea no sex, as far as you can go is being in your underwear around her.' David had you on him with your legs on the side of his waist, kissing your shoulder as you spoke. "You best get home and clean yourself up. Whenever you want to be puppy text me okay?" 'Yes mistress.' you tapped your cheek for him to kiss goodbye. Hearing the door close in a relief to finally be alone together, David smiled at you, the urge to say those three words present but never coming out. He instead turned you over so he was on top again, anticipation breaking through to have you to himself again.

 If this is what Joby could take , it was what he was going to get. He walked back to his car, happy of the future and being able to have his safe space. He hoped it would give him the confidence to pursue a partner who would let him be their submissive. He was your puppy again, your good boy and that's all he wanted to be. He knew nobody would compare to you. You would always be special to him.

 David excited to get his underwear off , gladly remove the collar and strip you of your panties. Both of you exposed to each other, he slid his erection on you as his whole body became a weight against you. The heat of his cock and your wet slick made it all the more erotic. "Make love to me David, please." He peered up at you with love in his eyes, his wait over in hearing you say those words. 'If that's what you want baby. Anything for you.' He kissed your lips, down to your neck, sure to keep himself close to you. His hand on your hip as you spread yourself wider for him. 'You ready for me baby?' "Yes, I've been wanting to feel you all night." He sat up on his elbows so he could capture your face as he entered inside you. With a gasps and slight hum you pulled him close to you again as you got used to the feel of him. 'You good?' "Mhmm you still take some getting used to." He started slow, pulling in and out moans leaving your lips with every stoke. David held your wrists above your head in his hands as he began a steady pace into you, sounds of the scene filled the room. You hips rolling upward to meets his to add to the feel of each other, you felt yourself getting close for the first time tonight. "I'm so close David." Releasing your hands to clutch onto him as he aid in your orgasm, you grabbed his ass holding him deep inside you as he came from the overwhelming feel of your warmth and the eroticsm of your action. His sensitivity heightened as you grinded yourself against him with what little space you had, milking him for every drop. He kissed you once more before pulling himself out and laying beside you, the sheet covering his waist as he held your midsection. Both of you facing each other, basking in afterglow  the presence of words unsaid were clear. He wanted to make his first time saying it over dinner at a nice restaurant but the moment presented itself now prevalent in your intimidating request. "What are you thinking about?" your voice gentle, above a whisper as you ran a finger down the length of his nose, softly caressing his cheek. He made his move in grabbing your hand to kiss your palm before answering your question. 'I've been thinking about this a lot. When I would fantasize about us meeting and the possibility of what we would become.' his mind screaming at him to just fucking say it... 'You're everything I could've imagined I was thinking about how I love you.' You sudden movement nearly frightened him as you set up to look at him.. "What did you say? I want to make sure I heard you right." 'I love you' He said it again as you two met lips the words revolve in your minds as they set in your hearts. "I love you too David. God I love you." Passionate kisses came through as the two lovers embrace of each other with the new revelation out in the open. You now laid on top of your David as he rubbed your back, exhaustion had taken hold of the both of you. He kissed your head now and again as you dozed off in the comfort of his strong arms. You spoke in your sleepy state in the darkness of the room.. "David I know I keep saying this but I'm glad I wrote to you.." David softly smiled rolling over to wrap himself around you as the two of fell into a peaceful rest of love, trust and a new commitment.

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Would you be down to write an Escape at Dannemora inmate sweat fic? I feel like it would be so hot to have jail Paul fuck a guard on a night shift or something 🙊. He acts so hard it’s definitely has me feeling some type of way!

Quiet

David Sweat x GN!AFAB!reader

Word count: 1.5 K

Summery: Reader wakes David late at night for a little help at the sewing room

Tags/warnings: NSFW!! Finger sucking

A/N: first time writing smut imma curl into a ball and hide away

It had been a very quiet night.

David Sweat was sitting on his bed, trying to draw an unsuccessful self portrait, when soft footsteps made him freeze in place. It wasn't that he was scared per say, but he couldn't deny the cold sweat damping his forehead.

He slides the canvas and his pencil under the bed with skillful speed and lays down, trying to soften his light panting.

"I know you're awake inmate Sweat." A whispery voice taunts at him. 

David can feel his slight annoyance at the know it all voice.

"I've got something to show you." the voice is tempting. David sighs and rolls around to look at the figure standing on the other side of the metal bars. He's trying his best to keep his temper down but something about this.. Surprisingly beautiful guard? screams danger.

Your fingers play with the keys in almost humorous manner. David shifts his body into a sitting position again. Your face lighten with a satisfied smile, and you put the keys in the cell's door, turning them around slowly as to not make a sound.

The door opens slowly, and you move out of the way, signaling him with you hand yo get up and follow you. He doesn't know why, but he does.

You guys walk silently, without exchanging any words, until you get to ta place he knows very well - the sewing room.

You walk around the sewing machines, and David follows you, his hand caresses them gently, it looks like being here gives him confidence, and his back straightens, his steps become heavier.

You stop in front of a big closet and turn around to face him, he doesn't stop in time and bumps into you.

"Woah, easy there" you chuckle.

"Sorry" he mutters, but he isn't really.

"Well," you squirm back. "I was informed that you're the best of the best in sewing here." A cocky smile stretches his lips. "And I was hoping you could help me with a special little project I'm working on" You finish.

"Hmm.. Let's see it" he gestures to the door, and you open it. Kneeling down, you take out a carton box full of cut out fabrics. You then look up at him. "I've been trying to make some bunny plushies for my little niece" you explain. David raises an eyebrow. "Bunny plushies?" His tone is almost mocking.

"Well, yes." You're slightly annoyed at his cockiness. "And as the best here, I was hoping you'd help me, but if you don't feel like it I can just put you back in your cell" you puff. 

"Hey, relax" he hand out his hand, suggesting his help; you take it, and he pulls you close.

you suddenly feel very small.

"I was just wondering what I get out of this." His hand hasn't left yours. In fact, his hold is firm, almost uncomfortably so, but instead of being scared, you feel a certain warmness forming in your stomach.

"Well.." Your voice breaks. "Ughm, well, what would you like?"

He doesn't answer immediately, instead, his pulls you in even closer.

"Can I ask for anything I want?"

"We'll see."

You try to back away, but even he notices it is an embarrassingly lazy attempt.

He chuckles, and you notice how white his teeth are, it makes a certain pulse go through your stomach and travel down to your panties. You swallow thickly. His eyes pierce you, a faint trace of a smile rests on his lips as his eyes travel all across your body, almost hungry looking. They then return to your eyes, and he looks directly at you when he says "I want to get to know you better."

"And just how are we going to do that?" You question.

"Well," David's hand leaves yours and slides up your thigh, making you gasp. "I think you have a slight idea." You swallow again, and lean against the table in the closet. David pushes you backwards, so now you're sitting on the table. Your legs open by themselves, and David takes on the invitation to get closer to you. He's just a bit taller than you, but with you sitting you seem much shorter than you are.

David leans down, and you feel his breath on your skin; it surprisingly smells minty, and you feel another tingle in your clit, which makes you shift your eyes down shamefully.

Then you feel a warm hand under your chin, and David lifts your head up so your eyes lock up again. He leans in even closer and thumb traces your lips - which part automatically. He smirks and shoves his thumb in slightly and a quiet moan escapes your lips, and makes you go beet red, which seems to only make him cockier. He pushes himself against you, and the brush of his surprisingly hard cock against your clit, even through your pants, brings a slight relief to your ache; you take in on the offer and grind against him, now getting used to hearing your whimpers bounce around the closet. David shoves his thumb deeper and it makes you gag, but he doesn't seem to mind, he's too busy focusing on how good your cunt feels against him. He leans down and bites your ear, before whispering to it softly "you better stay quiet" before backing away. A disappointed whimper leaves your lips, only to be cut away by a strong hand groping your cunt. You then hear another chuckle. "You're so wet already" he whispers against your ear, and you shamefully realize your slick has already wet your pants.

"Sorry" you murmur, having a hard time speaking with his thumb still pushing on your tongue. 

"No need to apologize," he scoffs, "I like it."

And with that you melt into his hand, grinding your pulsing clit against him eagerly and making stifled sounds. His hand wettens with your slick until the movements are sloppy and fast, you squirm under him and your breaths become short and stuttered. "I think I'm gonna-"

He backs away again, and you look at him, confused. "Why'd you stop?"

"You think you're the only one allowed to have fun?" He asks half seriously.

"Oh."

His wet hand leaves his belt shiny as he unbuckles it. His hand disappears inside his pants, and he storkes himself a few times before taking his cock out, and you gasp at the size of it. It's not too big, but it's definitely not too small. He shifts himself closer to you again, and his now free cock brushes against you. His hard form is even better feeling against you and a loud moan breaks from you.

"Please David" you breathe out, and he doesn't need anymore encouragement.

A firm hand slides down your pants, then your panties, and an experienced thumb brushes gently at your clit. 

"Fuck-" you practically scream at the touch."more. More!" You beg, but his hand leaves you needy and wanting more, as it goes back to stroking himself. He then guides himself and lands at your entrance, only to tease it, pushing in slightly, then coming back out, sending electricity all through your body. Finally you've had enough, and you push down at it, moaning satisfyingly as he hits a good spot. The feeling of your walls against him changes something in his actions - they become sloppy and almost compulsive, as he groans and holds you down by your chest, pushing even deeper. His hand travels upwards as he starts fucking into you, and lands on your neck, holding it to balance himself. Two fingers lay on your chin, touching your bottom lip, and your pink tongue greets them, as if to ask - "can I taste you?"

He agrees to the silent question immediately and shoves them in again, moaning as your wet tongue explores them, and you can feel him twitch inside you; and you wonder if he's already so close to cumming.

Your thoughts are cut with the feeling of his strong thumb rubbing you again. 

"God- David-" you bite down at his fingers.

"Shhh" He hushes you aggressively, a slight trace of pain on his face. As you look up, you explore them. His high cheekbones are colored red and are shiny with sweat, even his buzzed hair his all shiny.

Him quickening his movements brings you back to the feeling in the lower part of your body, and his thumb matches his pace, sending pulses of pleasure through your body.

He doesn't stop this time, and you're surprised to hear a high pitched whimper slipping out of his mouth, and he shivers.

You try to, but you can't help but smirk at how desperate he got so fast; but then again, the throbbing in your core argues in his defense.

Suddenly his movements stop, and he's panting, trying to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry, if you want me to last longer I need to-"

You're having none of that, and you push down into him, taking control as you fuck yourself into him again and again. 

"Please, I'm serious if you keep doing that- fuck!" And you feel a familiar hoteness filling you as he twitches and shivers and rutts into you. 

The hotness against the right spot pushes you over the edge, and a hushed scream echoes in the closet.

"Hello?" A muffled voice outside the closet cuts your orgasm, and as your wide eyes meet David's, both your hearts sink as you come to the same realization. Oh no.