#proud member of the Dave York pit

[xdaddysprincessxx]

The Cabin in the Woods

Dave York x f!reader

Dark fic/dead dove, kidnapping, Dave is mean, dub/noncon, piv (wrap your Willy kids!) light dick sucking, dick biting, no description of reader other than having a vagina and grabbable hair, cream pie, scary dark basements, uhh probs some other things I’m forgetting but bottom line: this is dark. Dave is not a nice guy. Enjoy!

Summary: it’s been a few days since your world was turned upside down. Running on pure adrenaline, you plan on getting loose and running as far away as you can but can you outrun your kidnapper? Do you even want too?

A/n : yeaaa this is my first fic(?) idk I wrote this on my phone, purely horny brain rot for my suburban murder daddy. Not edited or beta’d. The more I look at this the more I hate it and feel like it doesn’t read well but in the words of the loml @toxicanonymity fuck it we ball

Your daily life has always been mundane. Predictable. Comfortable. You work, go home to a studio apartment just a few blocks from your office, every other day you order takeout, you try to workout and go out on the weekend but your couch and netflix stay calling your name. It’s the middle of September where it’s chilly in the morning but by the afternoon your sweating bullets so you decided to try and look cute by wearing your favorite black tshirt dress. Work is the same as always except you’ve recently been working on a new case, a murder/suicide. There’s something weird about this case though. A husband shoots his wife at the kitchen table before turning the gun on himself. No apparent marital problems beforehand, no affairs, no real motive behind why he would do it. And then there’s the blood splatter. It just doesn’t add up. There’s something strange about this case you just can’t place your finger on it.

It’s already half past 7 at night, you got lost in your work yet again and lost track of time. The office is empty and mostly dark. You can’t help but get the creeps as you leave your office and start walking towards the elevator. Not even half way down the hallway when you swear you hear a loud thud making you jump out of your skin as you turn around trying to figure out where the noise came from. With your heart in your throat, you pick up speed, walking towards the elevator. Just as your rounding the corner you run straight into a solid chest belonging to a very handsome man you’ve never seen before.

“Oh I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there.” You stammer out as the handsome man just chuckles

“You outta be more careful sweetheart. Not good for your health to run into bad men.” the man said with a smirk

That’s a weird statement. Not good for my health? Bad men?? Your mind starts running wild as the handsome man snakes his arm around your back and before you can even react his other hand is coming up to your face, pressing a soaked cloth to your nose and mouth

“ Sorry sweetheart, it’s nothing personal.” is the last thing you hear before everything goes black.

You’ve always had weird dreams all your life. Even had some dreams that later came to fruition in real life. But this has to be the weirdest dream you’ve ever had. You dream of these beautiful brown eyes. Of a rough, deep voice. You can feel his hot breath on your neck while he whispers in your ear.

“ I need you to be a good girl for me sweetheart. This is for your own good.” As much as his voice alone has you turned on, you can’t help but have this nagging gut feeling that something is deeply wrong. You’re scared but can’t remember why. Suddenly everything around you melts away and your in a room you’ve never seen before. Blood red walls, a beautiful matte black four poster bed in the middle of the room. However you notice there’s no windows. That’s when you feel a hand on the back of your neck, guiding you towards the bed.

“Now I need you to do what I say sweetheart. It’s for your own good. Don’t fight me or try to run or else you won’t like the consequences.” the brown eyed man said in a low, rough voice. As soon as he said that, you suddenly find yourself at the bed. With his hand still on the back of your neck, guiding you, you climb up on the bed on all fours when he removes his hand. You don’t know why you feel the need to lay on your back with your hands above your head but that’s exactly what you do. That’s when you finally see the man standing above you as he tied your wrists together to the bed post. Just as he finishes tying you up, everything starts melting away into pitch black darkness.

The first thing you notice when you wake up is the light. It’s not super bright but bright enough when it feels like you’ve been stuck in a coma for a month. Your definitely in a bedroom, very simple. Just a regular full sized bed in the middle of the room. A small dresser to the right of it and a chair in the far right corner facing the bed and a man sitting in it. That’s when you realize your laying on your back with your hands above your head and that your wrists are tied together to a bed post above your head. Holy fuck do your shoulders hurt.

“Well good morning sleeping beauty. Or I guess good evening.” Dave says as he chuckles at his little joke.

The man! The mystery man you ran into before falling into this deep sleep. Wait no it wasn’t sleep. It’s all coming back to you now. He put a wet cloth over your nose and mouth. He used chloroform on you!

“Now that your awake, I’m going to need you to cooperate. This is for your own good sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you but you are playing a very dangerous game.”

“What? I don’t know what your talking about. I’m not playing anything! I swear! You must have me mistaken for someone else! Please! Let me go, I swear I won’t tell anyone about this just let me live please!” You try to beg as you find your voice again after being asleep for god knows how long.

“Aht see that’s where your wrong. You were working on the Bernstein case correct?”

Confused, you nod your head as best you can. What does work have to do with this?

“See here’s the thing sweetheart, my team and I, we’re bad men. We do bad things for money. And you, princess, were dangerously close to solving the mystery which would be very bad for my men and I.”

You lay there with a confused look on your face as the puzzle pieces begin to fit in your brain and suddenly you’re able to put 2 and 2 together. You knew there was something off about the case but you had no idea he had any involvement or who he even was.

“ I - I’ll stop working on the case! I’ll tamper with the evidence, throw them off your track! Please! I’m sorry! I won’t tell! I’ll do whatever you want!”

“I really do enjoy hearing you beg sweetheart.” Dave shakes his head and chuckles darkly. “But begging isn’t good enough. Not when it comes to this.”

As your mind starts racing a mile a minute, you subconsciously start to press your thighs together for a little crumb of friction. The dream you had about this mystery man had you turned on and now that your awake, seeing his face and hearing his voice more isn’t helping your little predicament. While your lost in your head you don’t realize he’s been watching you like a hawk and has noticed every little movement you’ve made.

The man moves closer to the bed your on when you snap out of your thoughts. “What are you thinking about pretty girl?” he asked as he sits down next to your body. You look up at him with wide eyes

“ I - uh nothing.” You manage to stammer out, knowing damn well he can see right through you. “ uh huh. Is that right? So you rubbing your thighs, squirming like that, that’s nothing?”

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. It’s like he can read your mind! You’ve literally been kidnapped and tied up but yet instead of trying to get out your brain is stuck on dick. Your own pussy has betrayed you! You can’t help but notice this dark look come over his face. A hungry look in his eyes. And you can’t help but press your thighs together even more, causing your squirming to increase.

The mystery man lays a massive hand on top of your thigh making you hyper aware of the fact your in a dress. He starts rubbing his hand up and down your thigh, sending chills down your spine. It’s been god knows how long since you’ve last been laid. And the first man to touch you in so long just happens to be your kidnapper?? The universe is playing a cruel joke on you.

Your breath hitches as his hand makes it’s way up your thigh. You can’t help but notice how large and veiny his hand is. How warm . .

He breathlessly says your name. “Look at you. You’re a filthy little thing. I’m a bad, bad man who could do anything he wants while your completely helpless. And all you can think about is how bad you want me right here.” The mystery man says right as his hand stops at the apex between your thighs.

Dave tsks, “Now what am I going to find when I lift this pretty little dress up? Huh? Soaked panties? A wet little cunt who wants to be used?” He says in the most condescending voice as he slowly lifts your dress up.

Embarrassed at the fact that he’s right. Your panties are soaked. You can clearly see the wet spot on your white cotton panties you had on. “ I- I uh I don’t d-don’t k-know-ow” you barely even stammer out, words completely lost to you.

“You y-you d-don’t know-ow?” He mimics your stuttering words, “oh princess I think you do know. I think you know just how bad you want me to touch you right now. How bad you want me to use my fingers, my cock to make this wet little cunt feel good. I thought you were gonna be my good girl? Good girls are honest and beg the bad men to fuck their cunts.”

You swear you damn near cum just from his words alone. “ I- I uh I . . “ you still can’t even get words out. As you try your hardest to find words, the mystery man oh so slowly takes his forefinger and runs it up and down your clothed pussy. Making you throb even more just from the light touch.

“ I- I want you to fuck me. Please.” You say as you look down, unable to look this man in the eye. You can’t believe you even said that. You don’t know who this man is, don’t know his name, you’re still tied up to a bed somewhere you don’t even know. What is wrong with you?

“There’s my good girl.” He practically croons as he starts to slowly pull your panties down.

He grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him, “Now listen to me and listen carefully. The better you are for me and do what I say, the better all of this is going to be for you.”

“ Yes sir.” You said. On the inside, however, you’re speechless. What is even happening right now? Who gets off on being kidnapped and wants to fuck their captor?? Nothing in life has ever prepared you for this or even made you think a situation like this would ever even occur.

The mystery man’s hand leaves your face and goes to his belt and begins unbuckling his pants. All you can do is sit there, arms above your head, neck at a weird half up position and stare as he pulls his thick cock out. Your eyes widen as you see what exactly he had hidden in his pants. That is easily the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. It’s a good 7 inches if not more. Girthy as hell, a huge prominent vein. The head is a tanned pink and slows changes to a darker tan shade down the shaft. You can barely make out dark curls around the base but for the most part you can tell this man keeps it nice and trimmed down there. You had no idea he was gonna pull out a damn horse cock. And why is it making your mouth water?

The mystery man spits in his hand as he goes to stroke himself while his other hand goes back up to your pussy and slowly starts to circle your clit. Everything about this is so wrong but he feels so good.

Unable to stop yourself, you moan out loud, “Please” you croak out. Not sure what your asking for, just knowing you want more.

All he does is chuckle at your request. But nonetheless his forefinger makes it way down to your opening and dips inside. Just barely entering your wet heat and it has you on the verge of tears. After a couple of teases, Dave inserts his middle and ring finger into your pussy.

Oh the relief! Your whole body heats up from how good his fingers feel moving in and out of you. Maybe there is a god. Maybe this big, bad man is merciful.

After thrusting his fingers inside your sweet little heaven, Dave moves his hand away from your pussy and goes to stand up next to the bed, causing his dick to be right in your face.

“ You want a taste pretty girl? Go ahead stick your tongue out baby”

You do what he says quickly. It’s almost comical how fast you stuck your tongue and boy did he notice. Your starting to believe nothing gets by him. Except one thing. Your restraints. They’re tight but not tight enough. All you had to do was wiggle them just so and you’ve managed to loosen them up even more.

Dave takes his cock in hand and sits the head on your tongue. He gives it a little thrust while you do your best to swirl your tongue around the tip. Dropping your jaw wide open, he takes that as you want more and thrusts his cock half way in. The sudden intrusion caused you to gag around his cock, sending spit and drool down your chin.

He keeps thrusting into your mouth despite your gagging. It seems to only be turning him on even more seeing your teary eyes look up at him.

“Fuck princess. Your sweet little mouth feels like heaven.” Dave moans out as his eyes roll back.

That’s when you decide to take control of the situation. With your hands loose, you yank down, freeing yourself and bite down hard. A metallic taste floods into your mouth and you know you’ve drawn blood.

Dave’s enjoyment is cut abruptly when you bite his dick. He falls backward trying to get his dick out of your mouth and slips on his pants. You jump up off the bed and manage to get past him while he’s on the floor cussing, trying to nurse his injured cock.

You bolt out the bedroom door to reveal an open floor space. You quickly realize your now in the living room and make a dash towards what you think is the front door. After a few seconds of desperately trying to unlock it, you finally get it and bust out the front door onto the porch and down the stairs. From the looks of it, you’d say it’s probably about 6 or 7 o’clock in the evening. The suns going down, you might have another hour of light left. But you don’t care. You run full speed into the woods in front of you. All you know is the mystery man took you, brought you to a cabin in the middle of the woods, night is approaching and you’ve just escaped his clutches.

After running what felt like hours in no particular direction, you start to feel yourself tripping over sticks and leaves. You immediately start to fall to the side when you crash into a tree shoulder first. As you steady yourself and try your best to take deep breaths while also catching your breath is when you hear him.

“Sweetheart come on out. You and I both know you don’t know where you are but I do. I know these woods like the back of my hand.” he shouted out. The mystery man sounds close. You start to move as fast as you can without making a sound, practically holding your breath so you don’t get caught. You’ve managed a fast half walk half run from tree to tree, frantically moving your head all around to make sure you don’t see him coming towards you. As your hiding behind a rather large tree you decide to take a quick second and look from behind it to see if you can see him or not. When suddenly you hear a twig snap right behind you and that’s when you feel a large hand yank you by your hair, pulling you backwards into the mystery man himself.

Wrapping his other arm around you tight, with a death grip on your hair, he leans down by your ear and whispers “Gotcha.”

“You little fucking bitch. You bit my dick. I was being nice and showing you some mercy because you were being such a little slut and you bit. My. Dick. Now your gonna see the monster that I really am.” Dave growled in your ear.

With that he keeps a tight hold you as he shoves you down on the ground, belly first. His body following yours, Dave puts his full weight on top of you. With his hand still grabbing your hair, he pushes your face into the dirt and manages to lift your dress with his other hand.

“If you try anything else I swear to god I’ll make this even worse for you.” He spat on the side of your face as he pulls himself out of his pants. He quickly spits into his hand, lubing his cock up and thrusts into your still wet pussy. Fucking hell his cock splits you open. You have no time to get used to his cock inside of you before he’s thrusting like a mad man. You swear you can feel him in your stomach. Thank god for his ministrations from earlier because there is no way in hell you could’ve taken all of him without it.

“Such a fucking dirty little slut. I can feel this cunt squeeze my cock sweetheart. Don’t try and lie to me. You fucking love this.” Dave growls at you while his massive cock pounds your poor pussy. And he’s right. You do love this. The way his cock is splitting you open. The delicious way he’s forcing your pussy to take every inch. Even his body weight on top of you is making you gush around him. Both of you grunting, you from trying to get away and him from pounding the life out of your pussy.

“Ngh that’s right take this fucking cock slut. Take every fucking inch. Hnnn fuck yes. Fuck. Look at you, already cockdumb. Can’t fucking say a word, just taking it like the filthy little whore you are.” Dave grunts out as he continues to mercilessly fuck your pussy.

His words alone have you creaming. You can’t help but moan. No point in trying to hide it. You know he can feel it. You’re so wet and creamy now from his unrelenting cock. You’re so close, if only he would just touch your clit or you could move your leg just right and get a little friction where you desperately need it. You swear you feel him speed up and after a few more thrusts, you feel him pulse deep inside you.

“Fuck sweetheart. That’s it. Take my fucking load deep in that sweet pussy.” he says panting in your ear. After a few more seconds of him panting in your face, he sits up on his knees, still pinning you to the ground. He puts himself up, stands and yanks you by your hair once again to make you get up.

As he turns you to face him, you realize what a mess he made of you. Tear streaked face, dirt and leaves stuck all over your body and in your hair. Cum trickling down your thighs. The bastard looks you up and down and just smirks.

The walk back to the cabin was quiet. You knew you were fucked. Literally. As soon as the two of you re entered the cabin, he took a left turn instead of going towards the back where the bedroom was. Soon you approached a door with a chain lock. You knew deep in your soul you weren’t making it out of here alive. After unlocking the door, he opened it to reveal a set of stairs going down to what you assumed must be the basement.

Dave tightens his grip on your hair as he guides you down the stairs in front of him. Once you both reach the bottom, he turns you to the right and all you can see is a damp, dark basement. Two little basement windows are the only light source to help you see where you are. Cement walls, some boxes stacked on the far right wall, what looks to be a washer and dryer just a few steps in front of you. He flicks a light switch on, flooding the room with light, causing you to blink real hard because of the sudden harsh light blinding you. Dave continues to be silent as he walks you over to the other side of the boxes to reveal a set of cuffs attached to chains stuck in the cement wall. He lets go of your hair only to shove you down on the ground and put a cuff on each ankle. Wordlessly he chains you up and turns back around to go back upstairs.

“Wait!! Wait! Please don’t leave me down here! I’ll be good I promise!! I’m sorry for earlier! I won’t do it again! Please!!” You begged. You pleaded to him to not leave you only for him to stop and turn to look at you

“It’s too late for that sweetheart. Begging will get you nothing. Your lucky I’m putting you down here when I should take you out back and put a bullet between your pretty eyes.” And with that he turns the light back off and stomps up the stairs, leaving you all the alone.

- I hope y’all enjoy this! My first fic ever! So I’m super nervous lol I do hope it’s good and reads well, the perfectionist in me is saying it’s horrible and delete, delete, delete but I’m not. Im posting it lol but yea if y’all like it I could definitely do a part 2(:

Tagging a few of ya that encouraged me to write this and a few I think would enjoy(:

@toxicanonymity @lumoverheaven @bonezone44 @neverwheremoonchild @wannab-urs @multiversed-daydreamer

#Dave York #proud member of the dave york pit #pedro pascal #dave york x reader #dave york x female reader #the equalizer #dave York smut #dark fic #dead dove 🕊️ #my first fic #david york #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe

[ohpedromypedro]

Can y’all tell the Dave York pit is actively swallowing me up today? 😏

No shame.

#proud member of the dave york pit #i dont have at the beginning of my bio for no reason #he DOES things #so i am beyond blessed for this anon 😩💕 #dave york #dave york pit #the equalizer 2 #pedro pascal

[artemiseamoon]

My WIPS yelling at me because I’ve apparently signed a contact with the devil (Dave York) and am again, writing something for him.

What has he done to me yall? I guess he owns my ass now. I had no idea my hubby and main squeeze (Ezra) would be interrupted like this.

Don’t worry, Ezra is still my number one (forever boo) but I’m clearly a Dave York whore now too. The fire is hot 🔥🔥🔥🔥

#dave york pit #proud member #its hot in here

[zeldasayer]

Your blog being flagged is divine punishment for writing a fic about Dave York fucking his children’s nanny (jk I’m a proud member of the pit 😘)

NO YOURE ABSOLUTELY FUCKING RIGHT ITS TIME I DELETE THAT SHAT

[halo-of-honey]

Concrete Jungle

Daveed Diggs x Original Fem. Character

Synopsis: Emerson O'Connor has always dreamed of playing in a Broadway pit orchestra. After fleeing Boston to move back home to New York, she is approached by Lin and her whole world changes. But moving to a new city to get away from her past may not be as simple as she originally hoped.

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Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20

Chapter Two: Living Arrangements

That Sunday morning, I put on a nice outfit -- a navy blue floral dress, mustard yellow cardigan, and knee high brown riding boots -- and made my way to the train station early. I used my commuter pass to catch the express train to Grand Central Station. While I sat on the train, I watched out the window with a new perspective. I was 26 years old and finally... finally fulfilling my dreams. I thought after I moved back to New York from Boston because everything there fell apart that I was stepping backwards. But it seemed it was quite the opposite.

I loved taking the train. It was one of my favorite things. Especially into New York, since I hadn’t ever gotten to do it that often when I was a teenager. All my friends would go down to the city in groups to see concerts or just be tourists. But my mom never let me go. So when I did, it was a treat. I was fascinated by Harlem. All the street art and basketball courts. It was a completely different world that had only ever been a few hours away. Then the train would plunge into darkness. As my eyes adjusted, I could make out the subway tunnels as we trundled by.

I followed the crowd of people exiting the train about two hours from curtain. I breathed in the stale stench of the underground and train exhaust. I loved it. It meant I was back. It meant I was here. Where I belonged. I made my way up to the street and decided what I wanted to do. Lin asked me to come by the theater an hour before curtain, which meant with travel time I had about thirty minutes to do whatever I wanted. I decided to catch an Uber to the Nintendo store and kill time playing some games on their massive TV.

When it was time to walk over to the theater, I was feeling really good. I tried to ignore the slight sense of creeping anxiety as I pushed my way across Times Square. I never liked big crowds, but I knew I’d have to get used to it eventually. When I got to the Richard Rogers, there was already a long line of people waiting outside. All eyes were on me as I went up to the entrance doors and knocked to get the attention of a young woman standing a little ways inside. She came over to the door and cracked it open a little.

“Hi, I’m Emerson O’Connor. I’m here to see Lin.” I said as quietly as I could. The girls at the front of the queue were focused intently on me and I didn’t want to make it seem like if they just went up and knocked they could get in.

“Oh! Yes, yes. Come in quickly.” the girl said, pulling me inside.

She shut the door firmly behind us and then headed over to the ticket counter, “Hey, Candice, can you page Lin? That girl is here to see him.”

I waited in the lobby for a little while before Lin burst through a side door in jeans and a grey hoodie, “Em! My bestie! You made it!” he said cheerily, coming over to hug me.

“Yeah, of course.” I said.

“Come! Come! Everyone is so excited to meet you!”

“Everyone?” I asked nervously.

“Oh yeah! Come mami !”

I followed him back through the side door into a long hallway. At the end it turned a corner and I could suddenly hear voices and singing. I trailed behind him and he turned suddenly into the first room. I was immediately greeted by a room full of voices. It was a mix of words and it took me a moment to get them all sorted out. When I did, I realized I was standing in front of the majority of the cast and crew.

“Em! Meet Alex!” Lin said, tugging gently on my arm to steer me towards a tall man with curly hair and dark neatly trimmed beard.

“Emerson! Yes! It’s so great to finally meet you!” Alex said, holding out a hand for me to shake.

I took it and shook firmly, “Yes, you too.”

“I was watching some of your YouTube videos. You’re ability with the cello is very impressive. Were you also playing some other instruments on those tracks? Or were they synthesized?” he asked.

“Yes, actually...” I started. “I started on violin when I was little. I also play bass, a little ukulele, and piano. Though I can’t say I’m very good.”

“Awesome! Very cool. Well, I am so excited to get you started. I can give you a copy of the score a little later, so you can get to work.”

“Great, yeah. I’d really like to get a headstart.”

“Of course! I’ll get it to you before you head back home tonight.”

“Okay, so now everyone!” Lin said, satisfied I had met Alex. “Everyone! Meet Emerson! Our new cellist!” he announced.

I turned my focus back to the rest of the room where all eyes were on me, “Hello, everyone!”

‘Everyone’ waved and then a few people scattered. Clearly Lin had made as many people as he could come to greet me whether they had other things to do or not. A few people came over to introduce themselves including some of the ensemble members and the pit bassist. Lin insisted I meet some of the main cast members and dragged me over to where they were all convened on the couch together. I stood there feeling slightly flustered as Lin gave me all their names at once.

“You have such a pretty name, where does it come from?” an Asian woman named Pippa asked me, her smile glittering and beautiful.

“Oh, well my parents both really loved Emerson, Lake, and Palmer. But it also derives from Emer, who was the wife of this wicked cool Celtic warrior.”

“Wow! That’s so cool!” she said.

The lights in the room flashed and I checked my watch, 45 minutes to curtain. The room started emptying, people excusing themselves to head to their dressing rooms to get ready for the show. Lin decided this would be a good time for me to see the pit before he had to leave me himself. So he pointed me in the right direction, told me to come find him in his dressing room after the show, before I cautiously made my way back down the hall and through a door into the theater. Alex had his head sticking out of the trap door in the pit and he smiled when he saw me come in.

“Emerson! Come see your new home!” he said, waving me over.

He pointed to the door and I let myself in, shutting it behind me. It was a small pit, there weren’t very many live players since it was half pre-recorded beats anyway. Most of the musicians were already there, getting warmed up and tuning their instruments. Alex showed me where I would be sitting, close to the back corner of the room next to the bassist and a violinist. I introduced myself and was sincerely thanked by the violinist, who had been covering some of the cello parts on a viola in the interim. With only ten minutes to curtain, Alex showed me how to get up into the private box where Lin had reserved my seat.

I sat there alone, reading through the playbill until the lights dimmed. The music started like a explosion and I could already feel myself getting emotional at the thought that soon I would be a part of it. I tried my best to divide my attention between the music and the acting but found myself quickly getting overwhelmed. Every break between songs was enough time for me to recompose myself. I was thankful I had stuffed a pack of tissues into my purse. By intermission I was practically leaping out of my seat, ready to get started.

When the show was all done, I headed to the bathroom to reapply my makeup since I had managed to cry most of it off through the closing number. When I went to go through the door to the dressing rooms, I was stopped only until I explained my situation. Then they quickly apologized and let me pass. I headed down the hall, past the green room and then started reading the names on the doors, looking for Lin’s. I found it at the very end of the hall and knocked gently on the closed door.

“Who is it?” he called in a sing-song voice.

“It’s Emerson.” I answered back.

“Oh, come in, mami ! Come in!”

I hesitated for a second before pushing the door open to his small dressing room. A massive L shaped couch was crammed in one corner facing his dressing table and there was a shelf stacked with books and a small TV set up with an xBox. Lin was stretched out on the chaise, already in street clothes, playing what looked to me like Destiny. When I went to shut the door again he shook his head.

“Nah, just leave it open and come chill.” he said, patting the couch next to him.

When I sat down, he passed me the controller, “Do you play video games?” he asked.

He was playing some quick matches, which were easy enough. I had only played Destiny a few times on other friend’s consoles, so I wasn’t incredibly good. But I was definitely holding my own. “Oh yeah, mostly PlayStation though.” I said.

“What did you think of the show?” he asked eagerly.

“It was incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever cried over a musical more in my life. And I’ve seen Phantom and RENT live.” I answered.

“I’m so glad you loved it! That’s so exciting. I think you’re going to be really happy here.”

I glanced away from the TV to smile at Lin, “I think so too.”

Suddenly someone appeared in the corner of my vision at Lin’s door, knocking on it, “Hey, I wanted to ask you about that change you were talking about for Lafayette?” they said to Lin, clearly not noticing me sitting there.

“Oh yeah! For sure.” I had just started a new match and had commandeered a sparrow, taking off to find a good sniping position to try out Lin’s high level sniper rifle. Lin started talking like my being there was commonplace, “I think in Yorktown it might be cool to play Lafayette a little more cocky. You know, man? Like...he got all his French brethren to help us. I think he would be more proud of that.”

I glanced up from the screen for just a moment to see a tall man with wild curly hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and big lips looking directly at me, “Right, of course.” he said, responding to the suggestion, eyes dragging back to Lin.

“Oh! Daveed! Duh! This is Emerson, our new cellist. Sorry, I forgot you hadn’t met yet!” Lin said quickly.

“How’s it going?” Daveed said, smirking at me.

I tried my best to look at him to respond, but I had died and respawned right in the middle of the map where it seemed every player from the other team just happened to be camping out. “Good, sorry...fucking game...right in the middle of...OH NO YOU DON’T!” I shouted at the TV as a guy tried to sneak up behind me and mele me. I heard Lin and Daveed laugh as I spun around to kill that guy, only to be shot by someone from across the map. “Fuck!”

“Wow!” Lin chuckled.

I put the controller down on the couch, “Sorry, excuse me.”

“It ain’t no thang, chica .” Lin said, picking up the controller for himself.

When I looked over at Daveed, who was still standing in the door, he was looking at me intensely. I stood up and took a step so I could shake hands with him, “Hi, I’m Emerson. It’s nice to meet you.”

I wasn’t especially short, but Daveed seemed to tower over me. His hand engulfed mine when he took it, shaking it gently as if he didn’t want to crush it, “Nice to meet you, too. So you’re joining our crazy little family here, huh?”

I nodded, “Yes, soon hopefully. I was just fired from my last job so...soon.” I answered.

“You were fired?” Daveed asked.

Lin laughed behind me, “Oh yeah. And it was my fault too.”

Daveed raised an eyebrow, “How was it your fault?”

“Her theater put on In The Heights last week. I went to go see it, fell in love with her, so I went to offer her the job here. Apparently word got around her company and people got pissy. So her director fired her.” Lin explained for me, not looking up from his game.

“Is that right?” Daveed said.

I nodded, “Yeah, completely ridiculous. But maybe it was meant to be.”

“Maybe...” Daveed said smokily, something sparking deep down in his umber eyes.

“I promised Em dinner, do you wanna join us, D?” Lin offered, finishing his match and standing up to return the controller to the shelf.

Daveed shook his head, his curls undulating around his head, “No can do, man. Not tonight at least. Promised Rafa I’d work on some Clipping tracks with him tonight.”

“Oh is he in town?”

“No, we’ll probably Skype or something. But he’s getting antsy to hear the new stuff.”

“It’s cool, it’s cool.” Lin said.

“Well have a good night, you two.” Daveed said. He smiled down at me, flashing teeth, “Emerson...”

“Daveed.” I said, feeling my ears getting hot under his gaze.

Daveed left and I could feel Lin grinning behind me, but I chose to ignore him. When I turned around he had already moved on, shuffling around his dressing table gathering his wallet and other belongings. Once he was satisfied he had everything, I followed him out of his dressing room back down the hall. He poked his head into every room that still had people in it, seeing if anyone wanted to join us for dinner. In the end, everyone but Alex had plans already, so it seemed it would just be the three of us. We called an Uber and Alex handed me a thick, one inch binder that held the cello score.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think you’ll have a hard time picking it up.” Alex assured me. “From what I heard about your performance of In The Heights , this will be a cake walk.”

The Uber arrived and we hurried to climb in before anyone noticed Lin. I was sandwiched between the two men and I opened the score to flip through some of the pages, “Oh for sure. My high school always used professional level music. So I’m used to it. We never played the arranged stuff.”

“Did I tell you? Em’s a total boss. She ripped open a callus during the performance and kept playing!” Lin raved.

Alex chuckled, “I remember you telling me, Lin.”

I shut the binder, “I’m really excited to get started. But I still need to find a place to live.” I said.

“Oh yeah! I did look into that!” Lin said.

The Uber pulled up in front of a restaurant and we clambered out onto the sidewalk. I followed the men inside and a host led us to a quiet round booth at the back of the room. I slid in, yet again flanked on both sides by the two gentlemen and tucked my purse and the binder down by my feet. Before we could even get into what Lin had looked into, a waiter came over to take our drink orders. Lin ordered a beer, Alex a glass of red wine, and I ordered a Jack and Coke. Once the waiter was gone, Lin pulled out his phone.

“So I don’t know what your budget is right now, but I have a handful of options.” he started, scrolling through his phone. “There’s a studio open in Harlem where my friend lives for $950 a month. I think one of the lighting guys was telling me his building had a vacant apartment for twelve hundred. And then Daveed mentioned the other day that he had an extra room at his place he was willing to rent out for $450.”

“Daveed as in the Daveed I met earlier?” I asked.

I could feel Alex’s smug smile, “Yeah yeah. He's got a tiny brownstone up near the tram for Roosevelt Island. Nice place.” He said.

“Well uh...I'd have to think about it of course.” I mumbled, not sure how I felt about the flush creeping up my neck or the way Alex and now Lin were smiling like they knew something I didn't.

“Of course of course! Just let me know what you want to do and I can put you in touch with whomever.” Lin said. Our waiter came back with our drinks and while the men weren't looking I took two big gulps to calm my nerves. Lin turned back to me, “I know I’ve asked a million times. But I’m just too damn excited. When do you want to start?”

“Well I suppose I could make the commute a few times this week before I figure out the living situation. When is the next rehearsal?” I asked.

“Pit has a rehearsal this Tuesday morning and I think we have a full rehearsal on...Friday morning?” Alex asked Lin.

“Yeah Friday morning.”

“Okay. Then I guess I'll start there. If we decide I'm comfortable enough with the music after Tuesday I'll see about making the commute for the shows in between.”

“That sounds perfect.” Lin said, smiling.

The men launched into a conversation of their own, leaving me to retreat into my own thoughts. While all of this was very exciting and I was ready to get back to work, it was also still somewhat overwhelming. The options Lin had given me for places to live were tricky. The place in Harlem was definitely out of the question. I had never lived in the inner city so it might not be safe for me, a skinny white chick from upstate. The other place was much too expensive for what I could afford right away. I only had about three grand saved up since I was still paying off student loans and my car. But then there was Daveed’s tiny brownstone.

On the one hand it wouldn’t have been the first time I lived with a man. But it would be the first time I lived with a man I knew nothing of. Granted even that was debatable. The only college roommate I liked had been my best friend Kevin and then I lived with my ex, then boyfriend for two years. But I left Boston for a reason and while I had been living with my mom and her boyfriend for the last three months, I was sort of looking forward to living alone again. $450 a month was a hard offer to pass up. By the time dinner was served, I decided maybe it wouldn’t hurt just to get some more information. Make a final decision from there.

Alex caught his own Uber home after dinner and Lin insisted on going to the train station with me. We stood on the sidewalk outside the station after our Uber dropped us off, “So do you have any thoughts on your living arrangements?” Lin asked with that knowing grin again, as if he was reading my mind.

“Well obviously Daveed’s offer is the most logical choice financially. But honestly I need a lot more information and time.”

“Well that’s fair. Should I pass on your number?”

I was glad for the darkness to hide my flush, “Actually if you could just ask him if it’s alright for me to get in contact with him. I think that would be best.”

“Whatever you need to do.”

“Thanks Lin. Really I mean that. I owe you everything.”

“Em, mami , you deserve it. You really do, just let the love in.” he said, putting his hands on my shoulders.

“I’ll try. I’m still working through...things.” I said.

“Well go home, get some sleep. We’ll see you on Tuesday.”

He hugged me and let me go into the station. I boarded the next train north and found a seat on the side that would be closest to the river. About halfway home I received a text from Lin.

- Texted Daveed. He said go ahead

Another text came through with a phone number. I saved it to my contacts then put on headphones to zone out for the rest of the journey. By the time the train pulled into Cold Spring station, it was almost 10pm and I wasn’t feeling like going home quite yet. The air was close and warm for this early in spring, thick with a fog that was rolling in through the valley. I decided to go for a drive, wandering around until I ended up down on the docks of the Hudson River. I sat there wondering what to do.

At midnight, I pulled out my phone to stare at Daveed’s number. I wondered if I should text him. It was very late and I didn’t want to wake him. But the curiosity was killing me. Why had he offered his home so generously to someone he didn’t even know? He clearly hadn’t seen me before or he would’ve recognized me in Lin’s dressing room. So it wasn’t about appearances. But the way he had looked at me...no, that was nothing. Was Lin’s word worth that much? I knew I needed to let it go for the night and headed home to bed.

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[hermanwatts]

Sensor Sweep: D&D Cartoon, Tim Kirk, Lin Carter, Literary Swordsmen and Sorcerers

Animated Cartoons (CBR.com): When CBS ordered a series based on the latest trend, fantasy role-playing games, perhaps they didn’t know what awaited them. Debuting on Sept 17, 1983, Dungeons & Dragons (inspired by the game created by

Gary Gygax and Dave Arneson, and published by TSR) came to air already surrounded by controversy. The game’s use of occult imagery wasn’t the only factor disturbing parents groups. Some even declared it a literal danger to young people.

      Art (Black Gate): Tim Kirk, another artist who has had a major professional career, was nominated for Best Fan Writer 8 times in the between 1969 and 1977, winning the Hugo in 1970, 1972, 1973, 1974, and 1976. It would be fair to say that for me, coming into contact with fandom in this period, my image of “fan art” was formed by Tim Kirk’s work, along with two more artists who won for their 1970s work, William Rotsler and Alexis A. Gilliland. (Not to slight the excellent Phil Foglio, but for whatever reason his art didn’t enter my consciousness until later. And Alicia Austin, four-time nominee and 1971 winner, was and is a favorite artist of mine, but for her professional work.)

        Fiction Release (DMR Books): DMR Books is proud to present our next release: the picaresque fantasy novel The Road to Infinity by Gael DeRoane. It will be available in digital and trade paperback editions very soon (within the next few days), and the classic size edition (6.5” x 4.25”) should be released before the end of June. Read on for more:

Poised on the brink of manhood, young Aran Dyfar makes a rash and momentous decision that will either elevate him to glory or seal his doom.

  History (Barbarian Book Club): “No silver, no Swiss,” commented Gian Trivulzio, a Milanese Condottiero during the Italian Wars. He was talking about the Swiss Mercenaries that served in the armies of the Italian City States. They were expensive and often sieges and sacks depended on the city’s ability to pay foreign soldiers.

A more recent quote “Amateurs talk about tactics, but professionals study logistics,” quoted to Gen. Robert H. Barrow, Commandant of the USMC.

  Fiction (Uproxx.com): Martin is no casual fan of Lovecraft. He regularly cites the writer as one of his earliest reading obsessions. He’s visited

Lovecraft’s grave in Rhode Island, and even wrote some elaborate fan fiction back in 2011 pitting Jaime Lannister against Cthulu in a deathmatch. When George sat down to speak with Stephen King, their conversation kept leading back to Lovecraft’s influence on both of their writing.

  Fiction (DMR Books): When I was eleven years old, I preferred Lin Carter’s Jandar of Callisto series to Edgar Rice Burroughs’ books about Mars. Sacrilege I know, and that’s not the case today, but as a kid, I liked that the Callisto books were written in modern language, and the events described not only took place within my lifetime, they were still occurring now, in the 1970s when I was reading them. I could almost believe they were true.

  Gaming (Player One): What happens when you have a cyberpunk futuristic world and put in the themes of H.P. Lovecraft? You get the latest offering from Stormling Studios, Transient. Aside from this announcement, Stormling Studios also released a reveal trailer. So what is the game all about? It begins in a distant and post-apocalyptic future. Whatever remains of mankind are now living in the Domed City Providence, an enclosed citadel that was created in order for humans to survive the harsh environment. Amidst all of this, the story focuses on Randolph Carter, a member of ODIN, a hacker-for-hire group.

  Robert E. Howard (John C. Wright): The Devil in Iron was published in the August 1934 issue of Weird Tales, several months after the previous story, Queen of the Black Coast. It is the eleventh published story in the Conan canon. We have reached the halfway mark of the published Conan stories completed by Robert E. Howard.

Howard here recycles elements of his own previous stories – there is a magic blade as in Phoenix on the Sword, the sole bane of an otherwise invulnerable eldritch monster, who is a resurrected necromancer as in The Black Colossus. 

          Comic Books (Paint Monk): Our tale begins as Conan, Bêlit, and Zula battle Stygian warriors in the catacombs of Luxor. As the fight progresses, the trio finds a secret passage that allows them to descend further into the depths beneath the city.

Zula shows some empathy toward the Stygian soldier’s fate – Conan and company are killing them simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Bêlit declares she will kill any Stygian, because they were the people who helped her Uncle overthrow and kill her Father.

  History (Real Crusade History): Henry was born May 3, 1217, the third child but the first son of King Hugh I of Cyprus and his queen Alice de Champagne. (Alice was the daughter of Isabella I of Jerusalem and her third husband Henri de Champagne.) When Henry was just eight months old, his father died suddenly, while absent from the kingdom on the Fifth Crusade. According to the constitution of the kingdom, a minor king’s regent was his nearest relative resident in the Latin East, in this case, Henry’s mother Alice de Champagne. However, Alice showed remarkably little interest in wielding political power.

  Fiction (Eldritch Paths): I  was reading The King Beyond the Gate, the second book in David Gemmell’s Drenai Saga. I really enjoyed the larger-than-life heroes in Gemmell’s first book, Legend. Druss the Legend was an awesome character, taking on scores of baddies and coming up on top. Even the leader of the enemy invasion force respected the strength and sheer force of will that was Druss. I was expecting, no, wanting more of the same from the second book. Most of this second book seemed to deliver.

  RPG (Pulp Rev): Designing for games is vastly different from designing for stories.

Readers engage a prose story through the plot, characters, and prose. The writer guides them on a journey in the mind, directing the story from start to finish.

Gamers engage a game through its mechanics. By playing as their avatar, they create their own experience.

Readers and gamers have different ways of approaching their chosen media. The requirements of these media lead to different design choices.

  Writing (Mad Genius Club): Write the soldier as he (or she) is, not as you wish to caricature them, not as your narrative demands.  Haven’t served in the military? Start looking through your list of friends for somebody who has. Sit down and ask them questions (bring drinks), listen and be respectful.  See, contrary to popular belief, we will talk. If you show yourself to be trustworthy, we’ll tell you the unvarnished truth about life in the service. What hurt, what sucked, what made us laugh, made us cry, made us mad, made us happy, what made it home for us.

  RPG (Brain Leakage): About three or four sessions into my current campaign, I noticed that my players didn’t really like the abstract nature of D&D combat. No matter how much narration and dramatizing I did, combat just felt too passive to them. Specifically, they wanted to do something besides stand there and take it while the enemy rolled against their AC. Now, one thing I’ll say in favor of D&D combat RAW. It’s streamlined. And if the players are happy enough to fill in the blanks by imagining feints, dodges, and other maneuvers happening in between declared actions and combat rolls, then it’s fine.

  T.V. (Pulpfest): Rod Serling’s THE TWILIGHT ZONE ran on CBS from 1959 to 1964. It remains in syndication to this very day. A new version of the series — narrated by filmmaker Jordan Peele — premiered on CBS All Access on April 1, 2019. Sixty years after its original debut, Rod Serling’s remarkable creation is still very much embedded in the public consciousness.

The creator of THE TWILIGHT ZONE was born on December 25, 1924 in Syracuse, New York. His brother, the late novelist and aviation writer Robert Serling, said: “We were fairly close as kids and we played together a hell of a lot, despite the seven-year difference. The two of us used to read AMAZING STORIES, ASTOUNDING STORIES, WEIRD TALES — all of the pulps. If we saw a movie together, we’d come home and act it out, just for the two of us.”

  Lit Crit (George Kelley): Just by chance, I stumbled across this 1976 Arkham House edition of L. Sprague de Camp’s wonderful Literary Swordsman and Socerers at my local public library. I immediately took it out and read it. De Camp’s informational essays on these fantasy writers made me want to drop everything and reread some of the great books by these authors. I’m a big fan of Lord Dunsany, but I haven’t read more than a fraction of his oeuvre. I’ve read most of Lovecraft, but I can always pick up one of his collections and find delight in its pages.

        Sensor Sweep: D&D Cartoon, Tim Kirk, Lin Carter, Literary Swordsmen and Sorcerers published first on https://sixchexus.weebly.com/

[xdaddysprincessxx]

The Cabin in the Woods ll

Dave York x f!reader

Dark fic/ dead dove, again Dave is mean (he’s a bad guy) also I made him bi in this 🏳️‍🌈, death, sprinkle of angst, sad backstory, the cabin description is sooo self indulgent, Dave pov, female and male masturbation, cum eating, like 1 threat, dirty talk, food & drink, uh I think that’s it.

Summary: it’s been days since you almost escaped from the mystery man. Too bad you failed and he threw you in the basement.

A/n: Here’s part 2 babes!!! Thank you so much for all the kind words and support you’ve given on part 1. It means the world to me. This is lightly edited, I gave it a once over but I’m feeling a lot more confident with this one(:

You can’t help but close your eyes as you look up and let the sun wash over you, warming up your whole body. You’ve always loved the feeling of the sun on your face. The smell of fresh cut grass, the fragrant flowers your mom always planted every spring, the sound of kids running and playing. Being outside in your own little world has always been your favorite place to be. Just as you feel your whole body relax you notice how quiet it got and how quickly the sun has gone and instead been replaced by dark, nasty storm clouds rolling in. The smell of water flooding your nose. You open your eyes to see an empty field. The sun is gone, no sign of life anywhere. And there’s that horrible sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

The sound of rain hitting the small basement windows is what wakes you this time. Shivering, you slowly open your eyes. The basement. The mystery man. You sigh as you remember you’ve been kidnapped and after trying to escape, being thrown in this dark, damp basement. It’s been two, no three days since the mystery man chained you up down here. Honestly your not even sure how long it’s been. Even with the little sunlight you get from the windows, time has escaped you entirely. What you do know is that your starving, thirsty and you feel gross. You are in desperate need of a shower and a 5 course meal asap. Your thoughts are rudely interrupted a few seconds later by heavy footsteps right above your head followed by the chain link being unlocked to the basement door.

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It’s been 3 days since Dave took you and brought you to his cabin. 3 days since he touched you and you bit his dick. Dave is no angel, he’s had plenty of partners over the years. Men and women alike and a few have tried to blow him and scrapped their teeth but never has he had someone bite his dick. At first he was surprised at how well you were responding to him and his touch. He had done his research on you of course. Dave knew all about you before he grabbed you. Had to know who he was dealing with. And yes he did expect you to try to escape but he never expected you to actually get away from him. As bad as his dick hurt, that chase was almost worth it. Something primal about hunting your own prey out in the wild and taking them on the cold, hard ground like a wild animal. He hasn’t came that hard in years.

Dave is pulled from his thoughts quickly when he realizes he should bring you some food and water. It has been awhile and I’m sure she’s starving by now. Maybe she’s learned her lesson, dave thinks as he grabs a plate out of the cabinet and gets to work making you a pb&j and a glass of water.

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You hear the door creak open and you can’t help but wince at the sound of the man’s foot hitting the first step. You do your best to curl into yourself and be as little as possible. You have no idea what he’s gonna do to you and you know there’s a really good chance he hates you. You squeeze your eyes shut as hard as you can, wishing yourself away when the man hits the bottom of the stairs and makes his way to stand in front of you.

Dave clears his throat, “Wake up princess. I brought you something to eat and some water.”

What? He did what? You literally don’t even believe it, your eyes snap open and look up at the man. Holy fucking shit, he really did bring me food and water! You uncurl from yourself, keeping your eyes down, unsure if you should reach out to grab the plate and cup or wait for him to put it down on the ground.

“Are you gonna grab the plate or just sit there? Here.” He says as he shoves the sandwich in your direction.

You don’t need to be told twice, you grab the plate and cup from the mystery man and begin demolishing the pb&j as if your life depended on it. Which it kinda does since one does need food and water to live.

The man just stands there, staring at you while you eat like a rabid animal. A look on his face, half in awe and the other half in disgust? Or maybe he feels bad for starving you and it’s pity? Your not sure.

“Thank you.” You whispered, barely able to get the words out. Your throat feels so sore but after a huge gulp of water, you managed to use your manners.

It almost no time your finishing your sandwich, already wishing you hadn’t ate so fast. “How long will I be down here?” you manage to ask the mystery man.

“I guess it depends. I already told you, if you can be a good girl for me the better this will all be for you.” the mystery man replies to you as he looks away.

“May I take a shower please? And more water? Maybe a blanket? It’s cold down here.” you start to beg already, hoping for a little mercy. “I’ll be good I promise. I’ll do whatever you want. Please I just- I’m dirty and cold and hungry. I’ll do anything.”

The man continues to stand there, contemplating your plea, “Yea but you listen to me. No running away from me, you have to be in my line of sight at all times. If you try anything, I’ll shoot you dead.” he finally answers.

Your eyes grow even wider, looking up at him like a deer in the headlights, “Yes of course I won’t try anything. I’ll be good. I promise.” You replied with a quickness, eager for a shower, food and a warm blanket.

“Alright come on” dave says as he grabs the key from his back pocket to unlock your chains.

Quickly you push your legs out in front of you so the man can get to the chains to unleash you. As soon as your ankles are unchained the man grabs you by your upper arm roughly to help you stand up and before you can get your footing he’s practically dragging you up the stairs.

Once upstairs, you see that the whole cabin is almost like one big room. To the left of the basement door is the kitchen, complete with a little island with a flat top grill. The kitchen then opens up into the living room except it’s not much of a living room. There is an L shaped black leather couch and a big flat screen tv on the wall but no family pictures or decorations. This mystery man is either horrible at home decor or he keeps it minimal for a reason. And the reason you think why scares you even more.

The two of you walk over towards the other side of the living room towards the back where the bedroom was. You didn’t notice it before but there is a door right next to the bedroom door. The man opens it up and flips a light switch to illuminate the most gorgeous bathroom you’ve ever seen. A deep jacuzzi tub sits in the corner directly in front of the door as you walk in, to the right is the toilet and sink. The walls are a beautiful marble gray and the wall behind the tub is a white and gray brick. This cabin is incredible. Maybe in another lifetime you could’ve met him under different circumstances and fallen in love and shared this cabin. Fucking each other everywhere like wild animals.

The man roughly shoves you into the bathroom causing you to stumble. “Ouch” you said quietly under your breath.

“Take your clothes off, soaps on the shelf next to the tub. You can take a bath.” He barks out at you.

“Um okay,” you say as you look around kind of sheepishly, waiting for him to leave or at least turn around so you can undress.

“Go on. Take. Off. Your. Clothes. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” Dave tells you.

You can’t help but rolls your eyes at the man. He terrifies you but the whole macho man act he has going on is an absolute joke to you. Do you think he could snap your neck with one hand? Yes. Do you really believe he’s all grr? Partially yes but you really feel like he is soft under all these layers. At the end of the day he’s just a man. And men aren’t indestructible.

You just huff and turn around to start taking off your dirty dress and shoes. Once your naked you bend over to run the water. As you bend over you can’t help but remember how good his cock felt pounding into you. As scared as you were, the mystery man gave you the best fuck of your life. You decide to give him a little show and bend down a little more than necessary, arching your back a little, knowing he can see your pussy on full display this way.

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Watching you undress and bend over has Dave already hardening in his pants. He notices the way you arch your back, almost like your purposefully putting on a show for him. He gets an idea that makes him smirk. And as long as you do what he says, the both of you will be satisfied.

After starting the water, Dave watches you walk over to the shelf and look at the different bubble baths, salts and body washes he has to offer. Originally this cabin was for him and his family. Loving wife and two beautiful daughters. They deserved a good life, much better than Dave. It was his fault they lost their lives. A few years back, dave and his men took a job and it went bad fast. The guy they were sent to kill just so happened to also be an assassin. The guy found out about Dave’s family and cut the brakes on the family van. His wife and girls died in a tragic car accident. It should have been him.

By this point, Dave realizes you were already sitting in the bath, surrounded by sweet, vanilla scented bubbles. With your head laying against the headrest in the jacuzzi tub and your eyes closed, Dave couldn’t help but notice how peaceful you looked. You weren’t a bad person. Definitely not an assassin. But you came too close to exposing him and his men and he couldn’t risk another job gone bad. That’s why he had to take you and save his ass.

Dave saunters over to the edge of the tub and crouch’s down. Looking down at your body, thoughts of taking you right here and now flood his mind. Instead he pushes a button causing the jets to go off. Immediately you shoot up, eyes shooting open, half scared, half confused at what just happened.

Dave starts chuckling at your reaction, “ Calm down sweetheart. It’s just the jets. Help you relax since you will be here for awhile. Might as well get used to this place.”

“How long will I be here?” you ask him, your sweet voice fills his ears. Wishing he was hearing your moans instead.

Dave grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks, making your face squish up and pulls you towards him, “For however long I say little girl.” he responds sternly, “For now I need you to be my good girl and listen to me.”

With a hold still on your face, he moves his so his mouth is right by your ear, “Now get on your knees and face me until you feel the jet on your pussy.” he whispers, his hot breath sending chills down your body despite the warm water.

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You were stunned. The way he grabbed your face and then had the balls to whisper that in your ear, your pussy’s wet. The bitch is wet and not because your sitting in water either. You should not be turned on. The way his voice chills you to the bone. The way his touch is like an electrical shock to your system. This man is a killer. You can tell he’s done shit like this before and here you are ready to bend over and take his cock the very second he whips it out.

Speechless, you do as he says and you get on your knees in the tub, facing him. Almost immediately you feel the jet. The pressure of the water hits your clit in such a way you can’t help but let out a soft moan. Through half lidded eyes, you watch the man’s face soften as he watches you.

“Mm I see you found it. It must feel good huh princess?” he asks knowing damn well it does feel good.

“Uh huh” you nod as you shift around to get the jet to hit your pussy just right.

“That’s it pretty girl. Now touch yourself. Put a finger in that pretty pussy for me.” the mystery man said in a deep, guttural tone.

In a flash your hand moves down to your pussy and immediately you plunge two fingers into yourself, trying to get the best angle to hit your sweet spot.

The man finally lets go of your face as he stands up, the front of his lower body directly staring you in the face. He’s quick to unbutton his jeans and pull his thick cock out, already weeping precum. The sight of that alone has you licking your lips.

“Aht. I can see right through you princess. After your little stunt, it’ll be a long time before you get my cock back in that pretty little mouth of yours.” the man says, shutting down any thoughts you had of tasting him again. You did enjoy the feel of his cock in your mouth, enjoyed the taste and how heavy he was before you bit him.

Dave starts stroking his cock in front of your face. Just when you thought you couldn’t be more turned on, the man starts moaning and rolling his eyes to the back of his head as he’s stroking himself.

Holding out his hand towards you, “Spit”, he orders. And spit you do. You spit as best you can onto his hand and watch him lube up his cock with it.

Between the jet putting constant pressure on your clit and your fingers curled up deep inside, you already feel yourself getting close. And from the looks of it, the man’s close too. Without even thinking you look up at him with your best doe eyes and stick your tongue out for him.

“Oh fuck, yea? You want my cum princess? Such a fucking whore, sticking your tongue out hoping I’ll cum all over this pretty fucking face.” he growls, “fuck nngh keep that tongue out baby I’m close fuck”

You fingers start to go into overdrive, plunging in and out of your pussy. You can’t help but go over the edge just from his words. Holy fuck you just wanna be his little slut, he is right you do want him to cum all over your face so bad.

Moaning out loud, you cum hard just as he starts to cum. Rope after rope hits you in the face. Both of you breathing hard as you come down from your high, you take your fingers out of your pussy and bring them up to your face and wipe his cum off only to stick the cum covered fingers in your mouth.

“Mmm” you can’t help but let out a satisfied sigh as you taste him and yourself. Maybe it’s the endorphins from coming but you like this. Something about this man is bringing out this little vixen that’s been laying dormant inside of you for too long.

Dave just stares at you in disbelief. Did she really just do that? And already he can tell he’s fucked. Ever since the first night he took her, there’s something about her that has him wanting more. More of what he’s not exactly sure.

“Come on, finish up. When your done I’ll give you fresh clothes and some blankets.” Dave says flatly as he puts himself back into his jeans. He’s gonna pretend this little performance didn’t happen, for now at least.

Confused by this sudden cold shoulder of sorts, you finish washing your body and hair and reach to grab your towel to dry off as you step out of the bathtub. Once your dried off, you wrap the towel around you and look back at the man to lead you to the next stop.

Once he sees your ready to go, he grabs your arm again but this time not as rough but still has a tight grip and he leads you to the bedroom next door. As you walk in he stops you next to the bed and walks over to the dresser to pull out a old, used tshirt and an old pair of boxers.

“Here, put these on. I don’t have much here but this will do for now.” the mystery man states in a monotone. You move to grab the clothes from him and begin dressing. Once your all dressed you look back up at him for your next directions. Swiftly he grabs your arm once again and leads you out the bedroom. Going towards the basement door he stops at what seems to be a closet in the living room and pulls out a huge comforter and a quilt. Ever the silent type, he wordlessly hands you the blankets and continues on towards the basement door.

Once settled back downstairs, Dave chains you back up and leaves you alone in the dark. You manage to make a little pallet on the floor and curl up under the quilt he gave you. And of course it smells like him. You can’t help but breath the scent in deep as you drift off to sleep.

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