It has been almost a year since Andy broke up with you. So why then why were you still living in the memory of your shared moments?
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Warnings: ANGST, and when I say angst, I do mean ANGST. Choo, choo, all on the angst train! Implied (is it really or is it said alright tho?) cheating. If there’s any fluff, the angst will make you forget about it. Laurie/Andy. Slight Jake Jensen/Reader.
Word Count: 3.6K
(A/n: okay, I’m feeling super insecure about this fic, so I really hope someone likes it, because I took forever to write it and well, at one point it took a very different turn from what I’d planned.)
They say, “What a sad sight” I, I stayed there Dust collected on my pinned-up hair I’m sure that you got a wife out there Kids and Christmas, but I’m unaware ‘Cause I’m right where I cause no harm, mind my business If our love died young,I can’t bear witness
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It started out on your summer job. Second-year of college, majoring in art history, turned out not to be cheap. By this point, you were wondering if your degree wasn’t just a joke that you used to get people off your back. You loved art, but you no longer had this passion you used to. You’d like to say that, like every twenty-year-old, you were bright-eyed and excited to start your life, but the truth is that a not-so-small part of you wanted to get it all over with.
So when a handsome stranger walked in with cerulean blue eyes, dark hair and a face as tired and weighted as yours, you couldn’t help but hang on to his every word.
content warning: adultery, smut (brief details of penetrative sex and oral sex, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic), murder, blood.
your small apartment is where he goes on his way home from work. you’re the pretty thing he daydreams about in court. your pussy is where he finds his salvation.
everyday at 6.35pm, you’re ready for him to arrive and use your body. docile, obedient, subservient. his perfect sitting doll.
“taking daddy’s cock so well,” he’d grunt into your ear as he fucks you into the mattress. “like the little slut i’ve trained you to be, huh?”
“yes, daddy,” is your response every single time.
yes, daddy. anything for you, daddy. this pussy is yours, daddy.
