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Summary: Catfish is made to choose.

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOOOOT EATTTT. Noncon, dubcon, fingering, unprotected p in v, male masturbation, degradation, mean and dark joel.

Pairings: Dark! Joel Miller x reader, Dark! Javier Peña x reader, Dark! Marcus Acacius x reader, Dark! Oberyn Martell x reader, Dark! Agent Whiskey x reader, Dark! Dieter Bravo x reader, Dark! Frankie Morales x reader

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Hands. Warm, calloused and thick.

They lulled you awake, that and the shift on the bed.

Your sleep tiptoed the line between wakefulness and deep bliss, it had been like that ever since you arrive to the house. You mushed your face closer into the pillow, the softness a newfound pleasure. Behind the stench of sex that emanated from the room, you picked the scent of something new. The bed sheets were from your town.

Just down the street from were your house was at, your mom usually made you pick up fresh linens every now and then. Softies.

When a palm nudged your collarbones, pain bounced all over your body. You clenched your thighs, a reflect, the sting greeted you fiercely.

"Puppy," He called out, and you flinched. He caught you still, mere inches away from the bed's edge. "Wake up."

His voice went deeper, a command. You blinked, peeling your eyes open to the darkness of the room. Your reality. Your arms tightened around the pillow as an anchor to life.

"Someone wants a bite out of ya," He drawled, and his breath fanned against the exposed crook of your neck. "seems like he waited long enough for this."

Someone new?

"N-no." You whimpered, no more please. The memories of earlier flooded your mind, their touch everywhere, violating and degrading. It hurt to even talk, throat hoarse. "Please Joel, no more."

His hand traveled down your spine, over the curve of your ass. It sent shivers at it's wake, fondled new bruises. You crossed your knees, and felt him sneer against your hair as he forced his hand in between them.

You jerked onto your elbows, giving him the chance to scoop an arm under your ribs and press your side to his chest. His fingers roughly searched for your entrance.

"Thought you'd be more excited for him." He grunted, and your fleeting hand came to grip at his bicep. His voice was laced with venom, and it pierced through your ears in the silence of the night. "There, there."

His pointer and middle circle your hole, swollen and sensitive. He played around with the remains of his assault on you, still buried and leaking.

"Stop it." someone seethed. Your frantic panic ceased, just in case, before adjusting to the timbre of the voice.

Catfish.

You let out a breathe of relief, body almost relaxing against Joel's. But he chuckled, pulling his digits out off your folds, just for them to smear against your thigh and hitch your knee off the bed.

Pain shot across your hips and muscles, and shame rose to your cheeks. Being so bare in front of Catfish seemed like a stupid thing to worry about, but still felt so wrong.

"He has finally caved in to get a piece of ya."

Your blood froze and your eyes shot open, fully awake.

"Haven't ya, Catfish?" He sang again, smugness written all over his tone. "Come here and take your price."

And then, something horrible happened. The bed dipped, the tell tale sound of a zipper, and Joel shuffled just slightly to the side.

"Catfish." You begged with renewed vigor. Tears threatened to spill as his hands gently wrapped around your hips.

And he didn't respond, instead Joel chuckled. "Aww, what's the matter baby? Not excited to see your little friend?" He mocked, fingers digging cruelly into the soft flesh of your thigh as he pulled your side against his hardening cock. "Catfish has been dying to get his hands on this sweet little ass. And now, he's finally going to get his chance."

The bed creaked as Catfish climbed onto it, the mattress dipping under his weight. You could feel the heat of his body, the barely restrained hunger radiating off him. Terror gripped your heart as you realized he was positioning himself behind you, his cock gently tapping against your skin.

Joel laughed, a wicked sound in the dark room, and fisted a hand in your hair. He wrenched your head back, forcing you to look at Catfish as he loomed over you, and his face, oh his face.

He was scared. You could tell from the moonlight slipping through the blinds, his big puppy dog eyes, the way he looked unsteady on his knees. Catfish didn't want to hurt you.

"I'm sorry." He mouthed, and his hand held his cock as if it was a burden.

"Catfish..." You repeated, now in painful understatement. Your heart sobbed, it ached for him. He was being forced as much as you were.

Joel sneered at Catfish's hesitation, his grip on your hair tightening painfully. "Come on, don't be a pussy. She's just a little fuckhole, nothing more. Don't tell me you're scared of a slut like her?"

He used his free hand to reach back and smack your ass hard, the sound echoing obscenely in the room. Your flesh jiggled from the impact, and you couldn't hold back a sob. "Fucking take her, man. Shut her up with your cock like a real man would."

Catfish flinched at the harsh words and the sharp sting on your ass. His hands trembled as they gripped your hips, gently, almost reverently. He looked into your eyes, his own filled with anguish and apology.

He bowed his head as the warmth of his body enveloped yours. You felt the blunt head of his cock nudge against your folds, smearing them with your own arousal. Your muscles fluttered traitorously with a mix of fear and reluctant anticipation.

"There you go," Joel praised, grinding his hard on against your hip. "once ya get a fill, you're never gonna stop pounding into this pussy."

Catfish shuddered, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. It wasn't on purpose, that you knew. You felt the head of his cock catch on your entrance, your body instinctively clenching down. With a shuddering breath, he slowly pushed forward, the thick length of him parting your folds and sinking into your core inch by excruciating inch.

You squirmed, the pain in your abused cunt far too great. He bottomed with a choked groan, planting his palms at the sides of your face. Joel's arms slithered out off the way, making room for Catfish as he settled against the bed head.

You whimpered, tears leaking from the corners of your tightly shut eyes at the painful intrusion stretching you open once more. Your body trembled, muscles fluttering weakly around the thick shaft impaling you, trying in vain to adjust to the size and girth of Catfish's cock. The pain was intense, radiating through your core and making it hard to breathe.

Joel reached out and grabbed Catfish's hip, squeezing the firm muscle. "Fuck, she's so goddamn tight. You better not fucking cum too soon, man. I want to see you ruin this cunt properly."

Catfish didn't dignify his words with an answer, but he did press a warm kiss against your hair before he gently pulled his hips back. A soft sound escaped your lips.

Joel scoffed, rolling his eyes at Catfish's gentleness. "Don't be a fucking pussy. She can take more than that. You have a lot at stake here, boy."

Ignoring Joel's crude encouragement, Catfish continued his slow retreat until just the tip of his cock remained inside you. Then, with a deep breath, he pushed forward again, sinking back into your tight heat with a low groan.

He set a steady, if gentle, pace, his hips rolling in a rhythm that allowed you to slowly adjust to his size. Each thrust sent sparks of reluctant pleasure mixing with the pain, your body instinctively clenching down around the hard length filling you.

Catfish leaned down, his chest pressing against your back as he peppered your shoulder and neck with soft kisses. His hands slid up your sides, cupping your breasts and kneading the soft mounds gently as he moved above you. The gentleness of it all made you yearn.

Joel watched the intimate scene with a mix of boredom and disgust, his own cock throbbing against your hip. Yet hidden beneath his stoic stare there was a layer of jealousy he wouldn't admit to. "Fucking hell, you're going to ruin her with that slow shit," he muttered. "She's not a goddamn blushing bride, you know."

But Catfish paid him no mind, focused solely on the woman beneath him, determined to bring her pleasure even as he took his own. His thrusts grew a bit harder, a bit faster, but still remained carefully controlled, thoughtful. You allowed a moan to bubble from your throat, muffled by the pillow.

Catfish's breath hitched, a shudder running through his body as he heard your sweet sounds. He could feel your walls fluttering around his cock, your body responding to his gentle thrusts despite the pain and unwillingness. Emboldened, he began to pick up the pace, hips rolling in a steady rhythm.

Joel snorted derisively, and you heard a zipper going down once more. "That's more like it," he growled. "Stop being a pussy and fuck her like you mean it. Show her what a real man feels like."

Catfish ignored him, lost in the feeling of your silken heat enveloping him. His hands slid down to your thighs, pushing them further apart to open you more to his increasingly powerful thrusts. The new angle allowed him to sink even deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each forceful drive of his hips.

"Catfish." You mewled, pressing your forehead against the silk. You had never been fucked like this.

Soft grunts and pants spilled from Catfish's lips as he lost himself in the pleasure of your body. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, no doubt leaving bruises in their wake. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin and your muffled moans as he began to take you with more fervor.

Joel watched, stroking his own aching cock as Catfish's thrusts grew harder, more demanding. Your body rocked with each slam of his hips, the force of his lust shaking the bed. The pleasure built slowly, the pain fading into the background as your treacherous nerves sang with new sensations.

Joel's eyes narrowed as he watched Catfish lose himself in your willing body, a jealous rage building in his chest. His hand moved faster over his own throbbing cock, squeezing and stroking with a harsh, angry rhythm. The sight of your bliss-filled body licked at Joel with a bitter fury. But it will all serve a purpose.

Catfish's movements became erratic, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he neared his peak. A guttural groan tore from his throat, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave deep bruises as he slammed into you one last time. Your eyes rolled back, feeling him impossibly deep.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" he roared, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he finally found his release. Hot, thick ropes of cum painted your insides, mingling with Joel's seed. His body shuddered and jerked above you, lost in the throes of his intense high.

He panted above you, almost loosing his balance. He bent down to get a better look, your face scrunched in pleasure-pain.

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pedrosyouknowwhat · 3 months ago

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Not to put pressure of any kind I SWEAR. but I’m checking your account every day!! AAAHHHH it’s Catfish’s turn and IM SO EXCITED I’m sure whatever turn it takes it’s gonna be amazing love! I hope you are doing great! And see you in the next chapter!

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Hi gorgeous!!!

new chapter is done! just need to organize the headings and stuff!

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pedrosyouknowwhat · 3 months ago

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Hii! Just wanted to let you know that I love your writing and your “A Glimpse of us” series is constantly on my mind.

oh thank you gorgeous!! i’ll promise i’ll update asap!

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pedrosyouknowwhat · 3 months ago

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I LOVE UUUU

surrender

Summary: Catfish is made to choose.

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOOOOT EATTTT. Noncon, dark dark themes, sexual slavery, reader is in pain and exhausted, heed all previous warnings, threatening, Dark Joel, forced drinking, manipulation, mentions of noncon, idk what else to tag

Joel felt over aware. As he sat down on the brittle wooden chair, fingerprints drawing circles on the table, the whiskey slid easily down his throat. Something he had gotten from trading with Jackson.

Your image dwindled on his mind, growing weaker by each passing minute. Naked, battered and bruised. He knew you were in pain, pretty cunt gaping obscenely. He knew that he could just crawl over you and fuck you once again if he wished it. You still laid in his bed, bathed and draped in new sheets, awaiting.

The door creaked open, the afternoon breeze accompanying the intruder of his thoughts. Whiskey’s shoulders squared with pride and his chest puffed, closing the door with a cocky kick of his heel.

Joel observed him as he strutted towards the table. His arm stretched under the thick denim of his jacket, and he presented his palm with a cocky grin.

The metal was tarnished, coppery, but the outline was clear. A tiny helicopter pin, Whiskey offered.

Joel felt amusement tug at his lips, but he schooled his expression. The pin clattered against the table, Joel’s eyes glued to it.

Sweet fucking Bingo.

The key to make you finally un-cling to Catfish right in his hands. He took it in his pointer and thumb, observing the way the kitchen light caught onto it.

Whiskey hummed, snapping him out of his thoughts once more.

“I think this settles for a good hour…” He drawled, eyebrow cocking teasingly. A part of him was joking, and the other part of him created a prominent bulge in his pants.

Joel avoided a disgusted scrunch of his face, fighting twitching muscles.

“She’ll need a break for tonight.” He declared, a solemn order that wiped the smirk off his man’s face. "But you'll be rewarded for this, that I promise."

Joel would he lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the way Catfish flinched as the refrigerator door slammed closed under his grip. The cool, condensed bottle sent jolts along his hands. He was buzzing with excitement as he twirled on his feet and planted the bottle on the table with a slight thump.

He ignored the hollers of enjoyment of his fellow men, kicking the chair and taking a seat. Catfish froze under his stare, the all consuming guilt, he pondered.

He grabbed the tumblers on the table, filling them up. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. He poured more onto the last one, and pushed the glass to his designated driver.

Catfish’s brows furrowed under the baseball cap, shaking his head slightly. Joel could see the circles under his eyes, could feel the tenseness of his tanned skin; all a result of you. Your stay in the house was driving him mad.

“Not drinking tonight.” Catfish grumbled, but Joel tapped the glass in front of him.

“You’ll need it.” He muttered, enough to make the others cast side eyed glances at him, with sneaky intrigue. An order.

Javier cleared his throat, flicking ashes into the tray. “How’s the bitch?”

Bitch. Joel liked the ring of that nickname.

Joel’s lips curled into a sloppy smirk. “Fucked out.” He responded casually. “Giving her some damn rest, she took it like a champ.”

Javier smiled in agreement, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Catfish’s hand tense around the condensed glass. Of course he wouldn't enjoy the way they talked about her.

“Gonna bring some ‘plan b’s tomorrow.” He informed, gingerly. “no need to knock her up.”

Joel felt his muscles turn taut, and he grounded his teeth.

“Definitely.” Dieter added, with an air of authority he shouldn’t have. “No need for a little fucker here.”

Some laughed, Oberyn tsked, eyes dreamy as always. “She’d look nice, all round, those tits would be something I’d die for.”

The chair screeched as Catfish rose to his feet, still clutching the tumbler in his hand. Eyes shot at him.

“Where ya going?” Joel barked, a bit more forceful than he would wanted to. God, adrenaline was nibbling at him.

Hatred.

It spread all around Catfish’s face as he looked at them. As if he was any more worthy than they were, any more good. A look he had from the very first time, when Joel recruited him, that told him he thought he was far above them.

“I’m going to bed.” He answered, though his feet stayed stuck to the ground, awaiting.

“No, you’re not.” Joel nudged to the chair. Catfish sat down with a sigh. Good boy.

“What’s the matter?” Acacius frowned, leaning back into the wooden seat. “Don’t like us talking about her like that?”

Catfish’s jaw twitched.

“You never had an issue before.” Whiskey added, the thick smoke of his cigar curling around him in the air. "you even fucked some bitches back then."

Catfish took a sip of whatever was in his cup, perhaps to deter the questioning, perhaps because of the way Joel burnt holes into his skull with his eyes was making him uneasy.

And they persisted.

“You are too soft on her,” Javier deemed between curls of smoke. "that's why she clings so much to ya."

They agreed silently, and Joel felt the flames of jealousy licking at his spine. Each time you mumbled his name softly, he could almost feel the need in your voice for it to be him. To be Catfish the man that was pleasuring you.

As if he was the only man that could do it.

"What were you talking about in the shower?"

Catfish's face paled, but he still cleared his throat. "Nothin'."

"Didn't sound like nothing." Joel bit, studying carefully the nervous flicker of Catfish's hands. "She wants ya to fuck her?"

Catfish grimaced at the crassness of his words, untouched by the way Joel dipped his hand onto the pocket of his shirt.

"She's loosing her mind." He cleared, voice a plea, an excuse, whatever. It didn't matter to Joel.

He shrugged before dropping the pin onto the table; Catfish's eyes flickered from the dark onyx pools that gazed slowly up at him and the tarnished metal that clattered against the table.

His lips parted.

Bingo.

"How's your boy?" Joel drawled, tapping his big, imposing fingers on the wooden table. For a mere moment, he was alone with Catfish, just them under the warm lamp light. "What was his name, Tyler?"

"Joel." Catfish groaned, eyes glued to the silver helicopter.

"When was the last time you saw him, huh?"

Hands curled onto fists, and they slammed against the table. Enough.

Perhaps Joel was blissfully ignorant of the men around them, but Catfish was painfully aware. They were the only thing deterring him from pouncing on top of him.

"What have you done?" He spat, voice shivering.

Joel chuckled darkly, "Nothin'." He retorted.

He could see the way silence clawed at his ears, oh so begging for an answer.

"I haven't done anything, yet." Joel punctuated, slowly feeding him. "Just like you haven't fucked our little bitch yet."

Realization casted on Catfish features, and he shook his head on instinct.

"Joel, this is serious-"

"You know what is serious to me?" He cut him short. "That I cannot possibly trust one of my men anymore, just because he is pussy-whipped with a pussy he doesn't even fuck."

Joel's glare was intense, diminishing Catfish with his sharp tongue.

"And if I can't trust ya, then I have no reason to keep evading that little camp were your son is at."

His final jab made Catfish's eyes cloud with frustration, tears almost brimming. Fear bubbled in his throat as he spoke.

"What do you want from me?"

Cracked.

"You have to fuck her."

Catfish let out a dry, humorless laugh. Panic was nipping at him.

"What do you win from that?"

Joel's brows furrowed. "I miss the times were you just obeyed."

But as his hand reached over to the pin, Catfish spoke again. "Fine, Joel, fine."

Sweat beaded at his forehead just below his baseball cap, and his puppy dog eyes were wide, fearful.

A smug grin tugged at Joel's lips, triumphant in all it's glory. He downed the glass and rose to his feet in anticipation.

"You don't mean-"

"Yes, now. Finish your drink."

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pedrosyouknowwhat · 3 months ago

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you're cruel LEAVING US ON A CLIFF HANGER GOOD AS USUAL😭

joel’s worse and y’all still love him

lol sorry

tysm babe

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