#sweet pea preference

[logomaru]

Gerbera daisies

[ailelie]

Gochujang Miso + couscous soup recipe

Boil a little over a cup of water and add a half cup of big pearl couscous and a hefty spoonful of Gochujang. Add a tablespoon of butter. Let boil for 8 minutes.

(Stir occasionally if you don't want coucous sticking to the bottom of your pan).

When done, add a splash more water to make it more soupy and a hefty spoonful of miso (the water also helps the miso blend in).

Eat.

I wasn't super hungry so I wanted something simple and fairly light. If you don't have couscous, any small pasta will do. Alternatively, if you have cooked rice on hand, you could use that instead, too.

[iicarused]

##most desired

y!vox x reader // y!alastor x reader // y!adam x reader

synopsis: two overlords and an angel who are insufferably in love with you. // she / her pronouns

beware: DARK THEMES // obsessive behaviour, heavy yandere aspects, stalking,

notes: the most y/n thing i ever made

you were one of the first overlords of hell that remained in the same rank to this day. everyone knew of you and dared not whisper your name in fear that you would come for them. they saw you in the streets or at downtown bars, sometimes at a corner table of ozzie’s. you were a mystery that preferred bringing misery.

little to no people knew of your background. it was swept under the rug to never be looked at again, and maybe lucifer helped with that. you were an angel before, way back when the rules were more strict and heaven was nothing more than a guarded kingdom.

“just one chance, y/n!” adam urged. “one date — that is all i ask for!”

you scoffed at his antics, growing used to his advances of being asked for your hand. “how many times do i have to say i’m not interested? i have work. get going before sera is on my ass.”

sera. your old boss and best friend — everything you worked towards was being at her level — instead came crashing down when you disagreed with the exterminations. adam watched you fall, but sera was the cause.

downstairs, lucifer helped cover it up. it was big talk around hell for quite some time until it was thrown under the rug and you could live in peace. while your power cannot compare to the rulers of hell, it comes close. you’re just careful of not showing that.

the radio demon always shown great interest in you — not that he knew you personally — but enjoyed your story like an old tale. while he isn’t sure which story is the real one, he enjoys the theories that you were just a hellborn that came up.

it was rosie who connected you both. she was a friend of yours, and one of the best cooks you’ve ever known.

“oh my stars! alastor! you have to come meet one of my good friends, you are going to love her!” rosie beckoned. “she is such a pumpkin and the cutest thing! oh, there she is! y/n!, over here sweet pea!” she strides towards your seated area.

you watched your friend gleefully place a hand on the man’s arm, her signature grin tugging at her lips. “this is alastor. alastor, this is y/n.”

it was nice to finally place a face to the name! he had a fondness to you from the start: sat with you at the small of your booth and chatted until nightfall, completely in awe of your welcoming personality.

but why wouldn’t you be welcoming? you are one of the main overlords, what is there to fear when nearly everyone is below you? alastor felt a sort of connection, a relation that you are no different than him.

his admiration only begins to grow from here and continues the more you interact. slowly, he becomes a part of your daily life and starts showing you off to the world that you are an “acquaintance.”

now it was no lie that your name started to spread around hell like a wildfire, especially to know your hiatus is officially over. back to the present of downtown bars and corner table at ozzie’s for dinner — your face was back up to being recognizable — and it was a wonderful change

it would not be until recent years when you would finally meet vox at an overlord meeting: his personality nearly matched yours. if not, then you both had a click that had you both in deep conversation right after.

you could imagine alastors dislike towards that interaction

“so you’re the big talk of hell, huh?” the host approached you with confidence inside and out. “my, what a pretty face! it’s practically made for television, how about we do something about that?” the moment brought your hand to shake his, vox brought you to his side with an arm over your shoulder as he walked you to your seat.

“what do you have in mind?” now, normally you don’t condone this behaviour — but he really piqued your interest. “it’s not like my face isn’t already noticed on the streets, for what reason does it need to be on billboards?”

“stunning features like yours should be shown off, and not just for the streets,” he emphasized. “here’s my card, we could talk more later, dear.”

alastor had a full front view of this interaction and a perfect angle of vox’s smug expression when he watched you tuck the card in your pocket.

now don’t get me wrong, adam has been watching.

he couldn’t let his sweetheart just go to hell like that! littered with sinners and demons and— you get the point. it was hard to recognize him with the mask he now wore, especially since he never made the effort to show himself to you.

what if you were angry at him? he seen your face fall when the topic of exterminating these wretched souls came up. he made a point to his angels that they do not touch a strand of your hair.

he can’t keep himself away from you though, not when there’s no bastards that are getting too cozy with you. his plans of coming back into your life needing to take a charge and fast.

coming down as he pleases to just see you, often keeping his mask on so no demon can see how he looks like. whisking you into the sky so you won’t be able to get away from him

he has your wings on display in heaven, don’t worry about it.

vox and alastor coming to find out someone from the heavens is coming to see you? this is by far the first time in history they will ever come into an agreement of something: no angel hands should ever touch your skin.

alastor makes it a point to constantly whisk you to the hotel, or sometimes his radio station to hide. “they won’t find you here, sweetheart! i’ll keep you safe.”

the way all three of them would become more and more possessive the more time you are with one or the other. you can’t say no, there is denial when wanting to just stay home alone. someone is always at your hip.

there is only so much time where you either kill one of them or they take you and hide forever: but forever isn’t long when adam has his angels searching for you each year.

“c’mon babe! we could go back up to heaven, i’ll pull some strings!” adam often confides.

“we could rule over hell with no one to undermine our power if we took the chance!” vox would persuade.

“we could hide forever and live however you desire if you just take my hand.” alastor chimes.

having these 3 men after you is something you do not want, especially when their obsession levels keep rising. at this rate, murder is an option. it’s only the matter of time.

[arminsumi]

more jealous sukuna please? and and sukuna smut too? your sukuna has been on my mind like a rotisserie chicken in microwave

LIKE YOU'RE MY QUEEN

“What would you prefer? Gojo spoiling you like a princess, or me spoiling you like a queen?”

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★ Featuring : boss!Sukuna, co-worker!Gojo

★ Synopsis : at a Christmas work party, your jealous boss Sukuna proves that he can treat you better than Gojo ever could.

★ Note : like a rotisserie chicken in a microwave?! 😂 best thing i ever heard

★ Warnings : 🔞 MDNI/18+, jealousy, possessiveness, rivalry between Gojo and Sukuna, reader x Gojo smut memories, bl*wjob + deepthroating, cunnilingus/facesitting, creampies, reader is on birth control, taking condom off (consensual), Gojo catching/listening thru door, +++

Sukuna steps out of a shower dripping wet.

He wraps a towel around his waist, and it hangs dangerously low on his hips, showing the definition of his V-line and his dark patch of hair. He wipes a clearing on the steamed-up mirror with his hand, then gets ready to shave – lines up all the products that he’s going to use. It’s funny; you wouldn’t expect him to have so many skin care products, yet he does.

Sukuna shaves his cheeks with a precise, beady eye on his reflection in the mirror. The razor makes small, sharp sounds when he drags it across his jawline, which he juts out a bit.

Why is he shaving so precisely? Well, Sukuna overheard you speaking once to a co-worker in the office, and you said something about being turned on by clean-shaven men.

After shaving, he puts on an Italian-branded moisturizer. He also dabs on a pea-sized amount of some special skin care product and using both his middle fingers he smooths it onto his skin in a sweepy pattern.

Apparently, you like it when men have a lingering moisturizer scent on their cheeks.

Sukuna spends a long time getting ready for the Christmas work party that he’s hosting tonight at his own penthouse. The whole office anticipates this end of year party from Sukuna, they’re very lavish.

You better notice his obvious efforts.

He knows you're an intelligent and well-versed woman. He likes that about you. And he likes your look, especially at the end-of-year work parties when you really glam yourself up for the occasion. But he likes your look even when you're scurrying around the office with messy hair and no make-up to conceal your imperfections, he still looks at you with the same lustfulness – like he needs to take you into his office and bend you over his desk for doing a good job.

Your boss distinctly remembers how you looked at the Christmas work party last year; your smile and glittering earrings like a treasured photograph in his mind.

He hopes you'll wear the thin-chained, diamond necklace that he gifted you. Whenever you wear it, he feels a bit delusional — he thinks you belong to him. But you’re just his employee.

Something your boss regrets is hiring a particular employee.

This employee is tall, sorely good-looking and charismatic to the point of making it hard for his co-workers (and Sukuna) catch your eye. Sukuna’s been battling to maintain his pride and not fire the man solely for charming you.

Sometimes you’ve noticed Sukuna clenching his jaw when catching you and this employee flirting by the water-cooler. He usually strides by and grumbles “Get back to work.” to disrupt the two of you.

Sukuna thinks this man has some audacity to get in your pants, considering the whole office knows that Sukuna has eyes on you.

When you first started out at this job, Sukuna was cruel and harsh on you even though you were clearly trying your best as a rookie – and what a cheeky move his employee made when he noticed this; he buttered you up after Sukuna yelled at you so that you’d take more of a liking to him than your boss.

One of the first things Gojo Satoru said to you was;

“Sweets, don’t listen too closely to the boss; you’re doing great for a rookie.”

And from that moment, you were enamoured by him. Your co-worker with white hair, standing at a big 6’3 frame, wearing an intoxicating Giorgio Armani cologne. You and him have a three year age gap, him being older and also a single dad… two things that turn you on.

Sukuna and Gojo may have the funniest boss/employee dynamic you’ve ever seen. They both act like they’re the boss.

Sometimes you follow orders from Gojo and say “Yes, sir.” and this makes Sukuna ball his hands into fists on his desk. He keeps a stoic, professional face. Gojo just laughs and usually replies with “Sweets, ‘m not the boss – he is. Right, Sukuna?” to which Sukuna quietly thinks of murder.

If Gojo wasn’t his best employee, you’re sure there would be a fight between them. It’s not the work ethic of Gojo that makes him a good employee, it’s the fact he brings in great business from around the world because he is just so incredibly charming and charismatic.

Sukuna appreciates and respects Gojo’s charm and charisma, yes. Until it’s used on you. Then he seethes.

At Christmas parties, Gojo’s always hot on you. But this year, Sukuna’s determined to make sure to corner you before Mister Blue Eyes does.

— ★

A dim-lit, lavish room big enough to accommodate the whole office of employees is decorated and filled to the brim. Servers sieve through the crowd. A glittering chandelier hangs from the tall ceiling. The work party is somehow even more lavish than last year’s, which you can’t comprehend.

Just like I said; Gojo is always hot on you at these parties. His eyes are on you (and blazing with lust) immediately after you appear. Tonight, you’re wearing a tight, glittery slip dress that you were gifted anonymously. And Gojo makes haste to compliment you as flirtatiously as possible.

“I think the chandelier is jealous.” He goofs, making you smile.

“Hey, Satoru.” You greet him.

“Hey.”

Sukuna watches from across the room as you two share a hug – and it’s a hug that tells a whole story.

You and Satoru have been clearly bonding as co-workers… especially this year, after you two went on that business trip together in Okinawa.

Well, now Sukuna regrets allowing you to accompany Gojo on that trip. Clearly the two of you spent the month steaming up the hotel’s shower and ruining the tightly tucked bedsheets.

And he’s right.

You and Satoru practically spent the whole business trip fucking like bunnies in as many positions as you could and in as many places as you could – both in the hotel room and around the resort you stayed at.

There had been a sexual tension between you and Satoru that built up during the work year since January, and it finally snapped during the trip in Okinawa when it was just you and him alone together. The first night? Gojo was so smooth it made you giggle uncontrollably, even while caged between his strong arms. He made sure to fuck your giggles out until they turned into screaming moans.

God he was skilled – really skilled. And you know what’s worse than a man who’s skilled in the bedroom? A man with a big, fat cock. Eight. A bit of a right-tending curve. Pale. Lots of veins – a prominent one running down the shaft. Pink tip. Taut balls, heavy with cum. No condoms as per your request after you saw it the first time. Creampies as per your demand since you had birth control. And be glad you had it, because Satoru’s cum was potent.

All you could babble as he fucked you each time was:

“God, your cock is so fucking big, Satoru!”

And he had a smug reply every time.

“I know, baby. But you love taking it, right?”

Satoru fucked you during that business trip like he was trying to burn the memory of how good he fucks into your mind. He nicknamed you his Sex Bunny because of how readily you hopped on his dick each time he flirted – and when the two of you were in the office again, he shortened it to just Bunny. It was like a little inside joke between the two of you, one that made you instantly giggle and feel hot in the face.

Neither of you counted how many times you two had sex in Okinawa, but tonight at the Christmas party you and Satoru reminisced about all the places you had sex in.

The hotel lobby with a remote-control vibe. The hotel bed. The hotel shower. Against the hotel window. Over a room-service cart. Standing by the hotel door – outside, not inside, at 3 am when no one was around but still it was risky. At the restaurant. At the other restaurant. At the beach. Twice. In the backseat of an expensive, rented car.

“… wish we could have ticked the plane off our list of locations.” Satoru smirks

“What are you two talking about?” your other co-worker, Nanami Kento, joins the conversation.

“Nothin’, just our trip to Okinawa last month. It was pretty fruitful.” Satoru holds back a laugh.

Kento nods, sipping his champagne. The three of you talk business for a while but then Kento leaves to go talk to Suguru who beckoned for him to come over to the other side of the room – introducing work people, you know.

“Satoru, you come here too. There’s someone I want you to meet.” Suguru calls for his best friend.

“Suguru, you’ll have to work harder than that if you want to tear me away from her.” Satoru jokes.

You feel your cheeks warm up. If it wasn’t for the professional setting of a work party, Satoru would be caressing your hips and kissing you as if you’re his to-be wife. Actually, Satoru seriously considers doing both of those things after hearing you laugh but then the two of you are interrupted by a familiar, strong-voiced man.

Sukuna seethes at Gojo’s audacity to stand so close to you. He purses his lips and tenses his abdomen muscles. He gets full-body fits of jealousy; his muscles tensing and lips pursing are common.

“Enjoying yourselves?” Sukuna asks stiffly.

“Of course – and you’re responsible for it.” Gojo cheeks.

There’s an underlying meaning to his response that Sukuna pieces together instantly – his jaw clenches but he maintains his composure.

You’re flitting your attention between the men.

Gojo is severely good-looking. Not just because he won the genetic lottery, but because he maintains his looks with high-end classy fashion and he refines himself to the point of looking ready for a model photoshoot.

Sukuna has a sensual, firm feeling to his looks. Jawline sharp enough to cut, and his voice cuts too – he’s sliced through the tension between you and Gojo. Cleaving Gojo is just something he enjoys doing. He’s a bit sadistic, he delights in Gojo’s downfall. You’re being charmed away by Sukuna with each word he speaks.

So Gojo flirts harder.

Then Sukuna flirts harder.

You feel a bit small with these two big, muscular men in suits clustering close to your tinier body. They’re like peacocks having a feather show-off competition to win you over.

Both men are trying to undress you with their eyes, their pupils peeling back the thin fabric cradling your breasts. Sukuna’s feasted on your cleavage many times when you’ve bent over in the office to pick something up. It irks him that Gojo has had the privilege of playing with your breasts and he hasn’t yet.

He’s pooling with jealousy; it’s spilling through his tone as he continues talking with you and Gojo.

Sukuna notes that you’re wearing the thin-chained, diamond necklace that he hoped you'd wear.

Your dress glitters.

Sukuna gets a little hard right then because he stares at you for too long. The dress hugs the shape of your body so that every kink and curve is unconcealed. It leaves little up to the imagination.

That's what he likes to see. His favorite employee wearing his necklace and his dress at his party.

The men talked business with you for a bit, but not for long.

"She looks like a goddess tonight, doesn’t she, Sukuna? I don't know how any man here is standing upright. Me personally, my knees are buckling."

Your cheeks burn, “Oh, Satoru, you’re laying it on thick, you flirty bastard.” You light-heartedly shove his chest.

Sukuna clenches his jaw.

Not only did your response to Gojo’s flirting irk Sukuna, but also the way you used his first name – you’re that close? And you touching Gojo was just the nail in the coffin.

“You talk a lot as usual, Gojo.” Sukuna’s professional tone slips for a second.

“I know, I know…” Gojo smirks cheekily, knowing he was chipping away at Sukuna. “But don’t you think that dress just fits her form so perfectly?” he emphasizes.

“Yes, it was made for her.” Sukuna replies. Gojo tilts his head in surprise. “I contacted a friend overseas and asked if he could have it made in time for Christmas. Good to see my efforts weren’t for nothing.”

Your cheeks burn as Sukuna reveals that he bought the dress for you. He’d gotten your measurements from your tailor.

"Oh! — oh my god, you really didn't have to do that for me, Sukuna." you reply humbly.

Sukuna smirks smugly after hearing his name from your lips.

"I absolutely had to. You deserved it after working so hard for me this year."

Gojo has goes quiet and purses his lips.

"Your efforts definitely weren't for nothing, Sukuna." Gojo chimes in smoothly.

"Ahah, Satoru you're really overdoing it. Thank you, though. Always nice to hear sweet things from your lips." you flirt a little.

You flirt a little.

Gojo flirts back.

Sukuna is teetering between being a boss of a company and being his old self who used to aspire to be a professional boxer.

Gojo is a man that gets everything he wants – you know, like he’s the chosen one and life was tailored to fit him. An excellent position at an excellent job, screwing his hot co-worker in Okinawa.

Just once, Sukuna wants to take everything away from Gojo.

Now your boss is itching to get alone with you. Gojo yaps, flirts, plays, never shuts up. Then finally, he readies leave.

“Alright, I’ll have to leave for a moment. Suguru has been wanting my attention since I got here and I’m such a bad friend that I’ve ignored him for your company instead.” He joked. “But I promise I’ll come back and spoil ya, ‘princess.”

No you won’t, Sukuna thinks.

And the split second that Gojo joins Suguru’s small group conversation, Sukuna steers you through the crowd and leads you up the stairs – holding your hand like a real gentleman, you thought. But Sukuna’s a gentleman with carnal, primal desires.

He looks at your neck, at the necklace, then his eyes trail down to your cleavage and he admires the dress as it shimmers in the dim light.

He decides that tonight he'll win you over.

Enough of this peacock war between Sukuna and Gojo. He's the boss, right?

— ★

You sit cross-legged on a lush, black sheet bed, giggling at the dirty jokes that your boss, Ryomen Sukuna, is muttering into your ear. He makes you wiggle your foot flirtatiously, your high heel slipping off a bit.

The party is still ongoing downstairs. Gojo Satoru wonders where you are but Geto Suguru is keeping him locked in a business conversation with Nanami Kento and Fushiguro Toji.

You act like Sukuna’s flirting is too hot and heavy for you to handle. A big grin is plastered on your face.

He leans in close to your ear. You catch a whiff of his intoxicating after-shave oil and his cologne; he smells spicy and expensive.

Then he asks you a question that ends the playful flirting and turns the atmosphere into a serious lust.

"What would you prefer? Gojo spoiling you like a princess, or me spoiling you like a queen?"

He sees your eyes light up and your body shift excitedly. His closeness makes your breath hitch.

"I-if I'm being honest? The latter."

“I think you’re lying.” He teases.

“Lying? Why do you think so?” you ask flirtatiously.

Sukuna’s lips graze yours.

“Because you’ve been flirting like a slutty little princess with him all night.”

You swallow. His cologne floods your head. You can’t think straight. You look down and see he’s got a bulge in his tight pants. It takes all your self-restraint not to reach out and squeeze his cock through his pants; it looks so delicious.

“Am I wrong?” he asks after you’ve gone silent for much too long. “Maybe you want both of us.”

“Of course I do.” You admit openly.

“Oh? You’re sluttier than I thought.” He smirks.

“Isn’t that why I’m your favorite employee?” you tease.

“Hmmm… I don’t know if you’re still my favorite employee after admitting you want both me and Gojo.” He replies.

“Aw… well, if I’m not your favorite employee anymore…”

Your fingertips reach out and touch the curve of his cock.

“… can I become your favorite slut?”

Those words go straight to his cock. It’s straining against his pants now. He’s so hard it’s getting jumpy, you can see it visibly twitching in his pants.

***

Pants unzipped, head tilted back, eyes shut in bliss, Sukuna palms your head up and down on his cock, making your lips slide up and down his cock.

You splutter when he hits the back of your throat, and gag when he starts to slide his big cock down your throat.

“Ghhhn.” You gargle and choke as his thick, bulbous cockhead stretches out your throat.

He tastes so addicting. That’s something Sukuna has in common with Satoru; tasting so damn good. Is it their lifestyles? Their diets? Who knows. You remember sucking Satoru dry in Okinawa because his cum just tasted so good.

Taking as much of your boss’ cock as you can, you let him keep you down on it for a few seconds before hastily pulling off for air.

He groans loudly.

“Fuck, maybe you will become my favorite slut after tonight.” He jokes. “Look how fucking sloppy you’ve made my cock.”

You wipe the saliva from your chin and lips, smiling happily at Sukuna’s slicked cock.

He changes positions. The bedsheets rustle as he lays on it, stretching his long legs out. His cock sways as he moves, you eye it out.

“Come here.” He commands with a beckoning finger.

You crawl over to him and straddle his lap. He rests his hands on your hips and looks at your glittering slip dress – it rises over the curve of your thigh. He squeezes the plush fat there, letting out a groan of satisfaction at the sensation of your flesh moulding to his hand.

“You’ve been a good slut to me, now tell me what you want first; do you want me to treat you like a slut or like my queen?”

“Like your queen.” you reply with sparkly eyes.

“Then come up here and sit on your throne, my queen.” He commands.

You look at him dumbstruck.

During the trip in Okinawa, Gojo wasn’t opposed to eating you out – if you asked him he would do it. But he wasn’t all too good at it, it was just for prep. You didn’t complain because he made up for it by luring multiple orgasms out of your pussy with his cock.

Your hips hover inches above your boss’ tattooed face. His eyes catch on the slick that’s dribbling out your hole and smearing across your inner thigh. He notices you hesitate to sit down on his face.

“Sit.” He commands again.

But before you lower your pussy onto his face, he does it himself – by grabbing your hips and bringing you down.

“Oh! Fuck! Mmm!” you gasp.

Sukuna wastes no time working his skilled tongue into your pussy.

At first he runs his tongue up and down the slit, not quite parting it yet. Teasing, light licking up to your clit, he grazes circles around it with his pointed tongue. You squirm your hips, so he holds them more firmly.

“Don’t you fucking squirm. Stay right here, my queen.”

Sukuna’s words and breath go right against your puffy clit. It’s buzzing and sensitive, needy for attention. You gasp loudly when you feel him kiss it. Then he kisses it again – sloppier, and starts making out with your clit as if it’s your lips.

“Oh, fuck! S-sir!” you breathe excitedly.

He hums against your clit, smug that you’re still calling him ‘Sir’.

Now he starts to suckle your clit gently, massaging his tongue into it while he does. His big hands caress up and down your shuddering thighs.

“Mmm!” you whine, pinching your eyes shut and feeling good on your boss’ face.

He pulls his lips away, murmuring “Bet that asshole never made you make these noises, hm?” he says proudly.

Sukuna’s tongue flattens out and swipes upwards, he starts lapping like a thirsty dog. You hear him breathing and lightly groaning. Sukuna’s using all his tricks on your pussy.

You place your hands on the headboard in front of you and gulp, pinching your eyes shut even tighter. He can’t see it, but he just knows your lips are forming that O shape right now. His tongue wiggles into your hole, and he starts tongue-fucking you hard and fast. His lips press against your squishy folds. He can feel your juices start running down his chin as he continues.

“Oh my god!” your moans quiver. Your body trembles a bit. “That’s so fucking good!”

Sukuna smirks into your pussy and keeps fucking you with his tongue. You clench tight.

Sukuna works his tongue against your clit. He builds up your first orgasm of the night. His tongue goes faster and faster against your puffy clit, lips latching on and suckling it. You feel your orgasm nearing and your mind goes fuzzy. You’re dumbing out on Sukuna’s tongue.

It feels too good, you can't help but hump your hips back and forth on Sukuna's face.

"That's it, fuck my face." he groans and switches from thrusting his tongue into your hole to suckling your clit again. He points his tongue at your bud and flicks it rapidly.

"Fuuuck! Oh my god that's so good that's s-so fucking good! Please don't stop! MHM! Oh my god I'm gonna — cummm!!"

You roll your eyes back and feel your orgasm working up in your pussy as Sukuna sucks your clit harder. You zone out on pleasure and focus on cumming.

Sukuna groans into your pussy, feeling you gush all over his face. He’s a mess, his cheek splattered with your watery cum as it dribbles out. He keeps licking you through your orgasm, making you shudder and scream.

Sukuna lets out a naughty, humming laugh that gets muffled onto your pussy. You cum all over his face and shake violently, feeling your pussy convulse and contract.

There's just one thing you have to say to Sukuna for him to toss you off his face.

"Need your cock, please!"

He licks your inner thighs to clean them up.

“Sure, queen.”

— ★

Gojo's still enjoying the party, but now it's been an hour since you disappeared and he wonders where you are until he realizes Sukuna is nowhere to be found, either. Hm,

You've got your legs pushed back as Sukuna eases his cock into your pussy. He slowly stretches you open, savoring the feeling of pushing past your entrance.

Then he groans while he starts to fuck his inches into you one by one. Big hands keep your legs pushed back into a mating press.

You let out quivering moans and roll your eyes back. Sukuna's jaw slacks and he tilts his head off to the side. His fat cockhead prods at your G-spot and that's when you squeal;

"Fuck! Right there!"

"Oh, right here?"

"Mhm! Fuck! Right theeere, Sukuna! Oh my god, S-Sukunaaa!"

"Ooh, you're gettin' loud for your boss’ cock, huh?" he grins as he starts thrusting hard, sweeping thrusts into your G-spot. “I like that. Let everyone hear who’s fucking your cunt so good.”

He stares down at the place where you and him connect. Your pussy feels sticky all over as he fucks your juices out. His cock works in and out of you at a mean pace and you moan louder and louder as he goes faster and faster, totally turning your brain to mush.

"Ooh fuck!" you gasp each time he reaches a new depth with his tip.

Sukuna thumbs skillfully at your clit while pushing his cock as deep as your pussy will let him go.

He doesn't know where to look, because your breasts are sluttily bouncing in your dress and your exposed lower tummy is shuddering with each thrust of his big cock.

His breathing gets ragged, and he grunts, positioning himself at a better angle so he can reach deeper.

At this angle his cock has you seeing stars. Your mouth makes an O shape and you go silent, unable to moan because of how good it feels. How funny, he thinks. He's fucked you so good you can’t even moan, your voice is gone.

But then it comes back louder than ever.

"S'kuna!! Fuckfuckfuck moreright there please FUCK ahhhh god fuck I loveyousomuch pleasedon'tstopfuckingme!!"

His ego inflates after catching that ‘I love you so much’.

"That’s it, love me – never him, understand?" he growls seriously, and suddenly stills inside you. “Say it. You love me and not him.”

You gasp, feeling his tip pressing against your cervix.

"Yes! I love you, not him!”

Sukuna grunts and keeps pressuring your cervix with his cock. He roughly squeezes your hips, your stomach, your breasts like a primal lover.

"Tell me I fuck you better than Gojo Satoru. Scream it.”

His rough, animalist thrusts start up again and your eyes roll back, mouth hung open and teeth bearing when it feels too good.

"Y-you fuck me better than Gojo Satoru!" you scream.

Sukuna keeps making you scream this over and over.

"Keep fucking saying it, I'm getting so close." he groans.

Then a feeling comes over him, like someone's outside the door. He smirks and gives a glance behind him at the closed door.

"Say it again." Sukuna commands you, eyes still on the door. He's pure evil.

"You fuck me so good, S'kuna!" you babble, "You fuck me better than Gojo!"

"That's a good fuckin' girl.” He growls nastily, “Now keep telling me how much better I am than him while you take this fucking cock." he growls and starts thrusting into you harder and faster until his sticky balls slap into you loudly.

Sukuna keeps fucking you until your body jiggles at the force of his thrusts. You shift up the bed and cling to the headboard, Sukuna sees your tiny hand grab it and he puts his hand over yours.

Hands off your body, he fucks you full of his cock and makes sure it's as loud as possible.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! Nnnh don't stop!" you gasp, feeling a G-spot stimulated orgasm building up in your pussy.

"Yeah, cum. Cum for me and only me." Sukuna growls and pounds into you.

"Fuck, S'kunaaa 'm cumming on your b-big cock!" you scream, unable to keep quiet at all with how his cock is fucking you.

You shake from head to toe and feel your pussy constrict tightly around his big cock. He watches your eyes roll back and your body tense up as you cum long and hard. Sukuna groans and feels your milking contractions and it gets him close to his own orgasm.

"Hear that?" he talks, but not to you. "This pussy’s all mine now. I’m gonna fuckin’ claim it.”

He leans down and asks you clearly; "Baby, do you want me to take the condom off and cum inside?" he asks.

"Yes! Yes please! Fuck me raw, cum inside!" you cry, feeling his cock continue to pound into you after your orgasm.

"Good girl. Taking my fucking dick so good." he slides out and pulls the condom off his cock with a little difficulty, his fingers slipping. He gets a grip on the end and peels it off his cock and tosses the condom onto the pillow next to your head.

Sukuna enters you again and gets right back to the same pace he was fucking you with earlier.

"Fuck!" you gasp, thrashing your legs around. "Fuck, oh my god!"

"I'm close..." he closes his eyes and tilts his head back.

You look behind you to see him, eyes catching on his tattoos and flexing muscles. He's sweating and grunting, pounding into you like he's proving a point. Because he is.

"Fuck. I'm cumming, take it all." he growls and holds your body almost suffocatingly tightly.

You roll your eyes back when you feel him push himself as deep as he can go. Hot ropes of his sticky cum spurt out of his cock, filling you up so much that you can really feel it. Your pussy milks him through his orgasm and he moans brokenly.

"Fuck..." he slaps your ass hard, and thrusts a little bit more inside you just so that sloppy sound fills the room.

"Listen to that creampied pussy. Sounds like it's all mine now, huh Gojo?"

You blink dumbly.

Gojo smirks behind the closed door and walks away, shaking his head, muttering curses under his breath at his boss.

Well, how unfortunate, Sukuna fucked his jealousy out into your pussy, but now Gojo is throbbing with jealousy as he walks away from the door, defined jaw clenching tight and cock rock hard in his tight pants.

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[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙just say yes | CS55˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: father!carlos sainz x y/n faceless reader (she/her)

genre: social media au, established relationship

warnings: so much fluff 0 angst just lovey dovey cuteness & fun ! idek if there's much of a plot tbh lol

summary: in which you, your boyfriend and your daughter are the target of everyone's jealousy & you bask in it 😊

a/n: hiii i luv this request so cute & i havent done any carlos fics yet!! i love it he's soo beautiful fr! i've done the baby faceless tbh i felt a bit weird looking for pics hahahah anyway hope u like it 😊😊

request!!!: Can you do like a smau where carlos has a daughter and it's just fluffy as HELL !! And ofc we need lando and charles being goofy in the comments!

fc: various blonde girls from pinterest

my masterlist

instagram ->

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 vacationing with my girls

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yourusername im soo lucky

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landonorris you guys are always rubbing your perfect lives into our faces it has to stop

charles_leclerc i agree it is too much now

yourusername maybe if either of you could keep a girlfriend you could be like us

landonorris cant commit

carlossainz lando you need to grow up

charles_leclerc leave him alone he's a baby

yourusername i prefer the term pussy 🤷‍♀️

landonorris y/n i thought we were friends

yourusername we are it's called tough love

carlossainz55 sorry lando but she's right

user1 i missed carlando interactions

user2 me too so happy to see the carlando domestics continuing through instagram comments

user3 even funnier with y/n involved she's literally just an extension of carlos i love it

user4 best couple in the world

user5 only couple in the world more like

yourusername

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carlossainz55 me when i look at you

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user6 i love how all their friends are jealous of them too😭😭 it's not just us

charles_leclerc he's dedicated 😊

carlossainz55 thanks for being on my side charles 🙏

yourusername ur biased

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landonorris i know you're not talking about me

danielricciardo or me

maxverstappen1 or me

yourusername well i actually wasnt but now i am

oscarpiastri me?

yourusername no never you oscar my fav rookie

yourbff

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yourbff babysitting duties

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carlossainz55 am i in trouble in that pic of us

yourbff she was explaining to u that u brought the wrong pickles home for her

carlossainz55 so yes then

landonorris wtf is the wrong pickles a pickle is a pickle

yourusername shutup little lando you dont understand me

charles_leclerc well duh ur a woman his pea brain cannot comprehend women

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landonorris 🤐🤐🤐

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yourbff @.yoursister told you so!

yoursister wow that hurt y/n

yourusername no wait

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scuderiaferrari ❤️❤️

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user11 omg i love her

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charles_leclerc omg y/n being nice to me

yourusername it's the hormones and ur cute face getting to me ur soo pookie

charles_leclerc what is pookie

oscarpiastri dont ask

yourusername it means i love u 😊

carlossainz55 we are all so lucky to be subjects of y/n's affections so don't question it ok?

user13 omg carlos is so down bad lol it's adorable

landonorris come visit us too we miss you y/n

yourusername well i might. can i squish ur cheeks?

landonorris i'll think about it

yourusername im not coming till i have a yes for sure

yourusername posted a story

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user14 CHILDREN?? PLURAL??

user15 yes y/n we get it ur the luckiest girl alive

yourbff purrrrr

yourusername LOL??

landonorris share him? 🥹🥹🥹

yourusername not a day in my life

yourusername now let me come squish ur cheeks. charles let me do it

landonorris ok fine.

yourusername YAYYY

user16 most gorgeous man alive fr

yourusername posted a story

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carlossainz55 come back here

carlossainz55 please come back we miss you

charles_leclerc not you sneaking off. is carlos annoying you too??

yourusername you are too mean to that boy!!!!

mclaren you can stay with us!

yourusername poachers!! im much too loyal

user17 omg lol im obsessed

user18 SOO CUTE

f1wags

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f1wags carlos after the race with his longterm girlfriend y/n y/l/n today 🥹

tagged: carlossainz55, yourusername

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user19 she needs a ring asap

user20 r how long have they been together now??

user21 like 8 years lol

user22 carlos liked 🥹🥹

user23 they r so personal to me

user24 do u think they know how much everyone loves them & is jealous of them

user25 absolutely & they love it lol

user26 if they ever break up im done with love

user27 idk who's luckier her or him

user28 they're the definition of soulmates

user29 the world will stop on their wedding day fr

carlossainz55

liked by yourusername, yoursister, and 728,193 others

carlossainz55 my perfect family

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user30 stop it 😭😭😭

yourusername how did we create somebody so gorgeous😭

landonorris not you asking this as if you both aren't the most conventionally gorgeous people to ever exist

yourusername HAHAH shutup lando you are always slithering around to ruin our sincere moments

landonorris SLITHERING?!

user31 omg slithering 😭😭😭??

user32 lol at lando's comments he's like us

charles_leclerc let me babysit soon

yourbff why you coming for my job

carlossainz55 dont fight over my child

yoursister miss you guys!!

carlossainz55 we will have to come visit soon

yourusername ❤️❤️❤️

user33 put a ring on it carlos

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yourusername night off from baby

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yourbff everyone in the world is in love with you

carlossainz55 right well they need to back off

yourusername tehehe

user37 wow she's unreal

user38 wifeee

carlossainz55 you are so beautiful

yourusername 🥹🥹🥹 i love u

carlossainz55 i love you

landonorris Y/N?? YOU DIDNT INVITE ME??

yourusername ...girls night

landonorris BUT YOU ALWAYS SAY IM ONE OF THE GIRLS

charles_leclerc i wasn't invited either mate

yourusername im so sorry. you guys are grown men though

landonorris no im one of the girls

user39 one of the girls 💀

user40 i love lando & y/n's friendship so bad

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 our week off so far

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user41 i want her

user42 join the club

charles_leclerc is y/n available for brunch tomorrow

carlossainz55 yes

yourusername i am?

charles_leclerc that is fantastic y/n we will pick you up at 11am

yourusername we?

charles_leclerc yes!! see you then

yourusername ?? WHAT

yourbff aww i love my y/n

carlossainz55 yours?

yourbff yes she is mine! tyvm carlos

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yourbff pretty pretty girl

yourusername yup

carlossainz55 i told you you'd enjoy yourself 😊

yourusername yup

user43 omg the brunch with charles?

user44 so effortlessly cool

user45 looks delicious tbh. you not the food

messages ->

instagram ->

yourusername posted a story

liked by carlossainz55, yourbff, and 123,284 others

user46 brunch & then the beach??

user47 hmmmm

user48 wuu2

user49 charles forcing her to brunch & then this???

carlossainz55 posted a story

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yourbff 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

user50 MY PARENTS

yoursister AHHH!!!!!

landonorris heeheehee

charles_leclerc ur welcome mate

user51 OMG FINALLY

user52 OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

user53 OMG IT'S REAL!!!!

yourusername

liked by carlossainz55, charles_leclerc, and 792,673 others

yourusername luckiest girl alive

tagged: carlossainz55

landonorris congratulations parents

yourusername aww love u our little lando

charles_leclerc congratulations beauties

liked by yourusername, carlossainz55

yourbff my gorgeous girl with her beautiful daughter and some guy

yoursister the most beautiful amazing woman you've ever seen and then.....carlos

yourusername mean girls!!

carlossainz55 no they're right perhaps?

user54 LOL barbie & ken vibes

danielricciardo CONGRATULATIONSSSS 🥳

liked by yourusername, carlossainz55

lewishamilton congratulations ❤️

liked by yourusername, carlossainz55

user55 😭 so happy for them

user56 im obsessed with them.

user57 best couple on the grid period

user58 the most beautiful family ever. SO JEALOUS!!!

THE END ❤️

[toxicanonymity]

Pre-tlou Joel being part of a raiding group, coming across reader, and Joel claiming her for himself. Possessive non con 🥵

Raider (Original)

800 words, dark!Joel Miller x f!Reader

RAIDER MASTER LIST | joel master

WARNINGS - NSFW I8+ Noncon (via implicit threat) unsafe PIV, pet names and praise, oral m, dark, posessive. Joel can pick reader up. Obviously do not condone these things irl.

"Drop her," he booms at the men who are dragging you kicking and screaming as they bicker about who goes first. "Now."

"Relax Miller, there's plenty to go around," one of the guys says and beckons him to join. "Ain't that right, sweetie?" The man adds, lifting your chin with the butt of his rifle.

Miller raises his gun. "I said drop her." They don't. Miller fires a warning shot and they finally do. "Tired of you rookies," Miller says. "Show some respect."

"Yes sir." The men compose themselves and disperse.

Relief washes over you. He's saving you. You're going to get out of this unscathed. You stand up and begin to hobble away, sore from being smacked around.

Miller trains his gun on you. "Don't you fuckin' dare."

You raise your hands in surrender.

"Good girl, now c'mere."

You hesitantly approach him and he throws you over his shoulder. He carries you back inside, into a bedroom, and throws you down on an old mattress. Another man approaches and stands in the doorway. He tells Miller "Oooh, nice find." The man starts unbuckling his own belt.

"Did I say I was sharin'? Go do your goddamn job." He aims his gun at the man. The man gulps, buckles his belt, and scurries away. Joel closes the door behind him and locks it.

-

"Alright now, sweet pea." Miller unbuckles his belt. The blood drains from your face.

"Be a good girl and this'll be over quick, okay?"

You nod. At least there's only one of him.

He palms himself over his tactical pants then takes out his raging erection. It's imposing. You're afraid.

His boots thud as he approaches the mattress. He looms over you. "Now, you're gonna suck this cock and you're gonna like it, understand?" He strokes himself and his brow furrows as he looks at you.

You nod.

"Cause you don't want me passin' you to those guys, trust me."

You nod as tears prickle your eyes. You get up on your knees and take him into your mouth - not all of him, it's impossible, but you try. He puts his hands on the back of your head and fucks your face.

This can’t be over soon enough, but you also can’t deny a feeling growing between your legs. Having his cock in your mouth makes you tingle. It’s so hard, and his precum tastes nice and salty.

“Look at me,” he demands. You don’t want to look him in the eye, so you focus on his messy brown hair. It’s nice.

“Doin' great, sweet pea. Now do me a favor and pull down your pants.”

You take him out of your mouth and wipe the slobber off your lips. He half-smiles with a twinkle in his eye and strokes himself as you pull down your pants.

“Where do you want it, sweet pea?” He squats down and fingers you. Your cheeks burn when he smiles at your wetness. “This one?” he asks and enters you with two fingers.

You nod. It’s preferable to the alternative.

“Alright, you want it like this or you wanna turn around?”

You still don’t want to look him in the eye, so you turn around on all fours. He yanks your pants off to make room for himself between your legs.

“Good girl,” he says. He kneels behind you, then you feel the smooth head of his cock at your entrance. He plunges into you about half way with a grunt, pulls back a little, then plunges forward again, bottoming out with a throaty sigh. Your eyes well up in tears, but your body welcomes the intrusion.

“Damn, you’re tight,” he says as he fucks you, hands on your hips, pulling you back with each thrust. “Good thing I kept ya all for myself. They would’ve ruined this pretty little hole.” The tip of his cock pushes a special button inside you with each thrust, and you begin to unravel.

He’s quiet for a minute, save for his grunts. His grunts turn into moans, then you feel him twitch inside you.

He pulses violently, his large hands jerking you back into him as he pumps you full of hot cum. His pulsations send you and you groan as your own climax is pulled from your depths, contracting on his cock.

“Well damn,” he says when you’re both finished. “It’s a good day for both of us.”

He pulls out and you collapse onto the mattress. He comes around and looks you in the face and you look up at him with watery eyes. He cups your cheek affectionately and reassures you he’ll guard the room for you until everyone’s loading up to leave.

-

6 month note: Thank you so much for reading! I know this is old by now, but I still really appreciate your reblogs and comments. 🥹🖤 when I start to recognize raider superfans I try to follow.

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[mountainsandmayhem]

Shhh...Just A Little Bit More

Part Three (Soft Version)

DBF!Joel x Female!Reader - 18+

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 (Spicy Version)

Summary: Joel Miller caught you working where you shouldn't be after you promised to quit. Now he's taking matters into his own hands. Word Count 4.7k

CW: DBF!, Dom!, SoftDom!, use of nicknames (baby, sweet pea, baby girl etc.), Sub/Dom, DD/LG, use of a collar, use of toys. no use of y/n. no description of reader except for piercings. Praise, degradation. After care.

AN: THANK YOU for all your love on parts 1 and 2. I was in my feels when I wrote this, so this is the sweeter version of the two. I'd love to hear which version you preferred!

“Hey, buddy. It’s Joel.”

“Joel?” You can hear your dad’s muffled and panicked voice through the receiver. “Where’s my daughter? Why do you have her phone? It’s 5 am!” 

“Remember that time Sarah ran away to your house and you told me that one day I might be doing the same for you?” 

Your dad is silent for a while, a distorted higher pitched voice filters through before you hear your dad again, “It’s alright honey. She’s with Joel.” He lets out a deep sigh before adding, “I thought we skipped the rebellious phase with her.”

“She’s a good girl. I think she just needs some time to cool off.” Joel says, his voice is friendly and light.

You squeeze your thighs together and nuzzle deeper into Joel’s throat. You know what you need, and it isn’t to cool off. He and your dad have been friends since the day he moved in down the street. You were seven and Sarah was eleven, you thought she was the coolest person on the planet. Wonder what she’d think of you now, cuddled up against her dad after he just edged the fuck out of you after spanking you in an alleyway. You’re lost in your thoughts as Joel talks with your parents for a while.

A sane person would stop being so turned on right now. Fuck, I need Joel. So badly. Maybe I should rile him up some more. 

“I’ll come by this afternoon,” Joel hugs you tighter, bringing you back to the conversation. “Ya, if she wants to, I’ll bring her. She’s ok, just never seen her more - frustrated.” 

You squeeze his side, knowing he’s smirking about how frustrated and needy you truly are right now. He hangs up the phone and brings his lips to yours, kissing you harder this time. You moan into his mouth, hands roaming up his body to tangle in his hair. 

Holy shit, Joel Miller is kissing me. 

As you run your nails along his scalp he lets out a pleasurable sounding gasp. Oh, he likes that, he likes that very much. 

Got ya, you think to yourself. 

He pulls away to see you smiling at him. “This is why I usually tie naughty girls down,” his voice is completely different from how it was just moments ago. Deeper, more commanding, and it reverberates through you, right to your pussy. “Because they think they’ve found spots that will get them what they want. Let’s go home now, darlin’.” 

Joel’s front door has barely closed before he’s pushing you up against the wall, caged in by his arms and strong chest. 

Every bump on the drive home had you twitching, you tried your hardest not to gasp and moan but the combination of the gravel road, your insane state of heightened arousal, and the lack of underwear in your stiff denim shorts were all working against you. 

“Did you come on the drive home?” He says coldly, lips pressing against your neck, hitting that sweet soft spot just below your ear. 

“No, Joel,” you whine. 

His teeth graze your throat and you cry out, “It’s Mr Miller, don’t make me remind you again.” 

Your hands scramble for purchase as your knees start to give out, wrapping around the open flannel shirt he’s wearing over a fitted black t-shirt. 

“I’m sorry, Mr Miller. I don’t…” you trail off, you aren’t sure if you should say you’ve never been a sub before, at least not to someone this experienced. You don’t want him to stop, you love what happened tonight and you want him to show you and teach you what this all means. But even more so, you trust him to teach you. 

Joel stops kissing you, hands coming to your waist and lifting you so your eye level. When you wrap your legs around his trim waist you gasp out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Your poor cunt is begging for relief but you can’t barely stand your clit to be touched. His eyes look at you with concern. 

I deserve to go to hell if she tells me she’s a virgin. Fuck, you were so stupid when it comes to her. 

“I need you to finish that sentence, babygirl. You don’t what?” 

Your cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink, so shy compared to that bratty girl who told him to kiss his ass. Joel has the gut sinking feeling that you might have him wrapped around your little finger already.

Dangerous.

Very very dangerous.

Not to mention stupid. 

“I’ve just..” you start, he brings his hands to cup your face, moving a few strands of stray hairs that are stuck to your lips. “I haven’t had a Dom before. I don’t know what to do or what to call you.” 

Cute, Joel thinks to himself, she’s so fucking cute right now. 

“Well babygirl, when we are playing like this you do what I tell you, and if you don’t like what I tell you, you use the safe word. Do you remember it?”

You nod, biting your lip as you whisper, “Cowboy.” 

His face lights up with pride and in that moment you realize you’ll do anything to have him look at you like that again. And when he throws in a gravelly, ‘good girl’, any inhibitions you had go out the window. You are a good girl, you want to be his good girl…forever. 

He continues, “And when we are playing you call me Mr Miller. Otherwise, you can call me whatever you’d like.” He places a light kiss on the tip of your nose and you melt a little more into him and the wall behind you. “Do you have any other questions, baby?” 

Do you know what it does to me when you call me baby? 

Or kiss my nose or forehead like you have? 

Can you spank me again? 

Can you make me come? 

Can I suck your dick? 

How do you feel about anal? 

“Umm,” you press your lips together, eyes taking in every little bit of his face, trying to memorize this moment. “How will I know when we are playing and when we aren’t?” 

Fuck, if this girl lets me put a collar on her I’m going to come in my pants and then propose. 

“There’s my smart girl,” he praises, his coffee and caramel coloured eyes washing over you. “We can have a symbol, something I give you when we play. And when you’re wearing it you’re mine.” His voice sounds full of passion all of a sudden, each work almost sears itself onto your heart. 

Your heart is pounding at what he’s implied and you’re almost sure he can hear it. “What kind of symbol?” 

He puts you down and then gets on one knee to untie your shoes and help you slip them off. His warm fingertips trail up your legs as he stands before taking your hand in his. With his large palm encasing yours, suddenly you feel safe and loved, your pussy flutters at the promise of him taking care of you in a way that only he can. You know you’re going to be ruined for all other men. 

He leads you to his bedroom and it’s nothing like you remember when you’d play hide and seek while Sarah babysat you. Gone is the old wooden furniture and mismatched bedding. Replaced with a black metal bed frame, along with matching bedside tables and dresser, and the fluffiest white sheets you’ve ever seen. You so badly want to just sink in and get naked with Joel. It looks like it would be like getting fucked on a cloud or cotton candy and those thoughts are only solidified when he tells you to sit before he heads to the closet doors. 

He slides the barn door of his large walk-in closet open. The room seems to wrap you up in Joel’s scent, warm and spicy with a hint of vanilla. As he walks into the closet he toes off his boots and then slides his flannel off, placing it on a hanger. It might be your very neglected pussy talking, but you swear you can see every muscle in his body underneath that shirt and you unconsciously spread your legs a little bit. He reaches up above the clothing and pulls out a black box with a lock on it and then looks at you mischievously as he pads back over to you. 

“Sometimes,” he says gently, “A dom will give their sub a collar. When it’s on, we’re playing. You belongs to me. When it’s off, we can just act how we normally would.” 

A collar, definitely not sure how you feel about that. You don’t want to be like a dog with a black leather collar around your neck. He slides the numbers to enter the combination and then flicks the clasp open. 

To your surprise, he pulls out a dainty golden chain. It almost looks like a bunch of yellow paper clips strung together, and there’s a tiny lock pendant on the end. He runs the thin links through his fingers before looking over at you. 

“You don’t have to do this, I can just take you home and we can go back to how things were. Ultimately, you always have the choice.” If a stranger could see the way he was looking at you right now, they’d never be able to tell he was capable of the spanking he gave you earlier. 

“You’ll stop if I say ‘cowboy’?” You say, voice cracking, nervous and excited energy fighting for first place. 

“Always, babygirl. I’m here to dominate you, but I’m also here to take care of you. A good dom will always take of their sub.” 

“Then I want to. Please, Mr Miller. Make me yours.” 

He almost growls as he pulls you to your feet. You squeal as he hoists you over his shoulder, his hands strong on the back of your thighs as he carries you to the floor-length mirror at the end of his closet. He stands behind you as he works the clasp, placing the thin gold collar around your neck and then doing it up. He’s so close that you can feel his cock harden at the sight of you as he officially makes you as his for the first time. Joel's thick fingers trace along the rings, he thumbs the little lock pendant before he grips your throat just below your jawline. He applies pressure to your pulse point as his now black eyes come to meet yours in the reflection and brings his lips to your ear. 

With a growling, rough whisper he says, “You have five seconds to get naked and lay in my bed with your legs spread as wide as you can.” 

The instant his hand releases, you sprint to his bed, stripping your clothes as you go. He counts to five with authority and after what happened his truck, and now this, you’re sure you’re never going to be able to count without getting turned on ever again. 

“Such an eager little thing, aren’t you?” 

Desperate to hear him praise you, you lay on your back, planting your feet on the bed before letting your knees fall open. 

“Straighten your legs and put your hands above your head.” You position your body how he says, even though you’re completely exposed to him his eyes stay locked on yours. “This is how I want you when we start playing. Exactly how you are now.” 

He grabs another box from his closet and places it on the foot of the bed, eyes travelling up your toned legs, “I’m going to show you what you’ll be going to work with inside of you tomorrow if you decide to stay there. I haven’t forgotten that you were a brat tonight.” 

He opens the box and pulls out a black U-shaped piece of silicone and lays it on your belly. “Do you know what this….” 

He stops mid-sentence, eyes lighting up as they rake over your tits. They dance from each nipple, taking in the tiny barbell and the thin hearts that encompass each one. “You are a naughty little thing, aren’t you?” 

“I like pain,” you whisper, throat going dry at the admission. 

“My little masochist,” he hums. “As I was saying, do you know that is?” He nods his head towards the little toy. 

You shake your head, “No, Mr Miller.” 

“That goes inside your gorgeous pussy. One part pushes on your g spot, the other on your clit. I have the remote.” He holds up a small plastic remote with a few shiny buttons.

“Oh,” you moan, your lips forming in the shape of the word, nipples getting harder at the thought.

“I will keep it turned on low enough that you will not come. In fact, it might be more like torture than pleasure.” His eyes are sparkling at the thought of you squirming for hours.

“But I don’t want to quit,” you whine. You’re a glutton for punishment and you know Joel will dish it out. 

“How long is your shift?” He says, picking up the toy, the graze of his fingers along your belly sends an electric current through your body. 

“Four hours,” your voice is husky with need. 

“I’m going to get some lube and then put this toy inside of you now, babygirl. We’ll see how long you can last. Is that okay?” 

“Of course, Mr Miller.” You try to sound confident but in the bright lights of his room, you can see how dark and serious he looks. 

He lubes up the toy and then swipes some lube through your folds. Your back arches off the bed and you let out a loud high pitched moan when he hits your clit. 

Fuck. I’m gonna come with the tiniest vibration and it’s probably going to hurt. 

“So wet. So swollen. My poor girl,” he says mockingly, he’s loving that you’ve been suffering and on edge since the minute you saw him in that alleyway. 

The toy slides in and the pressure just from the silicone alone sends the air whooshing out of your lungs. You’re gasping for breath, your clit feels like it’s being zapped with electricity and you immediately slam your thighs together and start to whimper. 

A small, almost evil sounding chuckle comes from Joel as he holds up the remote. “Ready?” 

“No,” you gasp, rolling onto your belly. “I can’t. Please don’t.” 

“Are you going to quit?” 

You cry out in frustration into one of his fluffy pillows and then whisper a sad, “no.” 

The vibrator comes to life and the most intense mix of pain and pleasure floods your body. He’s right, the sensation isn’t enough to make you come, just enough so that you know it’s there. You bury your face deeper in the pillows, curling yourself into the fetal position, back towards Joel, as you try to breathe normally. 

Joel strips down to his boxers before shutting off the lights. He slips into the sheets, covering you up along the way. “Good night, baby girl.” 

“What?” You gasp. “Mr Miller. I….oh god…I c-can’t. It’s on.” 

“You may as well get used to it. You’re going to work with it in tomorrow. No more talking. Go to sleep.” 

Joel lays on his back, one arm behind his head, the other palm spread out on his chest. You flip around to face him, the early morning sun lighting his profile. There’s no way you’re going to be able to sleep, you shift your legs around. 

Maybe if they’re spread I won’t feel the vibration as much. 

That doesn’t seem to work so instead you squeeze them together. More pressure might make you come and then you can finally get some rest. Joel looks over at you as you jerk around silently. 

“Come here,” he says, patting his chest. You cuddle into him, one leg draping over his warm body. The arm behind his head wraps around your naked body. He feels so soft but hard against you. You can’t help but hump against his hip bone. You’re right on the edge. So close to tipping over it and coming. So very close. 

“Baby, it hasn’t even been four minutes, how are you going to last four hours?” He’s taunting you, trying to get you to beg. “You’re pathetic.” 

You can feel sweat breaking out across your body. This is torture, was right. You hate that he was right, but you hate even more how much he’s loving it. 

“Please,” you whisper. 

He pulls back to be able to look into your eyes. “What are you going to do for me if I make you come?” 

“Anything. Just. Please, Mr Miller.” You grind yourself into him harder, you’re so close that it’s almost unbearable. 

“Quit your job, baby girl.” He demands again. “I’ll tell your parents you’re going to work for me.” 

You start to pant as the pressure in your lower belly increases, you can feel wetness pooling inside of you, begging to be released. “I can’t take your money. Oh god - please - I ca-can’t. Hnnnnng. P-please.” 

A tear runs down your cheek and you’re not even sure why you’re crying, probably out of frustration.  

“You can. I’ll pay you to help around the house,” he holds up a hand, almost like he knows exactly what you’re doing today. “Not for the sex you’re guaranteed to get if you quit and come here.” He wipes the tear away and hikes his leg up to increase the pressure that’s already on the verge of making you pass out. 

Stars start to blur your vision as you whisper, “ok. I’ll quit.” 

Joel has you flipped onto your back, trapped under his weight before you can even register what’s happening. He’s kissing you deeply, tongue taking what it wants as your legs kick and shake under him. 

“Please!” You cry between kisses. 

His thick fingers slide between your puffy folds and the toy, you scream out as he pulls the toy from you. 

“Shhh…just a little bit more. I’m going to make it better,” he says gently, kissing down your neck, swirling his tongue around each nipple piercing. 

“Please. Please. Please, Mr Miller. Please. It hurts. I need, please.” You’re a mumbling mess and the words leaving your lips are practically incomprehensible. 

“I know. Relax baby. Breathe.” He says between kisses down your sternum, his tongue tracing your curves. When he finally settles in between your thighs he swallows hard, he wants to dive right in, make you drench his face as you come. “Look at me, darlin’.” 

His warm breath hits your pussy and you fight your hips from bucking up to his face as prop yourself up on an elbow and try to focus your eyesight on him. You didn’t know it was possible to be so turned on that you practically had tequila vision. 

His voice is serious yet calm as he says, “I’m going to make you come using my fingers and my tongue. Is that ok?” 

You nod your head and a faint ‘yes’, leaves your lips. 

“Can I lick and touch both the outside and inside of this beautiful, weeping, pussy?” 

His words from earlier echo through you. Ultimately, you always have the choice. 

Joel Miller would never do something you didn’t want and that sets your soul on fire. He cares. About you. Only you. Wants to do things for you. You are not a burden here. You are not a burden to him. 

“Yes, Mr Miller. Please. Touch me.” The room suddenly feels twenty degrees hotter, you can feel sweat beading on your skin. 

“What’s your safe word?” 

“Cowboy,” you hum, never taking your eyes away from his blown out obsidian gaze. 

“That’s my girl,” he says, sliding his ring and middle finger around your desperate entrance. You cry out, dropping your body to the bed. Pleasure. Overwhelming pleasure. “No no baby girl, eyes on me.” 

You somehow muster the strength to raise yourself onto shaky arms. His two strong fingers slide deep into your heat with minimal resistance and you immediately start gasping. Pleasure. Life altering, heart stopping pleasure. 

“Fuuuuck. Baby. So tight. Have you ever squirted before?” His cheeks are flushed with need. He might be the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. 

Your breasts rise and fall with your ragged breaths. You shake your head and moan out a ‘no’. 

He smiles down at your dripping cunt, “I can feel it. Gotta relax for me. Just breathe and let it happen.” 

Nerves flutter in your stomach and then he curls his fingers forward, putting so much pressure on a soft spongy spot that you didn’t know existed. On instinct, your knees try to close but his wide frame keeps you open. You yell his name to the ceiling, he knows he should punish you for not calling him Mr Miller but you look so goddamn beautiful as you start to fall apart. 

“Breathe baby,” he says as he curls his fingers once, twice, three more times. You can hear how wet you are and the pressure becomes unbearable. Stars blur your vision again, the walls of your pussy squeeze tightly around his fingers and then it’s just a blur. A blur of all consuming pleasure. 

“That’s it. That’s my girl. Come for me. Soak me. Good girl,” Joel’s free hand pressed down on your mound as a wet heat leaks all over you. “Good fuckin’ girl. Let go for me.” 

You’re not sure if you’re screaming or not, all you hear and feel is Joel. Everything is Joel. Strong hands, deep gravel voice, warm vanilla smell. He’s everywhere and you never want it to stop. 

“Keep going. That’s it. You look so beautiful,” he says, licking a long stripe up your fluttering pussy, drinking up your juices. “Oooh yeah - gooood giiirrll”

Almost immediately after your orgasm crests it becomes too much. You’re so overstimulated that it hurts and your moans of pleasure become cries of pain. You forget your name, where you are, you even forget your safe word. But Joel knows, he always knows. 

He stops pumping his fingers and says your name, “look at me sweet pea.”

You blink slowly, you’re wrecked, barely able to keep your eyelids open, almost convinced they’ve been replaced with steel. You’re sucking in air, did you not breathe that entire time? 

“Breathe baby, you’re ok.” He says, stilling his fingers until you’re ready. 

“I’m sorry, Mr Miller. I know I called you Joel. I won’t do it again.” 

There she goes again, being so fucking cute. “It’s ok, darlin’ girl. I want you to let loose when you come.” He places a few light kisses along your thighs. The sheets and his t-shirt a soaked, he’ll need to change things before you both get some sleep. “I’m gonna pull my fingers out.” 

You fall back to the bed and fist the sheets to ground yourself as he slides his fingers out. “You did such a good job. Made a huge mess. I’m so proud of you, babygirl.”

Every bone and muscle in your body seems to have dissolved and all you can muster is a weak smile and a little whimper of thanks. “I need to get you cleaned up. Stay here.” 

Stay here? I have no bones. Where else will go? 

The sound of running water coaxes your eyes to close. The mattress shifts under Joel’s weight as he sits beside you, lightly trailing his finger down the bridge of your nose. “I’m going to carry you to the shower. Ok?” 

You let out an agreeable hum as he scoops you into his arms. His warm naked chest pressed against you. He walks into the shower with you, the steam warming your skin. He places you on your feet and guides you under the water with him. Water is hitting you from all angles. You open your eyes to see 3 showerheads in his large, modern glass shower. A large rainfall one above the two of you, then two down the wall. The bundle of fresh eucalyptus hanging from one head fills the shower with a fresh scent. 

His fingers fumble with the clasp of your collar behind you, “how are you feeling after what happened tonight?” 

You smile at the white and black tiled wall as the collar slides off your neck and into Joel’s hands. “Mmm - like I’m not gonna quit my job so we can do it again.” 

“Don’t think I won’t put this on again right now and make you regret that.” 

You giggle and press your body back into Joel’s. He’s completely naked behind you and you have the sudden urge to taste him. As you spin around and get to your knees he stops you, “don’t interrupt my aftercare, please.” 

“Your what?” 

He grabs the soap and a fresh wash cloth and starts to work it to lather. “I told you, it’s my job to take care of you.” It’s too early to admit it to you, but aftercare is Joel’s favourite part. He’s grumpy and rough on the outside, but he loves the tender moments after playing with his subs. Especially you, and that’s something he won’t even admit to himself yet. 

He runs the soft cloth over your arms and chest, using extra caution not to catch on your nipple piercings. I like these,” he says, eyes memorizing every inch of the skin he’s washing. 

“Thanks, you’re actually the first person to see them.” 

“That right?” He moves the cloth down your stomach before kneeling in front of you and washing your legs. “You know what I think you should pierce next?” 

“I have an appointment next week for something,” you tease. It’s not a lie, you have an appointment to get a second hole in each earlobe, but may as well play with him a little. 

“Oh? Don’t tease an old man like that, baby girl. What new surprise am I gonna find?” He brings the cloth up and down your other leg. 

“What do you want to find?” 

His hands grip your hips and he spins you around. You have a small bruise forming on your one ass cheek and his cock jumps at the sight. “Belly button,” he says. 

“Oh?” You say with surprise as he stands behind you and scrubs your back. You turn to look at him over your shoulder and add, “I was thinking of doing my clit.” 

Joel’s hands come to his heart as he moans. “Fuck me, baby girl. I’d have to leave the god damn continent until it healed.” 

You laugh as he brings his lips to yours. You’re suddenly very aware of the fact that you aren’t wearing a collar. But he’s kissing you and washing your body. Does this mean that Joel Miller, your dad’s best friend, might have the same sort of feelings that you have? Or is this just what he does with his subs after dehydrating them with his fingers and tongue. 

“Stay in the warm water while I change the sheets. I’ll be back,” you look over your shoulder to finally take in his naked body. His back is lined with corded muscle, water droplets filling the dips and grooves of his sculpted body. It looks like you could bounce your whole fucking bank account off his round ass. 

Am I salivating. I feel like I’m salivating. 

He wraps a white bath sheet around his waist before you get to see his front - as much as you loved being taken care of earlier you should have looked down. You run some shampoo and conditioner through your hair, rinsing it out just as Joel comes back, now in a pair of fitted boxer briefs. He holds up a towel for you, and after turning off the water you pad over to him for him to wrap you up and gently dry you off. 

“Thank you, Mr Miller,” you say instinctively. 

He smiles softly at you as he dries every inch of your skin. “Go lay down, babygirl. I’ll get some lotion and then you need to get some sleep.” 

When you walk out to his bed there’s a t-shirt and a bottle of water on the pillow for you. 

Fuck. I’m in love. 

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[queenie-the-court-jester]

It's raining cats and dogs

My cat and dog hybrids, and random things about them! [Not proofread]

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★ Brutus the german shepherd

He's a big boy alright. A startling 6'6 frame, but that doesn't stop him from acting like a little bastard. He's playful and cocky, a little protective but that's just in his instincts to protect his little herd! In his physical appearance, He's starting to grow out his buzz cut, a pair of German shepherd ears ontop. he's hoping to maybe dye a couple strands of hair blond once they're long enough. green eyes that stare into your soul, absolutely no thought process behind them

★ dolly the doberman

Everyone loves dolly. There used to be another doberman named Danny but they sent him to the pound when he bit both the farmer and his granddaughter. She used to have puppies with Danny but they didn't survive the winter, they got sick and passed the coming spring. She's a little rough around the edges but you'll love her too right? Don't let Brutus hog all the love! In her physical appearance, she has very short brown hair and a pair or doberman ears, with one of them being a little bit, ontop of her head. 5'7 with a deadly brown eyed stare.

★ bladviba the black Russian terrier

A messy mop of brown curls he calls hair sits atop his head. He's usually out in the fields observing the cattle, black eyes staring out Into the distance. The others say he used to be a fisherman's dog but then he had to find a new home since he passed away one night. Stoic and serious, he's secretly a 5'8 softie who wants to hide and cuddle you somewhere. But that bastard Brutus would probably find you in less than an hour.

★ molly the chow chow

molly may be the smallest out of all them, but that doesn't mean she won't let them do all the work. Usually she's trailing behind dolly, claiming that since their names are similar they have to stick close together. She has a short temper and a little brutish, but you'll get used to her. Spiky short brown hair, with dark black eyes that sparkle when she sees you. A 5'2 sweetheart- wait who gave molly a knife-

★ sweet pea the Samoyed

Sweet pea loves many things! You, bones, their house, sleep. Okay maybe not many things but atleast some things! Usually quiet and following you from behind, they quietly take up the role of your 6'1 guard dog. Helping you around the barn, and in exchange all you have to do is let them scent you for another 2 hours every 4 hours! Dirty white hair, with black eyes as dark as charcoal.

★ bubba the borzoi

Bubba is so fucking done with both you and the others. Can you stop fucking singing 'let me do it for you' like shut up he's trying to do his job here. He refuses to let you see the slightest smile but just know he is smiling. He's just stubborn. Like VERY stubborn. Sarcastic and empathetic, a deadly combo. He could be comforting you and then calling you a blubbering fool the next. 6/10, would bite my ass. He's a startling 6'11, with blue eyes and light blonde hair

★ princess the ragdoll

Name the most spoiled housecat who ever lived. She lives up to her name, she's been in many beauty pageants and won a many prizes. Ribbons, trophies, photographs all align the walls of her room. She'll give you a side eyed look before making you go through a 600 step beauty routine, before ever allowing you to touch her. Atleast she'll cuddle you for hours on end, so the torture was worth it all. King is the only person she respects, aside from her owners. White long curly hair, blue eyes and 5'5

★ prince the Norwegian forest cat

He's the most humble cat ever known, all he really wants is to settle down, have a couple litters, and be a good dad. But princess hated his guts and quite frankly, he hated her. He much preferred you, he wondered how you'd look with a belly full of his kits.. he'll respect your wishes, but don't mind him breaking into your room every now and then. (He leaves hair everywhere, don't let him.) Ginger fluffy hair, green eyes and 5'7

★ king the Khao manee

King could either be planning your downfall or planning the entire family you'll have together. The greatest manipulator ever known to cat kind. He could convince you orange is red and red is blue if you let him (don't let him), he manipulates princess to do things for him but now that you're here, you won't mind taking over now will you? Sandy blonde hair with heterochromiac eyes. 5'6

Bonus: the forest pack ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- ︶︶︶︶༉‧

★ Roxy the wolf

butch werewolf? Butch werewolf. She's stoic and quiet, but she's just a gentle giant. Following her brothers around, she's very obedient and surprisingly, loves gardening! Long Spiky black hair, red eyes and 6'7

★ Silas the wolf

Silas is the leader, commanding his siblings when to act and when to fall behind. But he just wants a break and to lay down, take a nice long nap. Until one of his siblings comes running to him for help. Oh well, he had a nice sleep. He loves them, he truly does, but he wants a nap in peace. Very short spiky black hair, red eyes, 6'9

★ Milo the wolf

Milo is selectively mute. With a deadpan look always on their face and they seem emotionless, but that's not the case. They're just always distracted and can't really focus on many things. Be a little patient will you? Medium long spiky black hair, red eyes, 6'6

★ Kiki the Pomeranian

Kiki is some dog hybrid they found off the road and decided they're one of them. Feral and has a big dog complex. Tries to be intimidating but they just aren't. Sometimes they watch you work on the farm from the edge of the forest, a little jealous of the animals that get to watch you everyday. Messy blonde hair, black eyes that hold the anger of a toddler being forced into A school play, and very short. 4'9

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[fandomnerd9602]

So, how about Wanda and Yn had a one night stand months ago and Yn is now Pietro's friend because they work together and he introduced Yn to Wanda, not knowing that Yn is the guy who she talked about

You never thought you’d see her again. It was a happy accident that you met the most beautiful woman that night in the club. She told you her name and the rest of the night was a euphoric blur. You woke up the next day with a lipstick kiss on your neck, a parting gift from Wanda. You had hoped that maybe there might be something more, maybe you could treat her to a home cooked breakfast, maybe see where things could go from there. But no, she had slipped away before the sun’s early morning light could pierce your window.

You tried not to let the heartbreak of it get to you. So you went about your life. You went to work, befriended the new recruit at your accounting office. He was a nice guy by the name of Pietro Maximoff. Maximoff, the name seemed to ring a bell.

You and Piet, as he preferred to be called, became inseparable. Two peas in a pod, cut from the same cloth.

And then it happened. One day as you and Piet were hanging out at the office. She came in. The woman you had tried not to think about. Wanda.

She came in and hugged Piet tight. “Pietro” she said, her Sokovian accent that entranced you hanging in the air, “you goof, you forgot your lunch”

“If it’s your cooking, I’ll pass” he joked before giving her a noogie. He turned to you with a laugh, “sorry (Y/N), this is my sister Wanda.”

It was then that she locked eyes with you. They contained both shock but also adoration.

“I think you two would like each other” He said, “I’ll leave you to meet and yeah…” And with that Piet left you alone with the woman of your dreams.

“You look good” Wanda said with a little embarrassed.

“You look even better without the lights” you said with a sad smile. “I-I don’t know what to say”

“I’m sorry I left” she says with a sigh, “I was scared. You were so nice and sweet and…” Wanda began to tear up

You gently took her face in your hand, gently wiping away her tears with your thumbs.

“How about I treat you to a home cooked meal.” you offered.

Wanda simply giggled, “I’d like that”

And so you and the woman of your dreams reconnected and began dating. With a few months, you became engaged, and then married. Piet was thrilled to be your best man and then have you for an in-law.

[b1rds3ye]

I really love your masked reader headcannons!! Especially the LED mask ones. I think it’s such a fun concept and the way all the boys react/ accommodate the reader and their preferences is so sweet!

So idk what your familiarity to Star Wars is but there’s a people (Mandalorians) who traditionally wear armor that covers their faces and bodies pretty much all the time. As such there’s something called a kelblade kiss and what that is is when two mandos press their helmeted foreheads together as a way to show affection when they’re all armored up. I was thinking about this and how the 141 would react if the masked reader leaned their forehead against them in lieu of kissing their cheek in a moment where they wanted to be affectionate but leave the mask on? If you have thoughts I would love to know! <3

OMG THIS IS SO CUTE!! I was raised on the og Star Wars trilogy, even the prequel 3 by George Lucas but I've completely fallen off since Disney's taken the reigns 😭😭 BUT YES I know Mandalorian I didn't know they had the little kiss thing though IT'S SO SWEET TO IMAGINE

Any physical contact with Price is generally rare when he's on duty, it comes with him just being busy and the natural commanding presence as captain. But when you first press your forehead against his, John's initial confusion gives him a respite from the stress of the military now that his entire focus is on you. It seems he needed the affection more than you did. Now your little forehead taps are his lifeline. Your mask always gets his bucket hat tilting off angle, the front rim a little crumpled when you pull away, but it always leaves him wearing a fond grin that is for you and you alone.

It's a little awkward trying to do it with Ghost, not only is Simon inconveniently tall but his own hard mask makes such a gesture of affection have the tact of a kid shoving the faces of two plastic dolls together. Simon is solid and immovable, and is far too entertained by you nearly self-concussing as you tap your forehead against his, stumbling back in a slight daze. Still, the intentions aren't lost on him and they're very much appreciated. He doesn't do them back, but in more serious moments, he lets you stay, forehead against his. He can't see your eyes but he makes sure you can see the emotions swimming in his.

Soap absolutely adores them! It's your own little form of affection and he loves the little quirks that come with your mask. But for whatever reason, he's taking your little forehead touch as a competition. "Did nae feel a thing!" Johnny would complain, taunting you to go harder next time. At this rate he's just asking to be clobbered across the head but he believes that if it's from you, that's a damn blessing and whatever bruise that comes from it he'll wear with pride. He always reciprocates in kind. It's more of a headbutt with his over-enthusiasm but he must have a forehead of steel or something because he always pulls away beaming.

Your little forehead taps always leave Gaz giggling and bashful. It's been a little harder as of late since he now wears a cap with a hard brim, for a while Kyle thought your lack of recent "mask kisses" was because the two of you had unfortunately drifted apart. He now foregoes the cap whenever you're around. When you enter the room he gives an exaggerated bow down to you, jerking his head up to signal to his forehead and he won't move an inch until you greet him with a forehead tap (this also happens if you ever have to leave the conversation). He tried to give a forehead tap back once but he was a little too enthusiastic and needed frozen peas to the head for the rest of the day.

Call of Duty Masterlist Masked Reader Masterlist

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hey, can i have Lucifer x gn! reader that suffers from migraines? It can just be headcanons, really.

I dont have any specifics for it.

Nonniieeeeee, I’m so sorry! I’m not sure when you sent this but I’m finally getting to it. Thanks for being so patient, to you and everyone who’s requested recently. Also, I hope you’re feeling okay, anon. ❤️‍🩹 And as always, enjoy~

Notes: gn!reader, just fluff and Luci being such a sweetheart ALSO I GOT TWO LUCI POSTS DONE IN ONE DAY FUCK YEAH!!!

Lucifer x reader- S/O suffers from migraines

“OH DARLING! MY ANGEL BABY! Come, lay down. I’ll get you an ice pack. Or would you prefer a heating pad? Tell me what you need, my love. Daddy’s here for you~”

Good luck. This guy is gonna cling to you and baby you all day until you feel better okay? Just prepare yourself

Will literally, actually, for real do anything you ask. He just feels so bad for you and hates seeing you like this so go ahead, tell him what you need.

Meds? You got it! He’s flying over to get them so fast and returning to your side before you can even blink

You cold? Need a blanket? Come here, let Luci wrap you up in his plethora of thick plush wings 💋

Wanna take a nap? He’s draping blankets over you, fluffing the pillow before tucking it under your throbbing head, makes sure the room is dark and quiet.

Will definitely hum softly to you as you cuddle and rest together.

Lots of soft kisses to your head and face- comes in waves like…he’ll kiss the top of your head once and then a few minutes later, he’s peppering your face in repetitively sweet kisses.

Will also full-on make out with you if that’ll distract you from the pain *wink wink*

Also, a lot of gentle touches, lightly tickling your skin, letting his fingertips wander over any bits of exposed skin he sees.

Might even strip off some of your clothes but strictly for the purpose of exposing more of your skin for him to softly stroke or rub comforting circles on.

Plays with your hair- starts by gently running his fingers through it and eventually ends up giving you a scalp massage that has you falling asleep in his hands.

When/if you get tired of him being clingy or you just want some alone time, please tell him! He’d rather you bruise his ego a bit by telling him you need space than you be even more miserable with him around. If you need a break from him, just say so and he’ll leave you be but he’s gonna come check on you every 15 minutes and ask you like 50 times if you’re mad at him lol

Will happily run off to the kitchen to make you soup or tea, something warm and comforting

One time he accidentally walked in on you taking a nap and when you woke up, at first he was like “Hi, honey. You okay?” And when you explain in a groggy voice that you have a killer migraine and you’re trying to sleep it off, he lowkey gets mad at himself for disturbing you and begs for your forgiveness. No matter your reply, he still asks “Want some company?” Before crawling into bed with you.

Also, one time found you crying on the couch due to the immense pain in your head, the throbbing and aching becoming too much.

Luci dramatically swooped you up in his arms and took you to lay down in bed. Cooed in your ear while wiping your tears away and holding you close to him.

He shed a tear along with you bc oh no his poor baby is in so much pain, it physically hurts his heart

Basically, just the sweetest little sweet pea in the entire Hellaverse, okay? No one in hell could take care of you better than the big boss himself ❤️‍🔥

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ur student council is so good it lives rent free in my mind!!!!! what’s a day in the life of darling like I wonder?

I'm glad you love it so much! 🖤🖤🖤

Day in The Life with the Yandere Student Council | Part 1

When you wake up from a late night of studying 

it feels like you weight your eyelids as you splash water on your face

Continuing your routine you get pretty far before you hear a knock on your single-bed dorm suite (a gift from the Student Council President)

“Hiya (Y/n) I figured I’d join you two on your walk to class, today! Happened to have a bit of extra time on my hands!”

“You just said you skipped that entire club’s morning activities for this.”

“Tomato Potato. You should know not to keep flapping that hole of yours. Especially since you’re not all that secretive, Spencer.”

“Roman.”

Spencer the Vice President of the council has become a fast friend of yours

Being as privy to the more sinister and malicious intentions of other students specifically the ones obsessed with the council

And Roman the Sergeant of Arms and arguably the most popular next to the president

A newer guest but you won’t complain because he gives you some breakfast fruit

“Uh thanks for walking me you guys and thanks for the fruit.”

“It’s cool it is our usual routine.”

“No problem, Babe! Next time you should just tell me what you’d want for breakfast I’ll make sure to keep it in the meeting room!”

It isn’t long before Roman is called over by some other students

Blowing a kiss before disappearing in the crowd

“Phew I thought he’d never leave! He’s such an extrovert I never expected he’d ever walk with us.”

“Well I’m sure being an extrovert doesn’t mean you forget all your friends. Don’t be so harsh.”

“You’ve only known him for so long. Just you wait he’ll turn into the annoying people magnet he is.”

Spencer drops you off at class

Hanging nearby until the class begins

He begrudgingly waves bye to you signing that he’ll see you for council work later

And for the next to classes things aren’t too bad 

Other than a droning lecture there’s nothing that happens that you aren’t expecting 

It’s in your third class that will change

“Sweet Pea have lunch with us!” 

“I made you lunch this time.”

It’s June the Historian and his boyfriend, Gill the Secretary 

entering the class without any concern for the professor

Of course no one said anything only watching as your protests are ignored by the duo

June will keep whining

And Gil will only respond with excitement about what he’s made

So you’ll sigh and pack your things hearing the class resume as you step out

“So? How’d that project turn out? I know you were working on it for a long time after we got off the phone.”

“I think it turned out pretty good. I’m hoping I can finally get some feedback.”

“You know they are required to give you an ‘A’ right? We made sure they did not have the option to do otherwise.”

“...I just want to try to be deserving of it...at least a little.”

“That’s so cute (Y/n)! Isn’t that cute Gill they think they need to try!”

“It is very cute.”

Begin your impromptu lunch perfectly catered to your preferences that you never shared

“Alright guys i really should go back the next class I have—”

“Will be waived, if your busy doing student council work! Come on hun, help us with our work. I promise it’ll be fun!”

“Then afterwards we can walk home together.”

“Home? Who’s home?”

“Oh Gilly that’s a great idea! We can make it a sleepover!”

“Guys!?”

Of course outnumbered and overpowered+ you end up in the student council room where you’ll happen upon Min Su the Treasurer and the illusive President Lucoa

Part 2: Is Here

[atticrissfinch]

The Wound Won’t Close (dark!joel miller x reader) (18+)

Part two of All You Wanna Do

pairing: VERYdark!joel miller x fem!reader summary: just when you're starting to heal, joel shows up to watch the game with your father. you should be fine as long as your dad's around...right? CAUTION: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Unambiguous noncon warning.   Warnings/tags:  [18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT] explicit noncon, dark!creeper!neighbor!joel, girthy age gap (Joel is anywhere from 50-60, reader is 18), fetishization of new-adulthood (Joel gets off on reader being 18), mentions of blood, accidental injury, struggling, unprotected piv, anal scare, spanking, derogatory terms (slut, whore, etc)  word count: ~4K | ao3  a/n: y’all absolutely blew me away with your support of part one of this fic! So we’re back and better than ever with an equally unsettling, upsettingly misogynistic joel miller who i should definitely not find as attractive as i do, but we are who we are, besties. again, i do not support SA of any kind in reality, respect people’s preferences, and protect your peace, loves 💖 Series Masterlist | Masterlist | Kofi

Your last pre-college summer loses its sheen after that evening. 

You do too. 

The incandescent luster of your future feels like it's flickering. Like a dying light in a dank hallway. Didn’t food used to taste better? Didn’t you used to fill out your clothes better? Didn’t your face used to have a glow to it?

For the life of you— at least what’s left of it—you can’t remember. 

Although attentive, your father is not always perceptive. He thinks it’s nerves about leaving home, heading for new horizons. You don’t tell him otherwise. He doesn’t question why you find somewhere else to be whenever the neighbor comes around. Doesn’t think twice about how when he suggests inviting him over for dinner, you insist on a special meal with just the two of you instead. You won’t have nights like this often anymore, after all. 

He doesn’t even push too hard when you beg him to stop using his nickname for you. Say you’ll even take “sweetie” or “sweet pea”. Just not that. He simply rolls his eyes with an affectionate glint and throws an arm around your shoulder with an “Alright, sweetie bird.”

After a few weeks, the burning of your skin where he grazed you with his greedy fingers begins to dwindle. What felt like a dark void between your legs begins to reshape back into divine, delicate flesh. 

Your unsalvageable clothes from that day were properly disposed of—not even to a secondhand store, but to rot in a landfill, never to curse another young woman to the same fate as they had you. You pray Mother Earth forgives your negligence in light of this young woman aching to find herself again among the rubble. You’re positive she would understand. 

Forced smiles are coming forth a little less forced. Laugh lines recarving their way into your cheeks. A bit of color in them, too. 

And you think, as long as you can make it the next several weeks without having to endure his imposing presence, you should eventually be restored to your rosy-cheeked glory. 

Easy.

-

“You gonna join us for the game today?”

You glance over your shoulder as you put the dried plate from your lunch into the kitchen cabinet. You smile at your dad who’s poking his head into the kitchen with an excited expression. “Sure! Sounds good.”

“Alright, perfect. Starts in just a few.”

You nod in acknowledgment until the phrasing of his words catches up to you. “Wait, you said ‘us’? Who else is com—?”

You’re interrupted by a swift knock on the door, and then it swings open to reveal…him. 

No no no no. God, please, no. Don’t do this to me. 

But there he is. Case of beer in hand and a wrinkled smile, welcoming himself into your home without permission. Your fingers clutch at the counter. 

Has he ever asked for permission even once in his life?

“It’s game time, bud!” He announces jovially, saluting your father as he closes the door behind him. 

“Hey, ya old fart!” Your dad laughs in response, racing to give him a hefty pat on the shoulder and snag the beer from him—never one to burden his guests with anything. You’re sure he didn’t even ask Joel to bring over beer, Joel just did it to be nice. 

To be nice. What a fucking concept. 

Joel’s wide smile crinkles his eyes, following your father as he heads back to the kitchen to stow the beer on the counter. 

When his eyes meet yours, the sincerity in them wavers. Morphs into something far filthier. He licks his lips in what you’re sure is a subconscious reflection of exactly where his thoughts have plummeted. 

You suddenly become hyper-aware of your own outfit. Black spandex shorts and a cropped tank top. And there isn’t a shot in hell that Joel hasn’t noticed. In fact, his eyes are now glued to your fucking chest, only shifting to drink in the length of your legs, the meat of your thighs. 

“And this one’s gonna be joinin’ us!” Your dad reveals with a proud smile, planting a hand on the side of your head and bringing it toward him to drop a kiss onto your hair. 

“Is that so?” Joel utters, the fire in his eyes raging as he forces himself to pry his eyes from your body to your face as to not give himself away to your father. 

No I won’t. I can’t. How do I get out of this?

“Actually, I’m not sure, I’m not feeling too well,” You pull out of the air, feigning a wince. 

“Oh, don’t break my heart, sweetie,” Your dad says, his eyes growing sad. “How about you just lie down on the loveseat? You know I love when you watch with me. Means the world.”

God fucking dammit. 

You know he doesn’t mean to guilt trip you. And you can’t blame him for being completely clueless to the undercurrent of the situation at hand. He only sees the best in people. Definitely can’t see the heat in Joel’s eyes that hasn’t simmered down since he locked eyes with you. 

You sigh and tilt the corner of your lips upward to your dad at your side. “Okay, okay. I’m just…I’m gonna go change into something more comfortable.”

“There’s my girl!” Your father presses another grinning kiss to your scalp. 

Not wanting to spend another second in these clothes with Joel’s gaze perpetually dressing you down, you dart through the living room past Joel, decidedly blocking out the way he definitely checks your ass out on the way. 

With your door closed securely behind you, you collapse back into it, slamming your eyes shut and taking slow, steady breaths. In through your nose, out through your mouth. A phantom ache alights between your legs like a vivid memory or…or a premonition. 

God, please not that. It’s just a memory. It has to be. 

“Game is ‘bout to start, sweetie bird!” Your father calls from downstairs. 

“Yeah,” You reply, only realizing after a moment that your voice had barely broken a whisper. You clear your throat and send back, shakily but louder, “Yeah, be right there!”

You rustle through your drawers to find the least sexy comfy clothes you can find, settling on baggy sweatpants and an oversized tee. Not a line of your body shape showing, not a strip of skin below the neck. You even slip frumpy socks over your feet as the sickening memory of his mouth on them threatens to manifest itself physically from your stomach. 

You give yourself a final nod in the mirror and take a deep breath. 

You can do this. You can do this for your father. 

“Hey beautiful girl,” Your dad greets you as you make your way back down stairs and burrow into the love seat. Of course Joel is lounged on the side of the couch closest to you, his knee level with the cushion where your head lays. 

“Stop it, dad,” You mumble, fixing your eyes on the starting pitch on screen. 

Your dad engrosses himself in the gameplay immediately, shouting his interjections and gesticulating with a beer in hand as the game progresses. 

For being in a pretty comfortable position, you have never felt less relaxed. Joel’s hand stays put on his knee, but it keeps flexing periodically, stretching his fingers out and clawing them back into his denim. You don’t allow yourself to look at him, but there’s no doubt his eyes are fighting not to stare at you for too long. 

Every now and then, when your dad lets out a particularly emphatic exclamation, you can see Joel jump out of the corner of your eye. Like he’s been caught. But he never is. 

After a couple hours, Joel’s hand gets a little more bold, sliding onto the cushion inches from your face and threatening to brush his pinky against your skin. 

That has you leaping up from your seat, maybe a bit too hastily with the way the two men whip their heads toward you. You note that Joel snatches back his hand into his own lap. 

“Gonna grab some water,” You mutter, refusing to meet Joel’s gaze. 

You scurry to the kitchen, releasing a much needed deep breath at your momentary freedom. You snag a glass from the cupboard and fill it with ice water from the door of the fridge. You then open it briefly, scanning the contents for anything that catches your eye, or anything to stall going back into the living room. 

He would never try anything with your dad at home. No more than little brushes, charged looks. Nothing that can’t be hidden. Nothing like…last time. One yell and your father would come running. You’re safe when he’s home. You can do this. 

You end up just closing the fridge, fruitless. Right as the door swings shut, your breath catches in your throat as you spot an unexpected Joel leaning in the doorway of the kitchen. You startle with a yelp, the grip on your glass slipping and sending it shattering to the floor.  

“Fuck!” You squeak, looking around and snatching the towel off of the oven door handle to clean up the mess. 

“Everything okay, sweetie bird?” Your dad calls with concern from the other room. 

Joel responds with a grin before you can say anything, “‘S’all good! Just scared the bejesus outta her. I’ll clean up my mess.” And then Joel is grabbing some paper towels and crouching next to you. “Think we both know I’m good at cleanin’ up the messes I make, don’t we,” He says low with a wink. 

You flick your eyes up to him, but don’t say anything, gathering what you can of the ice that’s rapidly melting. 

“Got a habit of gettin’ yourself all wet around me, don’t ya?”

You ignore him, bundling up the ice in your towel and pushing yourself up to dump it in the sink. He follows right behind, pressing up against you and pinning your stomach to the counter with a deep inhale as you freeze completely, ice melting slowly into the towel. 

“Not gonna talk to me today?” He whispers into your neck. 

You roll your shoulder up at his head to shoo him off, your face contorting with discomfort. “Please back up, Joel.”

“Mmm, love how you say my name, sweetheart,” He rumbles, persisting past your indication of unease. 

Hearing that name, your stomach seizes up and you release the contents of your towel into the sink with a jilted motion. You inhale abruptly with a sharp gasp as something—a hidden shard of glass, you guess—slices through the palm of your hand. Blood immediately sprouts to the surface as you clutch your wrist in surprise. “Fuck!”

“Oh shit, sweetheart, let me—”

“Dad!” You scream out instantly, luckily resulting in your desired response of Joel immediately backing away and putting ample space between the two of you as your father rushes in. 

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” His eyes automatically lock on your grip on your injured hand. “Oh, honey, you gotta be more careful,” He expresses as he beelines for a cabinet and retrieves a first aid kit. 

“I’m sorry, I thought it was just ice.”

“It’s alright, honey. We’ll get it wrapped up, okay?”

Your father rummages through the kit as you run your hand under the faucet. You can feel Joel’s eyes on you despite your father’s presence, and you desperately try to ignore the way your hair stands up on the back of your neck—like prey sensing a predator. 

“Ah, shit, we’re out of antiseptic,” Your father sighs, “Must’a used it up last year when I gave myself that nasty gash on my arm. I’ll have to run out and grab some.”

You hurry to say, “It’s fine dad, I promise. I don’t need it.”

“It’s not a problem. Won’t take long.” You hunt for an excuse as he lays gauze on your wound and bandages it up with medical tape. “That’s a very ugly cut, honey. I don’t want it gettin’ infected.”

“Your daddy’s right, darlin’, I think he should go.”

Your shoulders hunch slightly at the sudden sound of Joel’s voice. 

Your father lays a kiss on your forehead. “I won’t be twenty minutes. Thirty, tops. Why don’t you go lie back down, honey.”

“What about Joel?” You ask, trying to stuff down the quiver in your words. 

Your father makes a dismissive gesture with his hand. “Joel’s a grown man, he can entertain himself.” 

That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. 

“Game’s still on, I’ll be fine,” Joel interjects. 

“My thoughts exactly. I’ll be right back, sweetie.” Your dad gives you a peck on the head and goes out the door to the garage. 

“Dad, please…” You whimper after him, knowing there’s no way he heard you before the door echoes shut after him. 

Your eyes remain glued to the closed door as you feel your pulse begin to race. 

“Your daddy said to go lie down, sweetheart.”

Your eyes fall closed as you swallow nervously. When they open, Joel is in front of you, that look in his eyes. The same one from last time. 

Last time, when your “fight or flight” activated, your body shut down into “freeze” instead. 

You know better this time. 

Without giving him any chance to move, you gun it out of the kitchen, leaping over the remnants of shattered glass and directly to the stairs up to your room. Joel lunges at you a second too late and tears after you at a frightening speed for a man his size, his age. 

A second before you can slam your door, a large hand wraps around the edge of it and wrenches it open. You stumble backwards toward your bed, your hands held up in front of you in sheer terror. The look in Joel’s eyes is far past hunger. It’s ravenous. Primal. Chest heaving with exertion. 

“Joel, please…” You beg, the back of your knees hitting the bed. “Please don’t.”

He advances on you slowly, fingers already working on his belt. “What makes you think you can brush me off like that, little girl? Hmm? Ignore me when I’m talkin’ to you?”

“I just didn’t…want…” You whimper, searching for your best escape route when Joel clutches your chin in his hand aggressively. 

“Didn’t want what? Didn’t want Mr. Miller to give you what you been beggin’ him for?”

“I haven’t—” 

“Don’t know why you been dodgin’ me the last few weeks, sweetheart. I know goddamn well I gave it to better’n you’ve ever had it before. Better’n any of those little boys your slutty cunt’s already taken.”

You cringe at that word. God, you fucking hate it. 

“My dad is gonna be back any minute,” You say, grasping at straws. 

“Oh sweetheart,” Joel coos, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb, “Don’t worry. This won’t take more’n twenty minutes. Not after watchin’ you all afternoon. Even in these sloppy lookin’ clothes. I still know ‘xactly what’s under ‘em.”

Joel’s face turns ruthless as he grabs the back of your neck and forces you down over the edge of your bed, bending you at the waist. 

“Please stop!” You cry out in a desperate sob, fighting against his unyielding hold as he uses his other hand to muscle down your sweatpants and panties. You would barely be able to tell you were struggling at all if it weren’t for the strained grunts Joel made as he worked. 

You don’t expect the heavy smack that falls on your asscheek, and you jolt forward with a yelp. 

“Stay fuckin’ still, you little bitch. Pissin’ me off,” He threatens, shoving you down more securely with another hand between your shoulders. He lifts his hand from your neck and finishes pulling himself out of his pants, rock hard and dripping.  

“So much more docile last time, sweetheart. What’s gotten into you?”

You wrestle and push up against his hand, but he just slams you down harder and kicks your legs as far apart as he can with your pants bunching at your thighs. He leans his weight into you more fully as he bends over you.  

There it is again. That fucking smell. Stale beer. Pine soap. Sweat. 

Your lips throb as you smash them together, fighting down the urge to vomit.

His hard cock seats itself into the split of your ass as he weaves his fingers through your hair at the scalp and jerks it back.

“You don’t stop movin’ and it’s gonna get much worse for you, little girl. I got a few options on where I could put this cock and I think I’m choosin’ the nicest one. Don’t think I won’t choose another.”

A shot of blind terror sears through you as he fits his free hand between the two of you and brushes a dry thumb over your other hole. “How about right in fuckin’ here, huh?”

In a panic you sputter out, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’ll be good! I promise!”

“You gonna behave?”

“Yes,” You confirm, your bottom lip quivering as the tears begin to well up in total defeat. He releases your hair and your head falls forward, plummeting into your duvet. 

“Good girl. We can work up to that sweet little asshole when we got more time, huh, darlin’?”

Joel lands another harsh blow to your ass and an obscured sob racks its way through your body. Your fingers ache with the iron grip you have on your bedding as you feel him prod at your entrance. 

“Not quite as ready as last time, are you, sweetheart? Not enough time to get you real juicy for me.” His cock disappears from your hole and you choke off a gag as you feel a warm wad of spit splash onto your pussy. Thick fingers work the lubricant over your folds and into your hole, followed by another fresh round of saliva. “There we are. Nice and ready for me now.”

You scrunch your face in anticipation as Joel notches at your entrance once more. You hear him spit again, but you don’t feel it until he starts to press inside and his cock glides with it along the shaft. You bite into your hand to stifle your cries as he slides into you with one stuttery thrust, your walls not quite wet enough to smooth out the movement, but not so dry it drags too much. 

“Come on, sweetheart, gimme a little somethin’ to work with here,” Joel mutters as a hand reaches between your legs to play with your clit and more spit expels from his mouth. He humps into you with shallow thrusts as he attempts to wake up your body to its current predicament. You finally feel it responding, providing more lubricant and easing the slide of his cock inside you. “That’s it, baby, just like that.”

Joel pulls out more fully now and fucks back in with more force, hands gripping hard at your hips. “Fuck, I love you like this. Get to see this beautiful, young little ass under my fingers. See it jiggle when I fuck my big cock into you. So fuckin’ pretty.”

He slaps your ass again for emphasis and grunts when it causes you to clench around him inside you. 

Hearing him talk about your body like this, like your youth is a badge of honor for him, has your stomach churning. You feel his arm dive under the hem of your shirt to grope at your tit, pinching at your nipple while his cock pounds relentlessly inside you. 

“Fuck, these perky tits. Could lose myself in them all fuckin’ day. Squish ‘em around my cock and fuck ‘em til I blow my load all over ‘em.”

Even if you were in a position to talk, you couldn’t express how much you fucking hate that idea. The way he feels so fucking entitled to every part of your body, not a single part of it you’ve offered up willingly. 

You whine into your hand as his thrusts get faster, more frantic as his window of time shrinks by the minute. “Mmm love those little sounds, sweetheart. Keep moanin’ for me. Yeah, you love this fuckin’ cock, don’t you? Couldn’t wait to get it again.”

You curse yourself for letting any sounds slip at all, but the force of him knocking into your hips has your clit bumping the edge of the bed. Another whimper has him grunting and speeding up even more. “Fuck, gonna make me come with those noises baby, oh fuck.”

Joel slams into you a final time and then pulls out of you with a groan, stroking wildly behind you for only a couple seconds before you feel him hot and wet over the globes of your ass and the small of your back. 

He pants as he crashes onto his back on the bed, a rogue hand petting at your hair in a vaguely sympathetic gesture. “Such a good girl for me. Took a second, but I knew you’d warm up for me.”

He peeks at his watch. “And a few minutes to spare, too. Time ain’t no thing. That tight little body got me shootin’ my load like a teenager, shit.”

Whatever wetness from your eyes didn’t soak into the sheets is drying on your face. You sniffle briefly and wipe at your eyes with the back of your uninjured hand, mostly just a reflex at this point. 

“C’mon, let’s get you in bed,” He invites, standing to wipe the mess from your skin with an old shirt on your floor and put your bottoms back into place. He starts to lift your legs up for you, but you snap back at him. 

“I can do it myself.”

He holds his hands up in defense, a cruel juxtaposition of the same gesture you’d raised at him mere minutes ago. “I’m just tryin’ to help, sweetheart.”

“You’ve done enough,” You bite back coldly, wrenching your legs up and curling yourself into a ball. 

“Hey now, don’t be like that, darlin’.”

You crane your head with a glare to look back at him. He honestly looks pretty pathetic—his flaccid cock hanging out of his jeans with his spent, sagging balls in a bed of unkempt hair, his wrinkled shirt rucked up over his slight paunch. Every inch a desperate old man. 

Anything you were going to say, you think better of when you fully take in the image of him. You lay your head back onto the mattress and tighten up the little bundle you’ve made of yourself, cradling your now throbbing hand to your chest. 

“Don’t get all fussy about it. I’m doin’ you a favor.”

You scoff. 

“I am. I’m showin’ you what men out there want from you. You’re nothin’ but tits, ass, and a few holes to them. Better you find out now than when you start gettin’ serious with one.”

A rogue tear sheds down your cheek into the bed. 

“Once you’re older, men won’t want a goddamn thing to do with you. They want somethin’ tight and young. I’m givin’ you pleasure while you’re still worth somethin’. Should be fuckin’ grateful.”

The garage door creaks to life downstairs and you hear Joel shoving himself back into his clothes. 

“Hey,” Joel calls at you, pausing for only a moment and continuing when you don’t respond, “Not a fuckin’ word. You hear me?”

You bite into your cheek and give him a single, jerky nod from where you lay. He must take that as satisfactory, because you hear the door close behind him and his hurried stomps down the stairs to maintain his façade of the innocent, kind-hearted neighbor. 

You shiver as you lie there, violated in your own bed, that man’s release still burrowing its way through your skin despite it drying into the cotton of one of your shirts. Another shirt you’ll have to throw out, just like the first one. Just like your favorite bikini. 

Is there any fucking thing you own this man won’t destroy?

Part 3

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Consumption | Geto Suguru

SYNOPSIS: You were the only one to see him for who he really was.

READER: gender neutral

WORDS: 1k

WRITTEN: 08/08/2023

WARNING: self-harm

No one understood his cycle of consuming curses. No one knew the taste quite like he did.

But you did.

Born to forever attract cursed spirits like a magnet and feel their pain was a curse like no other.

You were the Jujutsu world's compass, able to locate all and any curses in the world before they wreaked havoc.

Your mind was a constant mess, not knowing if your thoughts were really your thoughts. Sometimes you'd get the urge to harm yourself or others, and you had to figure out if it was something or a curse wanted to do.

Like Suguru, you hid everything. Your friends didn't need to know what the two of you went through.

When you first joined Jujutsu Tech, no one thought further about your technique. You could find curses and it should have been toll-free on your end.

But when Yaga had you go on long missions, you had to jot down everywhere you found curses in a journal and then immediately exorcise them if they were below Grade 1.

It began to wear you out. You were on a cycle of aimlessly wandering around for curses, then exorcising them.

"Y/N-chan, you okay?" Satoru asked.

You smiled at him. "I'm starving, that's it."

"Let's eat, then! I'm craving yakiniku!"

Suguru eyed you. He knew the type of expression you had on your face. It was one he had often when he was alone.

Despite your low energy, you were always hungry. Exorcising curses drained you of everything.

You would find, exorcise, and consume.

Find, exorcise, and consume.

Find.

Exorcise.

Consume.

"Y/N?"

You snapped out of your daze and smiled at Suguru. "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

You faltered a bit at the look on Suguru's face.

While Suguru and Satoru were two peas in a pod, you and Suguru were blossoming buds who were paired next to each other in a flower field.

You laid your head on his shoulder and hummed. "Just a little sleepy."

He allowed you to rest on his shoulder, placing a hand on your thigh. You settled into the warmth of his body, finding solace in his presence.

As soon as you closed your eyes, you fell asleep. Suguru brought his hand to the stray hairs in front of your face and brushed them away.

Shoko and Satoru glanced at each other before snickering to themselves. Suguru glared at them, making them run away.

Shoko and Satoru knew just how much Suguru was in love with you. His eyes followed after you everywhere you went.

There was no specific reason as to why he fell in love with you, but it all started with how you remembered what his favorite flavor chips were.

He was usually always eating sweets, but that was because Satoru enjoyed sweets. Suguru preferred salty things and you remembered that.

You knew that he was Geto Suguru, not Geto Suguru who was Gojo Satoru's best friend.

You stirred awake, slowly lifting your head from Suguru's shoulder. The warmth of his body lingered even as you pulled away.

"Sorry for falling asleep on you," you mumbled, stifling a yawn.

Suguru's lips quirked up ever so slightly. "It's no problem. You looked like you needed the rest."

You nodded, eyes downcast. The exorcisms had been getting more draining lately. It was getting harder and harder to hide it from your friends.

But you didn't want to worry them. This was your burden to bear.

Suguru studied you closely, concern swirling in his chest. He knew something was off. He recognized the signs, the subtle changes in your demeanor that mirrored his own.

He wanted to reach out, to offer you solace and comfort. To let you know that you didn't have to go through this alone. That he would be there for you, just as you had been there for him so many times before.

"Y/N..." he started softly.

You looked up at him, eyes glinting in the low light.

Suguru swallowed. "If you ever need to talk, about anything, I'm here. I'll listen."

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise before a small, grateful smile spread across your face.

"Thank you, Suguru," you murmured. "I appreciate that a lot. And the same to you, of course. I'm always here if you need me."

Suguru nodded, lips curling into a tender smile.

Somehow, knowing you had each other was enough to make the future seem a little less bleak.

But good things never lasted. No matter how safe and warm Suguru made you, it would never be enough to stop the pain and toll that curses had on you.

Erasing your pain was the only thing that you could do.

You had timed everything perfectly, and by the time Suguru arrived at your apartment, you were too far gone to be saved.

You pleaded with him weakly to kill you so that you would not become a curse.

His clothes were soaked with water and blood as he cradled your body in his arms. His tears fell onto your face as he pleaded with you not to go.

Against his better judgment, he refused to kill you and allowed you to become a curse.

Your body morphed into a curse. The lines on your wrists you had created deepened into black lines all over your body.

When you opened your eyes, one of your pupils was replaced by a white and red arrow.

"Suguru?" you questioned.

All the pain and fatigue you had been through just seconds before were gone.

"Y/N," he softly said.

"What's wrong?" you asked as you placed your hand on his face. "Why do you look so sad?"

"I'm not sad," he said as he placed his hand over yours. "I'm perfectly happy."

Geto Suguru knew that allowing you to become a curse was unforgivable and that the only way for him to continue being a sorcerer would be to kill you.

But he refused to do that. Instead, he turned to a new mission.

The only reason you were forced to take your own life was because of humans. After all, curses weren't born from nothing.

He would rid the world of non-sorcerers in order to live happily with you.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Haii!! not sure if you do semi specific requests ignore this if you do not :)

thinking of steve and/or eddie having a raging crush on a thicker/chubby metalhead!reader ( preferably fem ) with face piercings, tattoos, black heavy makeup

( think steve had a secret thing for alternative bitches )

Hey, thanks so much for the request! This one was so much fun to write!

Steve x chubby!fem!metalhead

word count: 2,487

cw: none!

The Hideout was packed with people, the place being very crowded even though it was a pretty popular place to be on a Friday night.

They were all there to see Corroded Coffin play and were very excited for it. The band had been doing well enough that they had been asked to play multiple nights a week, now also filling the Friday night slot.

Steve entered the bar and couldn’t help but be put off by the smell of cigarette smoke and cheap beer. He had only come because Eddie had asked and had insisted that Robin accompany him since the whole place kind of freaked him out with the low lighting and creeps that always seemed to linger around.

Steve got further into the bar, desperately wishing that Robin had been there with him, but of course she just had to last minute take a shift at Family Video. It seemed a little too convenient and he could have sworn he heard her laughing through the phone when she broke the news.

He looked around for any sign of the curly head of hair who had invited him but he guessed he had already gone backstage to get ready for the show. Maybe Steve would have had a chance to wish him good luck if he hadn’t spent so long fixing his hair before he left. He had to look good for another metalhead he had his eye on.

His gaze moved to the bar and he spotted you there, making conversation with the bartender while sipping on a drink. You had laughed at something the guy had said and he was jealous. He wanted to make you laugh and not at his expense like you always seemed to do. He was always acting like a goddamn fool around you.

You turned away from the bar and Steve caught your eye. You smiled and waved him over and he was quick to head in your direction. You were happy to see a familiar face.

You were honestly surprised to see him there. The Hideout didn’t seem like his scene in the slightest. You knew that if Eddie hadn’t been performing, he wouldn’t have touched the place with a ten foot pole.

“Hey, sweet pea!” You greeted with your signature smile. You pulled Steve into a hug and he gladly accepted it, quick to wrap his arms around your waist.

Despite your seemingly unapproachable exterior, you were nothing but a sweetheart to everyone. You loved to give hugs and was always there for a shoulder to cry on or some advice, the complete opposite of your best friend, Eddie.

“Hi,” he smiled back once you pulled away. He was grateful for the bar’s dark lighting so you hadn’t been able to see the blush on his cheeks.

“Didn’t think you’d show.”

“I wouldn’t miss this.” He wouldn’t have missed an opportunity to see you and your pretty face.

You had been very well aware of Steve’s little crush on you and you thought it was cute. The way he would blush at your flirting or sometimes stumble over his words. You thought it was funny that you of all people were able to make Steve Harrington all lovestruck.

You had to admit that you maybe, sort of liked him too. How could you not have with his constant compliments and random gifts? He has been nothing like all the other losers you had dated. Especially since he wasn’t in the metal scene. He wasn’t the kind of guy you usually went for, but there was just something about him that was so intriguing.

“Sit, sit,” you urged and Steve obeyed sitting on your left. “You are in for a treat.”

You knew that he had never been there nor had even seen Eddie perform so you were looking forward to seeing his reaction. Especially since you knew that metal wasn’t his cup of tea. He leaned more towards rock and pop and you appreciated that he was there for his friend despite not liking the genre that Eddie’s band fit into.

You turned your stool towards Steve to see that he was already looking at you. You could have sworn that he had hearts in his eyes and thought it was adorable. You would have never expected one of the most popular guys in Hawkins to actually be interested in you romantically, especially not Steve Harrington.

But there he was, looking at you like this was his first ever crush, all shy and cheeks tinted pink. His eyes always looked warm, like honey being poured into a cup of tea. They were always filled with so much adoration and the look was always just for you. You wondered how you could have gotten so lucky.

“Do you want a drink?”

“Sure. I’ll uh,” he picked up a small drink that was in front of him and scanned it. One of the drinks sounded really good, but it said it had come with an umbrella and Steve wasn’t going to order one of those in front of you. He needed to seem cool. “I have a Sam Adams.”

“Stevie,” you shook your head at him, resting a hand on his thigh. His eyes moved to where your hand had landed then looked back at you, hoping that he wasn’t too obvious. “We both know you want the umbrella drink so get the umbrella drink.”

“But-“

“I won’t judge you. And if anyone does, I’ll take care of them,” you cracked your knuckles. He knew that you were joking, but could hear a hint of seriousness in your voice. If he was being honest, he thought it was kind of hot that you were willing to beat people up for him.

You turned to the bartender and ordered the drink for Steve before he could protest and he didn’t think he could have been more in love with you at that moment. The way you always seemed to want to do everything for him warmed his heart. He felt like he was always taking care of the kids so it was nice that someone wanted to make sure he always had what he needed for a change.

The blue drink was set in front of him and he took no time to take a sip, the fruity flavors dancing on his tongue. It was definitely preferable over a beer. You watched him enjoy his beverage and admired that he still ordered what he wanted despite being afraid of what people thought.

You noticed that the lights were turned down just a bit and realized that Corroded Coffin was about to take the stage. You had to be at the very front, wanting your best friend to know just how proud you were of him just by seeing you sing the words back to him.

“Hey, the band’s about to go on, come on,” you grabbed Steve by the hand and pulled him off the stool with so much force that it caused his drink to slosh a bit.

“Where are we going?” He asked, taking another sip as he blindly followed you through the crowd. He was afraid that he would have followed you anywhere.

“To the front. Need Eds to see some familiar faces. Did you listen to the tape I gave you?” You turned to him once you got to the crowd and he took time to check out your outfit. You were dressed in what looked like a black bra under a leather vest and a pair of tight leather pants to match. The vest gave him a great view of your tattoos. Seeing all of the ink almost made him want to get one, but he had no idea what he would have gotten.

He had to drag his eyes away from your body, knowing that he’d stare at it for hours if he could. He loved the pudge of your stomach and your thick thighs. He often found himself wanting to press kisses to every inch of skin he could find, desperately wanting to worship your body.

The light shone down on your face, reflecting on your face piercings. His eyes moved to each one, first your eyebrow piercing, then the stud in your nose, and lastly, the hoop that was looped through your lip that he desperately wanted to run his tongue over.

He took note of your eye makeup and how dark it was. He found himself wanting to watch you do it, knowing that something that intricate had to have taken a long time and he wanted to see the process. The way you put on your eyeshadow and how you applied your black lipstick without it getting everywhere.

“A little bit,” he shrugged.

“So you actually didn’t listen to it all?” You put your hands on your hips. You could always see right through him.

“I’m sorry, I got busy.” You weren’t mad. You knew he had been picking up extra shifts at Family Video and didn’t really have time to listen to some silly tape.

“Sh, it’s starting,” you clapped your hands together then turned your attention to the stage as the band walked onto it. The crowd erupted in cheers but all Steve could hear was you. You were louder than anyone else.

The lights went down even more as Eddie stepped up to the mic. His eyes caught yours and he gave you a little wave before resting his hand on the mic. He caught sight of Steve next to you and nodded to himself at your close proximity. He had been trying (and failing) to set up the two of you for months. Maybe you were finally going to get together.

“How’s it going?” He asked into the mic. “We’re Corroded Coffin. On drums, we have Gareth, on bass is Jeff, and Doug is on lead guitar. I’m Eddie and this is Upside Down. Sing along if you know it.” He started to play the guitar that was around his neck and Steve found himself nodding along.

He turned to you to see you singing every single word, a huge smile on your face despite the depressing lyrics. He could see how proud of Eddie you were and if he hadn’t known any better, he would have thought you were in love with the guy.

He loved how close you and Eddie were, that you had so many things to bond over. He knew the shit that Eddie had gone through in high school and thought he deserved having someone like you in his life. Someone who understood him fully, someone who was always so supportive, someone who would be there for him no matter what.

Somewhere during the performance, Steve had ended up behind you. There was a couple trying to take his spot and he moved quickly, not wanting to get hurt. Although, he had liked the idea of you cleaning up his wounds.

He looked down at you as a slow song started and you turned to him as if the two of you had the same idea. You wrapped your arms around his neck while his went to your waist. You rested your head on his shoulder and the two of you swayed to the beat.

You had to admit that it was odd to be wrapped up in Steve’s arms, but you would have been lying if you had said that you didn’t love it. The way the two of you seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces. The way your head fit perfectly into the crook of his neck.

You two had been so wrapped up in your own little world that you hadn’t even noticed that the show had ended nor that most of the crowd had already left. You were so caught up in each other that you hadn’t even noticed that the lights had gone up nor that the band had been packing up their equipment.

You pulled back to look at Steve and he felt hypnotized by your pretty eyes. Like he’d do anything you asked just by looking into them. His gaze then moved to your lips, so soft and pretty. He wondered what they had felt like. If they had tasted like the margarita you had consumed.

He quickly pressed his lips to yours and you let out a gasp at the action before melting into him. Your hands found their way into his hair while his arms wrapped even tighter around your waist, pulling you as close to him as he possibly could.

His tongue swiped along your bottom lip, moving across your lip ring over and over he took your little whimper as a sign to continue before eventually sliding it into your mouth. Your tongues swirled around each other and you had to hold back a moan that was sitting at the back of your throat.

You reluctantly pulled away from him only for him to let out a whine at the absence of your lips. You let out a laugh at the black lipstick that has been smudged across his face and you tried to wipe it away but he only took your hand in his to prevent your from it.

“Was that so hard, Harrington?” You asked with a shake of your head.

“What-”

“We both know that you’ve wanted to kiss me for a while so I’m surprised that you finally got the balls to do it.”

“W-well-I-just-” he cut himself off, not being able to string together a proper sentence.

“Relax,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m just joking. Now come here.” You pulled his face back to yours and slotted your lips together once more, this one more slow and sloven.

“Looks like you owe me twenty bucks, Gareth,” you heard Eddie speak up and pulled away to turn in their direction. Gareth had pulled his wallet out of his pocket and handed a bill to Eddie who pocketed it. You couldn’t believe that they had bet on you and Steve getting together. Or maybe you could.

“So are you going to take me out, Harrington?” You asked, turning back to the boy. His face lit up at your question. Of course you were the one to ask first.

“I’d be an idiot not to.” He smiled and you pressed your lips to his once more.

“Can you give me a ride home?”

“I’d be honored.” He took you by the hand and began to lead you to his car.

“You better be safe!” Eddie called after the two of you as you exited the bar. “I don’t want to be an uncle just yet!” The two of you just laughed at his words and walked to Steve’s car where he opened the passenger door for you before the two of you headed to your apartment to continue where you had left off.

[toxicanonymity]

I’d sacrifice my firstborn for another Raider!Joel fic….

Failed rescue

1.9k, raider!Joel x f!Reader | raider master

mood board by @milla-frenchy

A/N: Picks up after the first Raider but can be read alone. Next: Raider: Stash house

WARNINGS: 18+ very dubious consent unsafe P in V, victim guilt, dark!Joel, gun violence (against your bf), forced gun play, forced cuckolding, forced masturbation (bf), Joel can lift reader.

After Joel has his way with you, you’re locked in a room for hours while the raiders continue their pillaging.  Joel gets called outside, and the same rookies that captured you have a man on his knees. It's your boyfriend, Jack.  He's begging to go into the house.  This is unusual, and Joel wants to hear him out, telling the rookies to hold their fire.  One of them explains, “He says his girlfriend’s in there.  He just wants to make sure she’s safe.”  The other men laugh.  

“Is he armed?” Joel asks.  

“Not anymore,” one of them says, holding up a Glock.  

Joel reaches out for it. "I'll hang onto this."  Then he turns his attention to Jack.  “What’s she look like?”

He describes you. Joel’s jaw clenches and his eyes darken.  He waits a beat before answering.  

“Oh, she’s fine . . .” Joel says.  

"Let her go," Jack pleads. 

"Let her go. . ."" Joel repeats, and nods slowly like he's thinking.  "C'mon, I'll take ya to her." The rookies look at each other hesitantly, then push Jack toward Joel.  On the walk to the house, he thanks Joel over and over for having mercy on you.

-

You hear Jack’s voice approaching the door with Joel.  Jack is thanking Joel, and you’re mostly relieved.  Joel lets him in the room then stands imposingly in the door with his gun.   Jack goes over to you on the mattress, looking you over, seeing if you’re okay.  You throw your arms around him and he says, “Come on honey, let's get out of here.”

Joel says, “Who said anything ‘bout leavin’?” and uses his boot to slam the door behind him without taking his eyes off the two of you. 

Jack’s face drains to white and you start to cry.  Jack doesn’t even know about what Joel did to you.  You feel a wave of guilt for the orgasm you had.  

Joel trains his gun on Jack and says in a low, firm voice, “In the corner.  Now.  And take off your clothes”

Jack hesitates, but when Joel points the gun at you instead, he complies.  He cowers in the corner naked while you sit crumpled up on the mattress.

“On your knees,” Joel tells you gently.  He palms himself and starts unbuckling his belt, and an unwanted arousal stirs between your legs.  

Jack begs “Please, no, no.”

“You’re gonna keep your mouth shut, understand?” Joel warns him, then looks at you and licks his lips. 

“Please,” Jack whispers.   

“What’samatter, don’t wanna see another cock in her mouth?,” Joel asks. "Fine." Joel points his rifle in your face.  He nudges your chin with the cold metal of the long barrel and makes you look up at him. 

“Open wide." 

You whimper and hesitate.  

"Sorry sweet pea, lover boy prefers it." 

Jack begs Joel to put down the gun.  

"I reckon you don't want another man's gun in her mouth either?"  Joel takes off his rifle and puts it out of reach. He pulls Jack's Glock out of the back of his pants.  

Joel nudges your lips with the muzzle. It's at least a little warmer from being in Joel's pants. Both you and Jack stop protesting.  

You take deep breaths trying to stop crying, then carefully wrap your lips around the barrel. 

"Now suck."

You're shaking like a leaf, your teeth chattering against the barrel, but you steel yourself and suck slowly.  It's terrifying having a gun in your mouth, but there's also a nagging voice at the back of your mind saying Joel would never physically hurt you and this display of dominance is all for Jack's benefit.  You wish Jack had stayed away once he saw the raiders. 

"This better, Romeo?"  Joel says, holding the gun in your mouth. 

"No, no," Jack says. 

You make eye contact with Joel, hoping it'll earn you some goodwill.  You remember he told you to look at him with his cock in your mouth. 

Joel looks at you hungrily and wets his lips. It sends a wave of arousal through you. He slides the gun out of your mouth. 

"Doin' great, sweet pea. Pants off, now. Just like before."  He looks at Jack.  

Joel palms his hard cock over his pants, still holding the gun in his other hand while you take your pants off and avoid looking anywhere near Jack.  

-

You don't realize how wet you are until the cool air hits your exposed pussy.  

"Same way as before?" Joel asks. Jack whimpers and you don't want to face him. 

"No," you say and turn around facing Joel. 

"Alright then," Joel nods in approval. "Let's see those titties."

Joel gets down on his knees on the mattress with you.  You sit up on your knees and he lifts your shirt and bra up with his free hand.  The way he looks at your body makes you hot. You help him take your clothes off entirely and you're sitting on your knees. He nudges your knees open to make room for his hand. 

"Good girl," he says. He gropes a breast while he rubs the barrel of the gun against your wet seam, sending a shiver through you.  Your nipple hardens against his palm.  "Mmmm," he says.  He twists his wrist to put the gun muzzle-up and notch it at your entrance. He rubs himself as he begins to push the gun into you. Your heart races. If he even flinches, you could be blown to bits.

"Wait," you say.  You reach for the bulge in his unbuttoned pants. His eyes widen. A smirk spreads across his face as he unzips himself.

"What, you want this?" He takes his big, hard cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. 

"Yes." There's no hesitancy in your response. You're telling yourself it's better than the gun, and it's best to get it over with. But at the same time, you're yearning to be filled by him.

"Well damn," Joel chuckles proudly. "Hear that? She wants the D," he says to Jack, then softens his voice to address you again.  "Any time, baby. All ya have to do is ask." 

You nod, “Please.”   You keep telling yourself it's just better than a gun, but the throbbing between your legs tells a different story.

"Attagirl, c'mere baby."

You're curious what Jack is doing in total silence, and you glance back at him one last time before you get on your back and spread your legs. Bad idea. The wet, sticky barrel of the gun presses onto your cheek and turns your head back toward Joel. His eyes darken.  “You look at me and only me, understand?" Joel says firmly. "Let me worry ‘bout him.”  You nod. His jaw clenches.

-

Joel looks Jack up and down and smiles, bemused.  "Turn you on? . . . Get to it, then."  You wonder if Jack was aroused.

Jack whimpers.  

"Go on. It's there, might as well jack it." You don't know what to think about Jack being aroused. "Hell, finish before me and I might let you live."

A pit forms in your stomach. You don't want Jack dead. 

Jack sobs and you begin to hear his hesitant strokes. 

-

Joel walks forward on his knees to get all the way between your legs, hand wrapped around his stiff length. His cock is so nice, you can't help but admire it. You feel sorry for Jack having to see such superior equipment. 

Joel leans over you, gun still in his hand, and rests the heel of his palm by your shoulder on the mattress.  He aligns himself between your legs, and you throb in anticipation.  He thumbs your clit. 

“Doin’ great, baby.  Now let’s show’m how good you take a real cock.”  He wets his lips. 

Joel closes his eyes and pushes his swollen tip inside with a grunt. You suppress a moan at the stretch of his girth.  Then, he slams his length as far into you as he can.  "C'mon baby, you can do it." His mouth hangs open as he backs up, then plunges into you more forcefully.  You gasp as your insides part, and Joel sighs loudly as he bottoms out. Joel hovers over you, completely inside you, and looks from your eyes to your mouth. 

"Good girl, just like that."

He slowly recedes then forcefully fills you up again, grunting "Mm." His girth is almost too much to handle.  Your inner thighs stretch with his torso heavy between them.  His pants rub against your skin.  You can't help but wonder what he looks like completely naked.  It's a shameful thought with a gun so close to your head. He begins to pound you at a regular rhythm.  His eyes briefly look past you to the corner, and you wish he wouldn't remind you. You can hear Jack breathing heavily as he jerks off for his life. 

Joel's voice is soft and low.  "You're doing so good, sweet pea."  He pounds your g-spot and you dread your orgasm. You try to resist it.

-

A guy outside the door says they're loaded up and ready to go.  Joel tells him one truck will have to wait.  

"Takin' you with me," Joel pants as he fucks you. Then he thrusts deep inside you and stays there.  "I'll take care of ya. Won't let anyone touch ya" He rolls his hips into you masterfully, staying mostly inside you, not letting up on that special spot, and you can't hold off any longer. You wince and clench around his cock.  You try not to moan as you ride your waves, but your back arches and the pressure builds in your face from holding your breath. 

"Let it out, baby," Joel says, and you release your moan.  He keeps thrusting into you slowly. As your climax wanes, you think about how Jack barely ever made you come. Not during sex. Not like this. It's terrible of you to think about, but even worse that you're thinking about Jack in past tense. 

Joel's brow furrows.  He breathes heavily.  He pulls out and groans as he comes all over you in a broken trail from your cleavage to your groin. He catches his breath for a moment, then he looks at Jack regretfully.

Jack pleads, "no," and keeps stroking himself. "I'm almost finished," he says. 

Joel closes his pants and holsters Jack's gun in the back of his waistband again. Then Joel puts his own rifle back on. 

"Sorry, buddy. Time's up," Joel tells Jack, then turns to you. "Cover your ears, baby." 

Joel calmly aims the gun at Jack and pulls the trigger without so much as blinking.  You jump and your ears ring.  You're in shock.  You don't look back at Jack's body. 

Joel swings his gun out of the way behind him, squats down, and takes you in his arms.  "It's ok, sweet pea." You collapse into him, sobbing.  "I know, baby, it's okay." He rubs your back. "I got you, baby."  How does any part of you feel safe in these arms after everything he's done? It doesn't make any sense at all.

Joel tells you, "There's some real bad guys out there, sweet pea.  My guys ain't the worst of 'em." You believe him. 

"C'mon, let's get dressed," Joel tells you and starts to help you put your clothes on.  "You want a ride again, or you gonna walk?"

-

All Joel: @ethanhoewke @silkiers @eiviea. @evyiione

(A/N): if you like the forced-j/o-to-save-your-life thing, i originally did it in michael makes them watch which has a different set-up and the stranger lives, but at what cost? btw michael is just a buff man in a mask - I never describe his real face/head or made him talk, so in that way he's kind of a blank slate to HC how you want. and slasher smut rarely has detailed warnings so generally assume the worst.