PinkBowKnickers

The rain started sometime after dinner, gently tapping against the window while you and Joel sat curled up on the couch, a slasher movie playing in the background more for the noise than anything. Joel had one arm stretched along the back of the couch, relaxed in that quiet way of his, he was watching you more than the screen. Conversation had drifted into one of those easy, late night talks-half serious, half teasing.

“So!- you ask, facing him. “What’s something you’ve never done?” Joel huffed a small laugh, eyes narrowing like he was thinking. “Never done?” “Yeah,” you pressed. “Come on. Everyone has something.” He shifted slightly, still having a think. “I dunno. I’ve done a lot.”

“Oh- thats not an answer.” A corner of his mouth lifted. “A’right, a’right… I’ve never been on one of those fancy vacations. Ya know resort, beach. All that crap.” You smiled. “I can picture you on a beach.”

He gave you a look. “No, you can’t.”

You laughed, leaning closer. “Okay, yeah, seeing you on a beach would be like seeing a fuckin unicorn fart out lucky charms”. He pinches his brows at you. “Meaning it’s never gonna happen…. Okay my turn-.” Joel’s gaze stayed on you, patient. “Yeah?”

You hesitated for a beat, then shrugged. “It’s ironic, given your profession… but I’ve never actually seen inside of a fire station before.” That got his attention, leaning back slightly.

His brows lifted. “You’re kiddin?”

“Nope.”

Joel stared like you’d just admitted youve never seen the sky. “You’ve never been inside one? Not like.. on a school trip?”

“No, they never did that at my school.” He shook his head slowly, disbelief mixing with amusement. “Huh.”

“What?”

He paused, eyes flicking toward the clock.

A beat passed. Then Joel sat forward, planting his hands on his knees like he’s made a decision, he turned to you, that dry humor settling into his expression. “You wanna see one?”

Your eyes widened. “What? Joel, it’s late-it’s- after 12.”

“So?” He replied so deadpanned.

“You’re serious?”

He shrugged, casual as anything. “Station’s only ten minutes away. The guys on duty should be asleep, I can show you around real quick.” You stared at him, caught between laughter and disbelief. “Is this your idea of making me more spontaneous?”

“Maybe,” he said. “Unless you’re scared.”

“Oh, please” you blew raspberries at him, maybe spitting on him a little.

His mouth twitched. “So?… we going or what?” He asks, standing.

You stood up too, heart suddenly jumping with the strange thrill of it. “I can be spontaneous, Miller” you state as you put on your coat.

Joel watched you for a moment, something warm in his eyes. “C’mon-,” he said softly, “I’ll show you where I spend my time-when I’m not with you.” And with that, the two of you stepped out into the rainy night.

The station was quieter than you expected.

Not silent-not really, there was the low hum of the fluorescent lights, the faint ticking of a clock, half-muffled sound of a television left on in the bunk room upstairs. But downstairs, where Joel had brought you, it felt almost- intimate, in a way you hadn’t expected. Like stepping into the backstage of his life-the polished truck, the hanging gear, the orderly lines of helmets and coats.

Joel stood beside you with his hands in his pockets, shoulders relaxed, watching your reaction with something soft in his eyes. “You alright?” he asked quietly.

You let out a breath, smiling. “Yeah-I just-I can’t believe I’ve never been in a fire station before, it’s fuckin awesome.” Joel turned to you, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Not exactly a tourist attraction, darlin,” he murmured.

“Still,” glancing up at him. “It’s where you spend all those long nights, it’s like your-life.” His gaze lingered on you for a beat, the overhead lights feeling warm above you both. “Yeah-,” he said. “Guess it is.”

You walked in further, your footsteps echoing gently on the concrete floor. Joel trails behind you, pointing out various things-explaining what they were and what they did. When you both came by the lockers, you stopped.

Boots. Heavy, black, scuffed with honest work-lined up in a row like soldiers waiting for their next call and attached were the big yellow pants, all covered in evidence of a disaster. You pointed amongst them, curiosity in your eyes. “So which ones are yours?” He nodded toward a pair near the end. Worn in, but sturdy-tough… just like him.

You stepped closer, bending slightly, your fingers touching the thick leather. “Oh my God,” you murmured. “They’re huge.” Joel’s voice came from behind you, lower. “Yer they are.”

You glance over your shoulder all playful but not impressed. “Oh give me a break”

His eyes narrowed with amused warning, “they hurt like hell when someone kicks you with’em.”

You look at him all confused, “why are you lot kicking each other?- oh I don’t wanna know, probably some stupid “guy” thing.” That earned a little chuckle.

You straighten up, grin widening, and before he could stop you, you took off your shoes and one foot slid into the boot.

Then the other.

They swallowed your feet whole, Joel froze for a second, watching. “What’re you doin?” he asked, looking at you like you head ten heads.

“I’m trying them on,” you said simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world-the most obvious thing in the world.

You took a few baby steps, wobbling slightly, laughing under your breath. “Oh my god. They weigh a ton.”

“Well, they’re not meant for walking around like-“ He stopped, because you were already reaching for the waist of the pants.

His brows pulled together.

“Oh, relax,” you said, teasing. “I’m just curious.” You pulled them up your legs, the fabric was thick, ridiculously oversized on you, but that only made it funnier-so you carried on.

You pulled your dress up- and off, left in nothing but your flower patterned panties, the cool air of the station prickling your skin. Joel’s gaze flicked away immediately, jaw tightening like he was physically forcing himself to be respectful-and to see if anyone was about.

But he didn’t move. Didn’t tell you to stop.

You hoisted the suspenders over your shoulders with a little triumphant hum, resting them over your boobs. You call his name, making him look at your fabulous ensemble. The pants hung loose on your hips, the big boots, the whole thing looked ridiculous-he was liking what you did with the suspenders though, very much so. His cock stiffens a little, and he stared like it wasn’t ridiculous at all, but like he couldn’t quite breathe.

“Well?” You ask softly, eyes bright. “How do I look?” For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then he cleared his throat, voice low. “Like fuckin trouble.”

Your smile softened. “Is that bad?”

Joel took a slow step closer, the space between you shrinking in the dim station light. “No,” he said, quieter still. “Just… dangerous.”

You swallowed, suddenly aware of how close he was, of how private this felt, even with the rest of the men asleep upstairs.

Joel’s hand lifted, not quite touching, but hovering near the suspender strap like he was deciding whether he was allowed to or not. His voice dropped. “You’re making it real hard for me to be a gentleman here.”

Your breath caught, warmth spreading through your body. “Maybe-,” you whispered, “I don’t want you to be one.”

Joel’s eyes darkened, and for a long beat, the firehouse felt like it was holding its breath with them. Joel’s mouth was still set in that half-serious line, but there was something soft in his eyes as he watched you standing there-swallowed up in his turnout pants, boots clunking on the concrete.

“You’re gonna break your neck,” he muttered, though there was no real bite to it.

You huffed. “I’m fine.”

“You look like a kid playin dress-up.”

“I do not.”

He gave you a slow once over, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Ma’am, those pants are held up by pure audacity right now.”

You laughed, swatting at his arm. “Shut up.”

Joel’s chuckle was low, warm. “C’mon,” he said, nodding toward the truck. “Since you’re already committed to the bit… might as well show you the inside.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait-really?”

“Really.”

You crossed the bay together, your steps exaggerated by the weight of the boots. The fire engine loomed up close, massive and gleaming even in the dim light. You craned your neck. “How do you even get up there?”

Joel lifted a brow. “Usually with less… distraction.”

“Oh, excuse me,” you scoffed. “Some of us aren’t trained professionals.”

He leaned in slightly, voice dry. “Some of us are also not wearin pants four sizes too big.”

You made a face, then turned toward the side step grabbing the handle. You lifted one boot-and immediately wobbled, Joel’s hand shot out, steadying you at the waist. “Easy,” he said low, tightening his hold on you.

You clutch the rail harder. “Oh this is impossible!”

“It’s not impossible,” he said, amused. “just not meant to do this with just-lingerie and bravery.”

You burst out laughing, breathless. “Joel!”

“What?” His voice was innocent, but his eyes were not. “Your tit is on the verge of slipping out, darlin.” You tried again, hauling yourself up with a dramatic grunt. One boot landed on the step with a loud clunk.

“There,” you pant. “See?-I’m doing it.”

Joel leaned against the truck, arms folding. “Mm, Real graceful.”

“Oh my god-” You made another attempt, suspenders pulling slightly as you struggled, and Joel’s expression shifted like he was trying so hard not to laugh and wake up the entire station. “You need help there, darlin?” he asks smugly.

“No. I do not need help.”

“Ya sure?”

You glared down at him. “Stop enjoying this.”

“I’m not enjoyin it,” he lied immediately.

You finally managed to climb up, clumsy but triumphant, turning to sit on the edge of the seat inside the cab. The pants bunch and the boots stick out like props. “C’mon, hop aboard.”

Joel’s smile broke properly then, softening his whole face as he stepped up easily, like the truck was a part of him. He settled standing beside you, the space suddenly smaller, warmer. “It’s nice.. bit snug inside-couldn’t swing a dick in there,” you said looking behind you at the controls, the radios, the worn familiarity of it all. Joel nodded. “Yeah. It’s home, in a way-and no, can’t swing a dick in here.”

A beat of silence settled, the teasing fading into something gentler. Then you looked down at yourself, at the absurd uniform hanging off your body as you swung your legs, and laughed softly. “I look ridiculous.”

Joel’s voice dropped. “No.” You blinked, meeting his gaze. He was serious now. “You don’t,” he murmured. “You look…” He didn’t finish.

Your breath caught. “Like trouble?” Repeating his earlier words.

His mouth twitched. “Yeah-like trouble.” He admitted.

The air between you shifted, thick with something neither of you joked about. You leaned up a fraction. “Again-Is that bad?”

Joel’s hand lifted, slow, careful, fingers brushing the suspender strap at your shoulder like he needed to ground himself.

His voice was quiet. “No. Just makes it hard to think.”

Your lips parted, eyes searching his. “Then don’t,” you whispered.

That was all it took.

Joel leaned down, deliberate, warm-his kiss unhurried but certain, like he’d been holding back and was finally letting himself have this. Your fingers curled into the front of his shirt, tugging him closer, the heavy boots fall off your feet, forgotten. For a moment, in the quiet cab of the fire truck, with the station asleep around you, it felt like the rest of the world didn’t exist. Just him. Just you. And the soft, steady heat of finally crossing that line.

Joel pulled you up, deepening the kiss, mixing noises with your whimpers as you clutch his shirt tighter. “Christ…” his voice was low, rough around the edges.

You smiled against his lips, breath catching when he sat down on the seat, shoving his pants down like a man in a mission, “Joel-no-not here.” You looked around like a fucking meerkat, you got major whiplash as he pulled you forward until you were straddling him. Joel was all heat below you, solid-hard, arms wrapping around you like he’s decided you were the only thing that mattered. “C’mon, baby-thought you were gonna be more spontaneous, mmm?” Joel cocked a brow at you, daring you-how dare he.

“Challenge accepted, motherfucker.”

His smile widened, “atta girl.” You ungracefully manage to get the massive pants off, keeping your panties on-just to tease him. “Forgettin somethin, baby.” His eyes dart down as you straddle him again. “Nah, you need a bit of a challenge too, Mr Fireman.” You felt the veins in his arms as he wrapped them around you. “I’ve been in stickier situations, baby.” He wraps one of his giant hands around your throat, as his other hand tugs your panties to the side. Not really much of a challenge but hey ho.

You gasp at the sudden hold, getting wet-as Joel inspects. “Mmm all ready f’me, baby? Not even fuckin touched ya and ya already a mess.” He’s not squeezing hard, but your breaths shorten, whether it’s cause of the lack of oxygen orrrrr you’re turned on as fuck. As you force yourself forward to kiss him-making his loses his grasp on you-he takes that as a green light-holds your waist, making you hover over his cock.

It’s right fuckin there, your pussy just dying to swallow it whole. You know what you’re up against, he’s a big boy-as you discovered the first time you gave him a blow-job. “Fuckin hell, Joel-it’s gonna break my jaw.” He came, so you did a great job.

“Joel-please-“ you shamelessly begged.

You felt him smile against your lips, he lowers you down, the stretch-Jesus Christ-you couldn’t help but loudly gasp, Joel covered your mouth, smiling, “shhhh, baby-don’t wanna wake the guys up do ya?” And with that you close the door, carrying on your whimpers as you adjust yourself on his cock. He shushes you again, running his hands up and down your back. “You’re a’right, baby-take ya time but next shift is iiiiin.. five minutes.”

You laugh as you swat his chest, “shut up, you’re a lot to take.”

“Should’ve ate ya out first, then maybe a couple of fingers.”

You jolt back shocked, forgetting that your speared on his dick. “Didn’t know that was an option?”

“Well too late, darlin.” He’s talking low, relishing the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock, trying his damn best not to cum so fuckin quick. Baseball. Grandma naked. Tacos.

“Did you just say, grandma?”

“Yeah -trying me best not to-“

After the penny drops, you laugh softly, “Well, miller-,” you lean in to whisper, “-you’re the one that’s making me wait-cmon on now, I think we’ve waited long enough don’t you?” You end it with a tight clench around his cock, making his hips jerk and let out grunts.

“Fuckin trouble you are, darlin.” He cradles your back, leaning away slightly-giving you a once over, you can’t help but giggle like a schoolgirl. God you’re so easy. You give him a tender kiss, adjusting your thighs as you start to roll your hips, grinding down. Your eyes feel heavy from the pure pleasure but jerk open when you hit that spot-mixture of pleasure and pain as you hit it again and again when you grind down on his cock. “Christ almighty, am not gonna last here.”

Oh you took that as a challenge, you honestly didn’t care if you came or not, you wanted to see how quickly he would.

“Aw Joel-feels so good-fuck you feel so good.” That should boost his ego. You quicken your pace, wispy breaths as you lean into his shoulder, Joel grabs your thighs, squeezing them tight-his nails digging in. “No fuck-no ah come on-“ Bless him, he tried SO hard but his hips jerk up as he sprays your walls inside. You’re softly laughing, as Joel notices, “stop—stop laughing. Ah shit m’sorry, baby.”

You give the poor guy a hug, and tell what every man wants to hear, “we take it as a compliment if you cum quick, means ya like us.” Of course he doesn’t buy it, but nonetheless he doesn’t argue. “And don’t worry, your face scrunching-trying SO hard is all the reward I need”

You both sit there for a few moments, catching your breath, running hands over each other. “Didn’t even get a chance to play with these beauties.” He says it so absentmindedly as you suddenly feel giant hands on your tits. “Yeah well, always next time, Joely.”

As you both carry on sitting there, he gives your hip a little pinch. “So?-first time in fire station, how’d ya rate it?”

“Oh. Definitely giving it a ten outta ten. Maybe one day I can ride ya on the go.”

“Oh that’s definitely I challenge I’ll wanna do, baby.”

You hold up your pinky, “swear it.”

He gives your finger a little tug with his. “I swear.”

“Okay.”

You look over your shoulder, having a little nose of all the buttons and controls. “Hey-what does this button d-,”

“Don’t push that!!!”

Of course you pressed the big red button you’re NOT suppose to touch.. the siren rang loud, you covered your ears and then all of a sudden, you see figures upstairs-moving and then one after another, the other guys came flying down the pool, wondering what the hells going on, only to see their fellow colleague-naked, with a girl sitting on top of him. Both blushing the same colour red, as the firetruck.

Fuck

"You need suncream darlin', come over here and sit on the end of my lounger and I'll get your back."

You beam at him, "thank you Uncle Joel."

You skip over to his sun lounger, feeling like you're walking on air. Just 3 months ago you'd had no one and nothing. You'd put so much energy into finding your birth father you'd never considered what else it might bring. That you might find an entire family. An Uncle and a cousin that welcomed you with open arms. A job at the family business. A chance. A future.

You perched on the end of Joel's lounger and giggled at the fart noises the bottle of sunscreen made as he shook out the creamy liquid. He chuckled along with you.

You shrieked as Joel's hands hit the sensitive skin of your back, the cool liquid in his palms catching you by surprise and raising a surge of goosepimples across your skin. You jumped forward in shock but Joel's massive palm caught you round the belly and pulled you back.

"Nuh-uh babygirl, can't have you out here...unprotected," he whispered in your ear. The tone of his voice and the tickle of his breath on your skin made your face heat but you didn't know why. Just the surprise of the cold you told yourself as his thumb stroked up and down on your exposed midriff.

And then his hands moved back to your back, smothering the sunscreen over you and making sure every inch of skin was covered, even under the strings of your bikini top.

"Arms up babygirl, got to get your sides too."

You comply with his request and again feel his hands on you, covering you in sunscreen, his hands dipping under the ties of your bikini. And then forward, further and further until his hands are fully under the cups of your bikini.

A little squeak of surprise escapes you as his hands begin massaging your breasts.

"Um...Uncle Joel I -"

"Shhh babygirl, its ok. Got to make sure we get everywhere, incase the material shifts. Right?"

"Um, right," you timidly agree, mortified by the throb in your clit as his hands rub at you. He's being caring, making sure you're protected from the sun. Being a good uncle. And you're getting off on it. But you can't help it. It feels so nice.

You can't stop the moan that escapes when his thumbs rub over your nipples, hard and pebbled with desire. You feel the slow release of his breath against your neck, warm and slow, like he’d been holding it. He gently squeezes your breasts and you moan again at the tender way he touches you. His hands slip out from under your bikini. You’re equal parts relieved and disappointed, your clit still strumming with desire and your stomach clenching with the wrongness of it.

He shifts behind you, climbing to his feet. Shame washes over you. You’ve made him uncomfortable. He probably can’t wait to get away from you and who can blame him? You’re a sicko, having improper thoughts about her Uncle of all people. Her Uncle and her boss... You’ve fucked it up well and truly, this new life that held so much promise. The thought of going back to the life you had before, lonely and desperate makes you want to cry.

You turn to face him, to apologise, to try and salvage what you can. “Uncle Joel, I –“

“Shhh babygirl,” he interrupts, cupping your face in his massive hand and stroking the apple of your cheek with his thumb. “Why don’t you lie down on your front for me and let me cream up your legs.”

Your heart is racing as you look up at him, your mouth hanging open a little. You’re frozen. Wanting to think you’re imagining the seductive cadence in his voice. But the visible tent in his shorts is pretty hard to misinterpret.

“C’mon sweet girl, lay down for your Uncle Joel.” And God help you, you do. You let him guide you on to your front and now your pussy is pulsing in time with the throb in your clit and you feel the wetness seeping into your bikini bottoms.

And then you hear the bottle open once more and you jolt again as the cold liquid is squirted directly onto your skin this time.  

“Easy babygirl,” he soothes you as his hands start to rub it in, starting at your feet and slowly working their way upwards.

He spends far too long massaging the cream into your thighs and you feel like your body is on fire. You whimper as his hands slip down to rub at your inner thigh. This isn’t right. You should put a stop to it. Apart from anything else, your dad and Sarah could show up at any minute, back from their run to the shop for beer and snacks. But what would they see really? A loving uncle applying suncream to his niece. Sweet. Innocent. It feels anything but.

His hands move upwards, towards where you’re aching for him and you’re so conflicted. This shouldn’t be happening. But what will happen if you stop it? Will Joel get mad? Will he be embarrassed? Maybe this isn’t what you think it is and he will be offended. And what will that mean for you?

You’re frozen by your indecision as you feel his hands slip outwards, back towards your outer thigh and you breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe you’d been overthinking things after all. And then you feel his fingers tracing the edge of your bikini bottoms before oh so gently slipping under the fabric.

Your breath hitches in your throat as his hands engulf your ass. It’s an entirely inappropriate time to marvel at the size of them but you can’t help it. He squeezes you slow and sensuous and a wave of slick runs into the gusset of your bottoms and your hips buck as your pussy clenches.

“Ohhhhh,” you moan again, breathy but loud and he praises you for it.

“That’s it babygirl, feelin’ good? Just let Uncle Joel take care of you.”

“Uncle Joel,” you whimper as he continues to grope you, “we should stop, it’s wrong.”

“It ain’t wrong babygirl,” he tells you as his thumb slips down to rub at your seam. It’s his turn to moan as he feels how wet you are for him. He leans over to whisper in your ear, “it’d be wrong for us to make a baby. But we ain’t gona do that are we? Nuh-uh, we’re just playin’, ain’t that right?”

His thumb finally makes contact with your swollen little clit and you whine and buck once more, the little nub seriously sensitive with how he’s been working you up. You grab the sides of the sun lounger and hold on hard enough to make your hands ache as he rubs gentle little circles into your clit.

“Oh! Ah! Uncle Joel, please!” You don’t even know what you’re begging for. For him to stop or to give you more, the maddening slow drag of his thumb over your little button driving you mad, enough to make you drool for him but not enough to push you over the edge. He’s driving you crazy.

“Yeah I know that feels good babygirl. You like how Uncle Joel plays with you?” His fingers get involved now, stroking through your folds as he continues to strum at your clit with his thumb. When he starts to gently circle your entrance with the tip of his finger, you push back, desperate for him to fill the emptiness.

But he’s way ahead of you, obviously expecting it, his hand moves back with you, adjusting so he never slips inside but manages to keep up his ministrations.

“Use your words baby, tell me you like it.”

You groan in frustration. “We shouldn’t,” you whimper, despite the way your body betrays the words.

“If it was wrong it wouldn’t feel so good. And it does feel good doesn’t it baby?”

And you can’t fight it any longer. “Ah, yes! Yes it feels good, please!”

“That’s it good girl, tell Uncle Joel you want him to keep playin' with you.”

You sob a little, but you’re too desperate now to deny him. And he seems to know it with the way he chuckles at you.

“Please Uncle Joel, keep playing with me.”

“Hmmm, that’s it, could never say no when you ask so sweetly. But I want to see.”

His other hand starts undoing the strings of your bikini bottoms until they come loose and you feel a gentle breeze over your pussy. His fingers never stop their stroking.

“There she is, such a pretty pussy babygirl.” He leans over and places a kiss on your ass cheek, and then leans over you fully to whisper in your ear, “she’s gona look even prettier when she’s full of my fingers.”

The groan that rips from your throat barely sounds human. You’re so insanely turned on, by his words, by the way that he touches you, by the wrongness of it all. He kisses you on your temple and then retreats back. You feel his eyes on your most intimate place as he slowly slips a finger inside you.

It feels heavenly and you both moan at the same time. He pushes in to the hilt, feeling the way your pussy squeezes him.

“Yeah that’s it, prettiest sight I ever saw.” He pumps his finger in and out of you, “so fucking tight baby, this is gona be a big stretch,” and on the next thrust he adds another finger. You clench around him so tight and make the prettiest noises he thinks he’s ever heard. Your pussy is so wet and his hand is soaked in your slick.

He pushes in once more and stops, fully sheathed in your warmth, enjoying the way your walls clamp and ripple and leak around him. Enjoying the view of your tight little pussy stretched to the max on just two of his fingers.

“Mmm, this soft little pussy ain’t ever been stretched like this before has she?” he taunts, still frustratingly stationary inside of you. You’d been right on the edge when he stopped and you’re desperate to come.

“No! Please Uncle Joel, please move.” But you don’t even give him time to resume before taking matters into your own hands, raising your hips slightly and rocking backwards and forwards to get the friction you need.

He groans behind you, “yeah that’s my good girl, fuck yourself on Uncle Joel’s fat fingers.” His other hand reaches under you to resume the attention on your clit and you shamelessly start to move your hips faster and harder, the pressure growing inside you, edging closer and closer to the release you need.

But abruptly it all stops. He pulls his fingers out of you with a wet squelch and his other hand falls away from your core. You wail in disappointment before begging him to fill you again, “please Uncle Joel, I need you, I need you so bad, please,” you sob.

But instead his hands yank your hips higher so your knees are forced forwards to support you and your head tips further forward into the lounger. You feel lightheaded at how wet his hands are from you. You’ve never ever been this wet. Never been this turned on.

“I can smell you,” he says, almost like he’s saying it to himself as his hands return to grope your ass and his thumbs gently spread you open. He takes a deep breath, “mmm smell so good pretty girl But can’t have your dad coming back and have you smelling of sex now can we.”

With that he dives straight in, face first into your soaked seam. He grunts and growls as he eats you, all restraint gone, his hands grabbing at the flesh of your ass. He licks up and down your folds, cleaning the copious amounts of slick that has spread before fucking into you with his big tongue. You squeal and writhe but his hands on your ass prevent you from going too far. His tongue plunges in and out and your pussy clenches in rhythm with him as if trying to catch hold of it and keep it inside.

You’re losing it, chanting his name as he works you higher and higher. His mouth detaches from your entrance and moves down to your clit. He laves over it, once, twice and then sucks the little pearl into his mouth, hard. You break, explosions go off behind your eyes as electricity shoots through your veins. His mouth latches back where you’re open for him, drinking down all the sweet nectar you release. Your body slumps onto the lounger and he follows you down, his tongue working the whole time and his hand reaching up to undo the tie of your bikini top.

Before you know it he’s flipping you over and pushing your bikini over your head as he pushes your shoulders back, he’s straddling the lounger, looming over your torso and pulling out his hard cock. Your eyes bulge at the size of it, long and girthy and veiny. He’s rock solid and leaking for you. He groans as he takes himself in hand and starts jerking himself with urgency.

“So fucking good for me baby, gona come all over these pretty tits, gona paint you all pretty.”

Your whimpers are drowned out by his primal grunts as his peak hits, warm spurts of his pearly white seed decorating your chest and breasts.

“Oooh fuck yes, so good, look so good covered in my cum baby. Fuckin’ perfect.”

You sit there in shock at what’s just happened. What you let happen. Your chest is heaving as you take deep breaths, trying to calm your body and your mind. Joel’s eyes are plastered to your tits. You take a second to look down and see the dripping mess he’s left all over you.

The sound of a camera shutter has your head snapping back up to see Joel with his phone in his hand.

Panic must register over your face as he reaches down and cups your face.

“There, there baby, don’ you worry. This is our little secret ok?” He maintains eye contact until you you shakily nod your head.

“Good girl. I’m so proud of you, took it so well babygirl.”

You melt a little at his praise and have enough wherewithal to be slightly ashamed of yourself for it.

He leans down and grabs hold of your tit, sucking the cum covered nipple into his mouth, cleaning it with his tongue and making you mewl. He pulls off with a pop and then feeds his tongue into your mouth, feeding you a taste of his cum.

He finally stands to tuck his now flaccid cock back into his red swim shorts, never taking his eyes off you. You want to look away but you can’t. It’s like he has you mesmerised. Once he’s finished with himself he retrieves your bikini bottoms and ties them back in place. He’s only just finished tying the second bow when you hear tires crunching on the driveway.

It’s like the world stops. You stare, panic stricken at Joel for a moment, even as you hear car doors opening and slamming shut. You cannot be found like this, topless and covered in your uncles cum. Joel comes to his senses first, pulling your bikini top back over your head and then picking you up and throwing you into the pool. You manage to keep hold of your untied top but only just. You somehow also manage to contain the shriek that was dying to burst from your throat at the shock. You hastily reach behind you to try and retie your damn bikini as Joel plonks himself back on the lounger he just finger fucked and ate you out on, picking up his book just as the back door opens.

Your dad and Sarah spill through the door with a couple of six packs and a mountain of snacks.

“Sorry it took us so long, the traffic was crazy!” your dad says, opening a bottle of beer and handing it to Joel.

“No worries Tommy, no worries at all,” Joel replies with a smirk as Sarah strips to her swimsuit and cannonballs into the pool with you. She swims over to where you’re treading water.

“Oh hey, do you need me to retie your bikini, looks kinda loose?” she asks.

You swallow. “Oh um yeah please, think I felt it loosen when I jumped in.”

You turn around to let her retie your properly and Joel flashes you a wink. Your heart skips a beat. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

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Tagging a few people who showed interest in the WIP. Please let me know if you would like to be removed.

A word from Donna: This is longer than I expected I’m SOooo sorry :/ Heads up-This isn’t a smutty fic with a Ghostface-it’s my own little slasher movie. I wanted to write it like a thriller fic rather than straight to sex, ya know? Scream, it’s such a fav of mine, cmon the plot twist alone FFS, my 12 year old mind was blown! Beautiful stuff <3There may be more from this series, I mean how many Screams have there been? ;) This is purely for me, I’ve wanted to write a Ghostface fic for soooo long😁

Soundtrack: I mainly listen to various scream soundtracks on Spotify, but it was mainly Birdbrains album, ‘Let’s Be Nice’ that I overused for inspo :D <3

October 31st - Becker Resident

It’s not a big deal, you think to yourself. It’s just a date, you don’t have to take it further than it needs to, even though you’re dyyyyying to be fucked. Yeah, it was happening. Isaac’s on his way, sadly it’ll take him over an hour to get here, but it gives you plenty of time to get everything prepared. You stop as you turn on the oven burner for the popcorn, the outside security light keeps going off, fuckin raccoon probably. You hope it is. His voice pops in your head, “you’re mine. Always was, always will be, baby. You were made for me.” You shake it off, no-he was not going to ruin tonight.

You change into your faaaav green dress, sweetheart neckline-levitates and shows off your tits, respectfully-it flows down to your thighs, you don’t bother with shoes, or panties for that matter, honestly-why bother. Giving yourself a once over, that damn light again, you have a quick look outside through the blinds. It’s gotta be a raccoon right? Your skin starts to prickle-the feeling like someone’s watching is lurking in your head. You wait for it to go off to get a better look through the blinds, you stare into the darkness-nothing.

You head back into the kitchen, waiting for the popcorn to finish a-poppin, you give it a little shake when that damn light comes on again and the phone rings. You-shit yourself, clutching at your chest, laughing, you answer it;

“Hello?”

*heavy breathing*

“Hellooooo? Who is it?”

“Hey hon, it’s Isaac can you hear me? My signals shit, I’m about forty-five minutes away. You owe me girl I tell ya. Do stuff to me no one’s ever done before.”

You laugh down the phone as you lean over the counter, “of course, it’s a long drive. I’ll do whatever you want-.” you pull a knife out of its stock and twirl the tip on the surface, “-you just gotta name it, so step on it.” Sliding the knife back into its snook. “Yeah-yeah I’ll be there soon. Bye!”

“Bye, dickhead.” You hear a small “you’ll pay for that, girl” as you hang up the phone. You took the burgers, salad, sodas, dips out of the fridge-you decided that burgers were the safest choice for dinner-made from scratch. You were told by him that your burgers were the best in the world. “Goddamn-fucking delicious, nearly as good as your pussy, baby.” He said as he tapped his thigh, “come, sit.” He proceeded to finger you, getting two orgasms from you as he ate his burger. “So delicious and all mine.” You clench your thighs at the thought.

You lay the snacks and drinks on the coffee table, easy access as we watch our horror movie classic-Halloween and obviously very fitting for tonight-when the phone rings, *beep* “for gods sake, ike-just focus on the road so you can get here and fuck me.”

“—You always did have a mouth on ya. Who the fuck is Ike, baby?.” You freeze.

“Joel? What-what the fuck? —why are you calling me? You’re suppose to be leaving me alone. Moving on a shit.” He laughs-a deep chest laugh. You always loved that goddamn laugh of his.

“I’m just checkin in on my baby. Making sure she’s looking after herself—And moving on? It’s me and you til death remember-and this ike guy-he’s gonna be history.”

“What?! Are-are you threatening me?” You clutch the bottom of the phone with both hands, meaning business now, talking through gritted teeth, “look-we’re meant to be moving on, and you are not allowed anywhere near me, Joel Miller so don’t- try anything.”

“Love it when you get all bossy. But no, baby-you’re gonna take me back, like you always do.” You hang up. You shake off the call, you need to pee. Really you should be calling the cops, but you’ve never been a smart girl.

As you come out from the bathroom, there’s knocks at your front door, not even thinking, you open it to-Tommy Miller. “Hey, sweetheart” he oozes out, leaning against the doorframe, he stays there or a second, looking you over. “May I?” Gesturing to come in, even though he’s halfway through the doorway. “Yeah sure” you say sarcastically.

He stands tall, taps on his belt buckle, “so, heard from that brother of mine? He’s been seen lurking around town.” You shake your head. “He called though, usual stuff, ‘I’m his, til death- I don’t think he’s stupid enough to come here.”

He scoffs. “Whatever you say, sweetheart. Look if he calls again, tell him to call me, k?” As he leaves your home he turns and scoffs, “all this fuss over you, you must have one amazing pussy, sweetheart. Talk soon” closing the door behind him. Ugh he makes you shudder. Fuck, you want this night over with. You text Ike, he probably won’t see it but you send one anyway.

-Will you hurry the fuck up, my pussy is throbbing for you here 🤣x

You perk up your boobs more, they’re practically hanging over the neckline. Yeah, this was the perfect dress to get fucked in. Ironically, Joel bought you this dress, he loved you in green, his favourite color. You think back to the dressing room, you holding on for dear life on the stall as Joel pounded you, the thoughts interrupted. The phone rings, “hello? Ike is that you?”

You hear a screech down the phone, like an amp adjusting then that voice came. “Helloooo, baby…ike can’t come to the phone right now-he’s abit tied up.”

“Oh my god, Ike, did you get one of those- voice adjuster things like from, Stab? It’s awesome-carry on talking.” Bless your little dumb heart. Not only are you gullible but little do you know, that Ike-is literally tied up.

“So, baby-what’s your favourite scary movie?”

You act all girly, like the dumb girls in those dumb slasher movies. “Well-,” twirling your hair in your fingers, “-I’m a big fan of those micheal Myers films. Where he like stalks a young woman in her home, it’s so cliché.” You giggle. “What’s yours?” You ask, all shyly, now twirling the hem of your dress.

“Well, my favourite is that Stab movie you mentioned-pretty woman-big tits, home alone, easy prey.” You scoff, “now that’s a cliche answer. The woman always does the wrong things, runs upstairs instead of running out. Ugh, lame….ok, seriously how much longer you gonna be ike?” You hear heavy breathing, then another screech, “won’t be too long, baby. I’m coming for ya.” The call ends.

Eeeeeverything is done, set, and now you wait. You try calling Ike, it just keeps ringing, then the second you hang up, it rings back. “Well hello, baby.”

“Ike for fuck sake, will you hurry the hell up-,” you hear a noise from your backyard, making you jump, and your spine tingles.

Then that voice, “I told you, Ike can’t come to the phone right now, he’s tied up-ya never did listen. So fuckin stubborn.” You hold your breath, tears start to prick at your eyes, “Joel?” You knew, you knew it was him the second your spine tingled. You hear a click, then you hear Joel’s voice. “Surpriiiise, baby.” You duck down and kneel behind a kitchen counter, shaking. “J-Joel? Have you-have you done something to Ike?”

He lets out a deep guttural laugh, “oh baby, I told you he was history-well he’ll be a part of our history very shortly, darlin.” Bitch, why are you clenching your thighs right now?! “Joel-just, just please leave me alone….are-are you here?” He can hear the fear in your voice…You already knew the answer. “Why don’t you look out your back doors for me, baby.” You slowly-dreading every step-tip toe over to the back double doors. You didn’t notice the lights being on this whole time, cause of Ike being tied to a chair. Beaten up.

“What the fuck?! Ike!” You go to open the door but hear a “Nuh uh, baby” from Joel on the other end. “You open the door he dies. His blood, on your hands.” You hear a knock on your front door, you turn around fast. You’re breathing is shaky down the phone, “oh, you sound so scared, baby. Why don’t you open the door and let me in. I’ll make ya feel better” You are full on crying now, “Joel-please-just please leave me alone.” He tuts down the phone, “c’mon, baby. I’ll make ya feel good.”

“I’d rather die!” You scream at the door

Hearing a low chuckle down the phone, “well-that can be arranged, sweetheart.” you hang up to call 911, but then there’s loud, heavy knocks at the door, you jump, dropping the fucking phone. It’s broken. Fuck! You’re just about to run to grab the other phone from your dads office around the corner when heavy knocks are at the back doors. What the hell? Then more loud knocks on your front door. You don’t know what the hell to do.

Do you go grab the phone? Do you attempt to free Isaac? Do you confront the knockers of the doors? Just as you head to the office, there’s a loud bang, the door is broken down and there’s, Ghostface. “Helloooo, baby.” He holds a knife in his hand and twiddles his fingers in a hello gesture. Fuck the phone, you run to the kitchen to grab a knife, then belt it out the back doors, only to run into, another Ghostface who twists the knife out of your hand. “Surprise, sweetheart.” The voice soothed.

You look over his shoulder to see Isaac’s lifeless body, gutted. His insides on the outside. You scream. Joel comes near and sees the lifeless body. “You motherfucker! You killed him? Im suppose to do it, thats the whole goddamn point.” Joel shouted as he took off his mask and aimed his anger at the other figure-who just shrugged-, “and hey-easy, let her go…hey, baby,” Joel strips off the Ghostface cloak, “did you miss me?” He opens his arms, you run into the kitchen to grab another knife but the other figure trips you, “Nuh uh, sweetheart.” He smirks out. “Don’t you fuckin think about it.” Joel shoots him a look, “hey-I said back off.” He comes over to help you up but you snatch your hand away, tears streaming down your face, “don’t fuckin touch me! What-what the fuck, Joel?-“ you look to the other figure, “-who the fuck is that?” You point.

Tommy pulls off his mask and sheds the cloak, “hey, sweetheart-told ya didn’t I, Joel-doesn’t she look good enough to eat? Have a-Stab of’er.” You wipe your nose, the snot is-everywhere. “I-I can’t believe you killed Ike.” You whisper. Joel runs a hand through his dark hair, “well he was coming here to fuck you wasn’t he? We weren’t gonna let that happen baby.” You look between them-out of the two, you could get past Tommy, he seems cocky, guard down abit-but him, no hes figuring you out, he knows what you’re thinking. He knows you too damn well, and you fucking hate it.

“Heads up, Tommy-she’s gonna try ya.” You’re now staring at the floor but you can see them in the corner of your eye. You’re trembling but trying so hard to hold it together, and Joel notices. “Aw, baby-don’t be scared. I just wanted to see you that’s all.” You scoff. “Don’t!-“ Joel lunges at you but stops himself quick, “don’t-you fuckin scoff at me, girl.”

You lean back against a counter, crossing your arms across your chest, even though you can’t fuckin breathe right now. “Okay, so you have me-now what?” You tilt your head, trying to act nonchalant. It seems to be working as Joel’s jaw ticks. “Well-I’m sick of fuckin my fist thinkin about ya-so now that I’ve got the real deal, make a night of it,” he winks. “Tommy, make yaself scarce, keep an eye out for any other visitors, maybe clean up ya fuckin mess while you’re at it.”

Tommy tuts but heads out the back doors, closing them behind him as his gives you a wink, “enjoy, brother-I’ll try not watch sweetheart.” You cringe. Now, it’s just the two of you.

Joel bites his bottom lip, “mmm mm mm, baby you look good. That dress, huh? My favourite? See-that’s where it makes me think..you were expecting me.” You roll your eyes, you expect him to lunge at you again, he hates it when you roll your eyes at him, but he doesn’t, he just strolls over. “Don’t-roll your-goddamn-eyes at me, baby.” He stands tall in front of you, you try not to look at around at your surroundings, giving him a hint of what youre thinking. Joel trails his finger tip over your cleavage, your skin prickles at the contact. “Oh-we like that do we?” He smirks. That fucking beautiful smirk. Yeah you’re getting wetter.

Youre so fucking stupid. Here you are with Joel, a man who could snap your neck like a tooth pick and yet, you’re thinking of him fucking you, with a grip around your throat. You’re sick. “Oh I know that look. Your ‘playing hard to get’ look. It’s ok if you want me, baby. I know how you get around me.” Cocky bastard. He’s not wrong, you’re fucking drenched, but still.

Pretending you’re bored of this conversation, you exasperate letting out a huff, turning to look at the front door. A clean run if he gets distracted, it’s off its hinges thanks to Joel, so no messing with the locks or the handle. You turn to look at him. “You’re right, Joel-of course I want you, I always will.” You’re not lying but nows not the time, don’t get distracted. He leans down, and dips his face into the crook of your neck. “You smell-so sweet, baby. Even he thinks so-.” he says rubbing his bulge against you. Hard as fuck. You’re gonna let him do what he wants to you, let his guard down, even just a smidge, so to allow you to dart outta here.

Joel runs his hands over your body, pinching you, feeling the material of the dress, as he slides them over your hips, he looks up to you and smiles. “Commando, baby? You shouldn’t have.” He bunches up the skirt part to your hips, pussy on full show. He tips back a little to get a good look. “And a full bush, baby-just what I like.” He sucks on his middle finger, and slides through your folds, ghosting your ear. “So-ya know you gotta be punished my sweet. Letting another man fuck you while I’m still alive.” He tuts at you.

“Joel, I’m not taking you back, you scared me-you hurt me, I’m deaf in my left ear because of you.” Joel presses his hips against yours, pinning you against the counter. He pinches the tip of the knife to your cheek. “I said- I was sorry, baby”. You laugh in his face, knocking his hand away, his hips pressing against yours, harder. “So now we’re just gonna forget it and move on, k?” He asked so casual like he got your coffee order wrong.

“Like hell we are!” You manage to knee him in his ghoulies and leg it to the front door, but sadly, he’s fast, calculated-he pins you to a mirror that’s nailed to the wall, your face squished and hands pinned behind your back. “Baby baby-really? That’s so cliche-don’t matter, it’s still gonna work just fine.” You squirm in his grip but he presses himself against you-keeping you still. “Now-we’re gonna be a good girl, and do as we’re told, baby-right?”

Yes. Yes you were. You’re soaked, it’s literally dripping out of you, and he’s gonna know soon enough, that yes, you’re gonna do as you’re told cause you fucking want this, you always will. With his free hand, he slithers it under your dress, grabbing a squeeze of your ass, “fuck, this peach, baby-so soft.” Then he moves his hand- tip toeing his fingers to your pussy, you clench your thighs. “Nuh uh, spread’em, baby.” He nudges your feet apart with his and he continues where he left off, sliding his middle finger through your folds, cupping your pussy. “Mm she’s missed me, all dripping for this lucky SOB.” You squirm in his grip, which tightens, “baby, you carry on and I’ll make it hurt more.” You stop. You just except what’s coming.

You hear his zipper go down and belt unbuckle, you internally squirm. That sound, you don’t know what it is about it but it gets you wet. He nudged his tip to your soaked hole, sinking in inch by inch. You gasp and your hands, even though they’re confined, they’re trying to grab at nothing. “Joel-please-.” He shushes you as he sinks in deeper, letting go off your wrists, “put’em at the side of your head, baby.” You move them slowly, bracketing the mirror, and as you look behind you, all you see is that devastating smile glaring back. “Aatta girl.” Even though he praises you, it’s so condescending.

He pushes up and bottoms out, dipping his head between your shoulders, “goddamn-been so fuckin long, baby-fuuuck. Missed ya so much-us til we die, baby. Yeah?” You can’t answer as you wince in pain around his cock. “Joel please-just please move it hurts.” With another little jab up-making you yelp, his hips move at a fast pace, you grip hold of the mirror and arch your back, making the angle just right, if you gotta do this, you’re gonna fuckin enjoy it. “Knew my baby wanted this, ya fucking twisted.” He’s talking through gritted teeth, gripping your hip, his nails digging in, “gonna get ya there, baby-i know you’re right fuckin there.” You knew the drill, you cum first so he can focus on himself, not that you cared but if you didn’t get your climax, you weren’t gonna be happy.

He circles your clit while rutting into you, each thrust up felt like a stab to your cervix, it’s usually an amazing feeling but Joel was a man on a mission. You watch through the mirror, his looking where you both join, staring at the white ring forming around his cock going in and out. “What a fucking sight, baby. Cmon now, let’s fuckin get there.” You feel the tight coil forming in your belly, which starts to go south, tingling through your pussy, you can’t help but clench around him. “There she is, cmon baby, get there-fucking get there.” The house is filled with your screams, you don’t give a fuck if Tommy can hear or not, it’s intense and you cum hard, tightening around his cock like a vice, he carries on rubbing your swollen bud until you come down, still rutting up into you. As you try to catch your breath he brings his hand away and grabs hold of your ass cheeks, pounding into you hard as he seeks his climax, you scream out louder, holding on to the mirror for dear life. He looks flustered, veins popping out his temples.

He doesn’t cum in you, he pulls out and sprays it over your ass and lower back. Ropes of it spraying on you as he mumbles to himself, “god-damn. Fuuck me.” You feel like you’re gonna keel over, your thighs are shaking, and you haven’t got your breathing under check. Joel seems to be back to earth, when he starts whispering to you to take deep breaths, coaxing you with his words and breathing as he pins you to his chest. “Be a good girl and breathe with me, baby. In and out.” you let out is a whimpers, Joel places his giant hand on your chest, it’s so warm, it soothes you instantly. “Atta girl, there we go.”

Just as you’re basking in his warmth and the feeling of your satisfied pussy, the back doors swing open. Tommy comes in with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Only caught the end of that-fuck me, I wanna have a go. What ya say, brother?” As Joel helps you clean yourself up and fixes your dress, he shoot tommy a glare, it’s one that scares you. He becomes unpredictable, predator-like…like he’s going in for a kill. “Say that again? Don’t think I heard ya, brother.” The once standing tall, smug motherfucker, was now a mumbling mess, turning his shoulders in like he’s a pup getting scolded. “C-cmon, Joel-I was only jokin.” Joel exhales through his nostrils, sounding like a major pissed off bull, “you’re on thin ice already brother-one more strike and I’ll kill ya, got it?…you cleaned up your mess out there?” Tommy only nods, with a shaky breath, you couldn’t help but grin, couldn’t help but make it worse.

“Ya know, Joel-Tommy was here earlier, but you know that obviously, however..he had a few words to say, kinda disrespectful -.” He looks over his shoulder at you then turns back to Tommy, Jesus it reminded you of Poltergeist, when the chicks head spins around? God, his glare at you was dark, just two orbs of pure black. Poor Tommy you smirk to yourself. Joel takes a step closer to him, almost touching noses, “and what did he say, baby?” He tilted his head slightly, Tommy wasn’t blinking, just staring at Joel, you hope he could somehow see your smug face. “Well, he said, ‘all this fuss over you, you must have one amazing pussy, sweetheart.’” You could hear Joel’s teeth clenching and Tommys gulp. Before poor Tommy could utter a word, the room was filled with the sound of a sling and loud garbles. Joel slit his throat, nice and clean. You stand there, wide eyed and turned on, letting out short breaths.

He wipes the bloodied knife on Tommys shirt-he’s gargling in pain, his face is white and his eyes are so wide, you think they’re gonna pop out. He crashes to the floor grabbing at his throat uttering what sounds like “you bitch”. You didn’t feel bad in the slightest, you hated Tommy-always grabbing your ass, calling you sweetheart with his creepy grin, offering quick fucks “Joel’ll never know.” Well he’s out of your life now, one less bastard you don’t have to worry about. This one, on the other hand…has a tight grip on the knife, knuckles white, “baby, c’mere.” His voice is low, raspy and shaky. You slowly walk over, and just when your at arms reach, he grabs at your arm dragging you to stand in front of him, when you steady your feet, he kneels down-his dark eyes glued to yours, as he bunches up your dress.

Joel taps his shoulder with the knife. “Leg. Now.” Like you were gonna tell him no. You kept your balance by gripping his hair, tugging it a little-he didn’t seem to mind.

“baby-you weren’’t lying to me, right, he said that, yeah?”

It’s a good fucking job you were telling the truth, if you were lying, the knife that’s slowly travelling up your leg would surely be driven through your flesh.

You nod, keeping your eyes truthful, shivering as the knife is at your inner thigh, creeping up over your pussy then moving back down. “Good girl, cause baby if you were-I’d have to kill ya.” You gulp loud, his eyes widen. “He did it all, Joel-he wasn’t a good man.” He looks to where the knife is, bunching up your dress, he digs the cold steel into your flesh and drags it along-he digs it harder, carving you. You try and squirm away but he’s strong, too fucking strong, he clamps his arm around your thigh while he carries on carving you. “Ah Joel -stop! Ah what the-fuuuuck!” His grips tightens, “keep still, baby, it’ll hurt more if you move-knock it off or I’ll knock you out.”

You carry on screaming, clawing at his head, shoulders, trying to push yourself from his grip but fuck, his tight fuckin grip. “I mean it! Knock it off I’m nearly done, baby-you’re ok.” You feel yourself go weak and shaky, as the blade burns your skin-then it stops. Joel the sick bastard, licks the wound, and drops your leg down and you fall to the ground, wailing. “What the fuck, Joel.” You choke out. You look down and see his little artwork. JOELS. In capital letters, a few inches away from your pussy. “Oh my god, Joel-what the fu-how could you?! You bastard!”

He stands above you, towering tall-“I’m sorry, baby-but people gotta know who you belong to, can’t have some prick thinking he can have you. Now they’ll all be turned off-til death, baby-remember?” He kneels down again, landing on top of you, bracketing your legs with his, drags his nose up your body until landing his lips on your neck-it’s agonising. He leans on an elbow, still hovering over you and starts unbuttoning your dress, “you look-just fuckin stunning darlin-green always looked amazing on you.” He’s talking over your whimpers, tears are streaming and you’re muttering to yourself.

“Hey!” He snaps his fingers. “-I said knock it off or I do this with you unconscious. Got it?” You wipe your nose on your arm and nod. He carries on unbuttoning your dress, pepper kissing your collarbone. You just lie still, you can believe he did that, it’s why you darent move. After doing the last button, he moves the dress aside, leaving you naked, running his calloused hand over you body-thighs, pussy, stomach, tits. You can feel him starting to coax your legs open with his other hand, then cupping your pussy.

“Gonna let me in again, darlin?” You tense up but slowly open them, with tears still streaming down your face. “Atta girl-always my good girl.” You gush at the praise as he sucks on his fingertips and rubs the wetness over his tip, hooking your leg over his hip and with no warning his rams up. “Fuuck, baby-never gets old.” He begins to slightly roll his hips, his tip stabbing at your cervix, dragging whines out of you. “Joel please-move faster -please.” He nuzzles into your neck, “Nuh uh, baby-this feels too good.” You whine out more pleas and Joel drags his cock out, teases your hole and rams it back in, starting with a rough pace.

He squeezes your thigh where he’s marked you, making you clench around him, “dirty bitch liking that, huh? Liking the pain? Ya just as fucking twisted.” He wraps his giant hand around your throat, placing his mouth right by your ear as he ruts into you to hear his grunts and moans. “Can you hear me, baby? Hear what you do to me with your pretty pussy?” You’re yelping at every thrust, unable to form a fuckin thought, let alone an answer.

He lets go of your throat and slaps your face, hard enough to sting. “Fuckin-answer-me.” He grits it out as he rolls his hips. “Yes Joel -I can hear -I hear it.” Joel moves his hand between your bodies, circles your swollen bud, you bite your lip. That tight snap that’ll send you over is right there, you tense your pussy around his cock, “is my darlin ready? I think she is.” He doesn’t wait for an answer, grabbing hold of your hip he pounds your pussy, fucking relentlessly, he wants to cum with you. “We getting there, baby-yeah I think we are.” he smirks as you clench around him-that band snapping. You both cum, it’s almost violent-tights grips, nails digging in so deep, crimson crescents form, bruising thrusts.

His hips stutter as he grabs yours, making you take every drop of him as his thrusts get sloppy. “Fuck me, baby.” You hiss as rubs his heavy hand along your new scar. “it looks so pretty, baby.”, he whispers leaning down kissing it. Just as you come back to the planet, you whine in pain as something hot attacks your thigh. He fucking stabbed you, right in the leg. Asshole.

“Joel! What-what the fuck-ahh! You fucking asshole!” You grip tight of where blood was gushing out, fuck, it hurt! “Joel fucking help me-.oh my god-I can’t believe -.” He stands towering over tucking himself back in his pants. “Ya didn’t think I’ll let you off the hook for having some guy round did ya? Baby-no man is ever fucking you while I’m around-sorry darlin, had to punish somehow-the cuttin wasn’t enough.” You crawl, dragging your leg then resting your back on Tommys dead body a few feet away.

You feel like the winds been knock outta you, trying to gasp for breath and the wound is stinging-burning up your whole leg, it’s starting to go numb. Joel’s in the kitchen grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink, acting so casual like you’ve cut your finger chopping onions or something, after he fixes you up, Joel pulls you up, dressing you again-doing only half of the buttons, he yanks you against his chest and just as he’s about to say something, the phone in your dads office rings, followed by a beep on the answering machine-then your Moms voice;

Hey honey, we’re on our way back, should be home in ten minutes-,” then she whispers down the phone so your Dad won’t hear, “-please finish any shenanigans you and Ike are upto.” followed by a little giggle.

You quickly think-ten minutes-you could run out the door, down the road until your parents came into view. Joel brings back your attention by grabbing your chin between his finger and thumb with a harsh grip, “so mommy dearest knew about Ike as well? Knew you’d fuck him…well she’s gotta go-and daddy will be with her-so he’s gotta too I’m afraid.” Your eyes widen with fear, you gotta act fast, cause this fucker ain’t joking.

Coincidentally, a very expensive and heavy looking vase is to your right, it seems the perfect weapon to knock Joel out, he sees you eyeing it but just this once-you’re too quick for him. You grab it in a tight grip and smash it against his head, he lets you go and falls to the floor and stills, he’s not unconscious but girl, fucking run! You hear weak moans behind you as you dart out the door but you don’t look back. Running barefoot, the gravel is hurting like a motherfucker but grass is on the horizon-you just gotta keep running.

There’s no sound coming from the house, hopefully you knocked him out hard enough til the cops get here.

You see the long stretch of dark green and your feet welcome the wet grass, you take a quick breather-wriggling your toes between the green strands then you see them…car lights. “MOM! DAD!” You’re waving frantically knowing damn well they can’t see you, so you run. After a few minutes you stop just feet away from the car, you Dad stomps on the brake making the car drag the dirt with its tyres. “Jesus Christ!” He barks out. “Baby what the hells goin on!” You run to open the door of back passenger seat and jumps in. “Dad drive back! Go back! Don’t go home! Joel’s there!” They both froze.

Joel. The bane of their existence. The pain in their ass. Your Dads ex best friend. Your dad puts the car in reverse and speeds back, turning the car around with fast precision and then demands to know whats going on. “What the fuck you mean Joel’s there?!” He stares at you through the mirror. “He called me then-fuck-he and Tommy broke into the house, killed Ike and was gonna kill you guys.” They both looked at each other. “Then what?!” He barked at you. “Then I smashed a vase over his head and ran. He was unconscious I think.”

“You think? Goddamn it, you’re a fucking idiot! I told you he was trouble, I fucking told you!” The tears are streaming down your face. “I know! I know! Just-call the cops and send them there.” The tyres left dust as your dad drove the car faster, heading to town. Your Mom called the cops and a squad team was sent to the house.

You were escorted to hospital to get your wound stitched up, your mom held your hand, wiped away your tears and soothed her baby girl. Your dad paced the room, clearly still furious. You didn’t tell them you had sex with Joel, what would be the point. They wouldn’t believe you’d just let it happen and conclude that he assaulted you. Joel’s a lot of things but a rapist, he ain’t.

“So-,” your Dad starts, looking like he’s going to give you grief about your life choices, but he sighs, “Ya gonna need some sleep, I’ll wake you in a few hours-your moms gonna go your aunts.” You nod, wiping tears away. “I’m so sorry-I’m so sorry this happened. You guys were right about him.” The nurse finishes up the bandages and leaves, giving your parents the chance to sit beside you and hug you so fucking tight, the stitches are tugging at your skin, little reminders of tonight. You don’t know how long they hugged you for, but a few taps on the door broke the moment. Sheriff Arquette.

“Howdy, Beckers. How we doing?” The sheriff was such a humble man, the nicest man you know, all he brings is goodness. “She’s fine-,” your Mom answered, “-just needs sleep.” Your Dad interrupts, “well? The house-him?” The sheriff adjusts his belt buckle, looking down at the floor, “well uh-they didn’t find anything. Joel wasn’t in the house, they searched the surrounding areas, he was nowhere to be found-nothing. Only Isaac’s and Tommys bodies were found.” You knit your brows together and shudder at the thought that he’s still alive and still out there.

Until the two of you meet again…

The End?

Fun fact: I saw Matthew Lillard on a New York City street in 2008 while on vacay and shouted over to him “you hit me with the phone dick!” He laughed and pointed at me and that was that. A great memory.

I couldn’t think of a good enough title so just-work with me here😂and obv our reader is a Final Girl😁so she had to live.

a/n: I would really appreciate to hear from readers about this, cause I wanna perfect these fics, so please be nice. Was it too long? Not entertaining enough?

Thanks x

A word from Donna: This is longer than I expected I’m SOooo sorry :/ Heads up-This isn’t a smutty fic with a Ghostface-it’s my own little slasher movie. I wanted to write it like a thriller fic rather than straight to sex, ya know? Scream, it’s such a fav of mine, cmon the plot twist alone FFS, my 12 year old mind was blown! Beautiful stuff <3There may be more from this series, I mean how many Screams have there been? ;) This is purely for me, I’ve wanted to write a Ghostface fic for soooo long😁

Soundtrack: I mainly listen to various scream soundtracks on Spotify, but it was mainly Birdbrains album, ‘Let’s Be Nice’ that I overused for inspo :D <3

October 31st - Becker Resident

It’s not a big deal, you think to yourself. It’s just a date, you don’t have to take it further than it needs to, even though you’re dyyyyying to be fucked. Yeah, it was happening. Isaac’s on his way, sadly it’ll take him over an hour to get here, but it gives you plenty of time to get everything prepared. You stop as you turn on the oven burner for the popcorn, the outside security light keeps going off, fuckin raccoon probably. You hope it is. His voice pops in your head, “you’re mine. Always was, always will be, baby. You were made for me.” You shake it off, no-he was not going to ruin tonight.

You change into your faaaav green dress, sweetheart neckline-levitates and shows off your tits, respectfully-it flows down to your thighs, you don’t bother with shoes, or panties for that matter, honestly-why bother. Giving yourself a once over, that damn light again, you have a quick look outside through the blinds. It’s gotta be a raccoon right? Your skin starts to prickle-the feeling like someone’s watching is lurking in your head. You wait for it to go off to get a better look through the blinds, you stare into the darkness-nothing.

You head back into the kitchen, waiting for the popcorn to finish a-poppin, you give it a little shake when that damn light comes on again and the phone rings. You-shit yourself, clutching at your chest, laughing, you answer it;

“Hello?”

*heavy breathing*

“Hellooooo? Who is it?”

“Hey hon, it’s Isaac can you hear me? My signals shit, I’m about forty-five minutes away. You owe me girl I tell ya. Do stuff to me no one’s ever done before.”

You laugh down the phone as you lean over the counter, “of course, it’s a long drive. I’ll do whatever you want-.” you pull a knife out of its stock and twirl the tip on the surface, “-you just gotta name it, so step on it.” Sliding the knife back into its snook. “Yeah-yeah I’ll be there soon. Bye!”

“Bye, dickhead.” You hear a small “you’ll pay for that, girl” as you hang up the phone. You took the burgers, salad, sodas, dips out of the fridge-you decided that burgers were the safest choice for dinner-made from scratch. You were told by him that your burgers were the best in the world. “Goddamn-fucking delicious, nearly as good as your pussy, baby.” He said as he tapped his thigh, “come, sit.” He proceeded to finger you, getting two orgasms from you as he ate his burger. “So delicious and all mine.” You clench your thighs at the thought.

You lay the snacks and drinks on the coffee table, easy access as we watch our horror movie classic-Halloween and obviously very fitting for tonight-when the phone rings, *beep* “for gods sake, ike-just focus on the road so you can get here and fuck me.”

“—You always did have a mouth on ya. Who the fuck is Ike, baby?.” You freeze.

“Joel? What-what the fuck? —why are you calling me? You’re suppose to be leaving me alone. Moving on a shit.” He laughs-a deep chest laugh. You always loved that goddamn laugh of his.

“I’m just checkin in on my baby. Making sure she’s looking after herself—And moving on? It’s me and you til death remember-and this ike guy-he’s gonna be history.”

“What?! Are-are you threatening me?” You clutch the bottom of the phone with both hands, meaning business now, talking through gritted teeth, “look-we’re meant to be moving on, and you are not allowed anywhere near me, Joel Miller so don’t- try anything.”

“Love it when you get all bossy. But no, baby-you’re gonna take me back, like you always do.” You hang up. You shake off the call, you need to pee. Really you should be calling the cops, but you’ve never been a smart girl.

As you come out from the bathroom, there’s knocks at your front door, not even thinking, you open it to-Tommy Miller. “Hey, sweetheart” he oozes out, leaning against the doorframe, he stays there or a second, looking you over. “May I?” Gesturing to come in, even though he’s halfway through the doorway. “Yeah sure” you say sarcastically.

He stands tall, taps on his belt buckle, “so, heard from that brother of mine? He’s been seen lurking around town.” You shake your head. “He called though, usual stuff, ‘I’m his, til death- I don’t think he’s stupid enough to come here.”

He scoffs. “Whatever you say, sweetheart. Look if he calls again, tell him to call me, k?” As he leaves your home he turns and scoffs, “all this fuss over you, you must have one amazing pussy, sweetheart. Talk soon” closing the door behind him. Ugh he makes you shudder. Fuck, you want this night over with. You text Ike, he probably won’t see it but you send one anyway.

-Will you hurry the fuck up, my pussy is throbbing for you here 🤣x

You perk up your boobs more, they’re practically hanging over the neckline. Yeah, this was the perfect dress to get fucked in. Ironically, Joel bought you this dress, he loved you in green, his favourite color. You think back to the dressing room, you holding on for dear life on the stall as Joel pounded you, the thoughts interrupted. The phone rings, “hello? Ike is that you?”

You hear a screech down the phone, like an amp adjusting then that voice came. “Helloooo, baby…ike can’t come to the phone right now-he’s abit tied up.”

“Oh my god, Ike, did you get one of those- voice adjuster things like from, Stab? It’s awesome-carry on talking.” Bless your little dumb heart. Not only are you gullible but little do you know, that Ike-is literally tied up.

“So, baby-what’s your favourite scary movie?”

You act all girly, like the dumb girls in those dumb slasher movies. “Well-,” twirling your hair in your fingers, “-I’m a big fan of those micheal Myers films. Where he like stalks a young woman in her home, it’s so cliché.” You giggle. “What’s yours?” You ask, all shyly, now twirling the hem of your dress.

“Well, my favourite is that Stab movie you mentioned-pretty woman-big tits, home alone, easy prey.” You scoff, “now that’s a cliche answer. The woman always does the wrong things, runs upstairs instead of running out. Ugh, lame….ok, seriously how much longer you gonna be ike?” You hear heavy breathing, then another screech, “won’t be too long, baby. I’m coming for ya.” The call ends.

Eeeeeverything is done, set, and now you wait. You try calling Ike, it just keeps ringing, then the second you hang up, it rings back. “Well hello, baby.”

“Ike for fuck sake, will you hurry the hell up-,” you hear a noise from your backyard, making you jump, and your spine tingles.

Then that voice, “I told you, Ike can’t come to the phone right now, he’s tied up-ya never did listen. So fuckin stubborn.” You hold your breath, tears start to prick at your eyes, “Joel?” You knew, you knew it was him the second your spine tingled. You hear a click, then you hear Joel’s voice. “Surpriiiise, baby.” You duck down and kneel behind a kitchen counter, shaking. “J-Joel? Have you-have you done something to Ike?”

He lets out a deep guttural laugh, “oh baby, I told you he was history-well he’ll be a part of our history very shortly, darlin.” Bitch, why are you clenching your thighs right now?! “Joel-just, just please leave me alone….are-are you here?” He can hear the fear in your voice…You already knew the answer. “Why don’t you look out your back doors for me, baby.” You slowly-dreading every step-tip toe over to the back double doors. You didn’t notice the lights being on this whole time, cause of Ike being tied to a chair. Beaten up.

“What the fuck?! Ike!” You go to open the door but hear a “Nuh uh, baby” from Joel on the other end. “You open the door he dies. His blood, on your hands.” You hear a knock on your front door, you turn around fast. You’re breathing is shaky down the phone, “oh, you sound so scared, baby. Why don’t you open the door and let me in. I’ll make ya feel better” You are full on crying now, “Joel-please-just please leave me alone.” He tuts down the phone, “c’mon, baby. I’ll make ya feel good.”

“I’d rather die!” You scream at the door

Hearing a low chuckle down the phone, “well-that can be arranged, sweetheart.” you hang up to call 911, but then there’s loud, heavy knocks at the door, you jump, dropping the fucking phone. It’s broken. Fuck! You’re just about to run to grab the other phone from your dads office around the corner when heavy knocks are at the back doors. What the hell? Then more loud knocks on your front door. You don’t know what the hell to do.

Do you go grab the phone? Do you attempt to free Isaac? Do you confront the knockers of the doors? Just as you head to the office, there’s a loud bang, the door is broken down and there’s, Ghostface. “Helloooo, baby.” He holds a knife in his hand and twiddles his fingers in a hello gesture. Fuck the phone, you run to the kitchen to grab a knife, then belt it out the back doors, only to run into, another Ghostface who twists the knife out of your hand. “Surprise, sweetheart.” The voice soothed.

You look over his shoulder to see Isaac’s lifeless body, gutted. His insides on the outside. You scream. Joel comes near and sees the lifeless body. “You motherfucker! You killed him? Im suppose to do it, thats the whole goddamn point.” Joel shouted as he took off his mask and aimed his anger at the other figure-who just shrugged-, “and hey-easy, let her go…hey, baby,” Joel strips off the Ghostface cloak, “did you miss me?” He opens his arms, you run into the kitchen to grab another knife but the other figure trips you, “Nuh uh, sweetheart.” He smirks out. “Don’t you fuckin think about it.” Joel shoots him a look, “hey-I said back off.” He comes over to help you up but you snatch your hand away, tears streaming down your face, “don’t fuckin touch me! What-what the fuck, Joel?-“ you look to the other figure, “-who the fuck is that?” You point.

Tommy pulls off his mask and sheds the cloak, “hey, sweetheart-told ya didn’t I, Joel-doesn’t she look good enough to eat? Have a-Stab of’er.” You wipe your nose, the snot is-everywhere. “I-I can’t believe you killed Ike.” You whisper. Joel runs a hand through his dark hair, “well he was coming here to fuck you wasn’t he? We weren’t gonna let that happen baby.” You look between them-out of the two, you could get past Tommy, he seems cocky, guard down abit-but him, no hes figuring you out, he knows what you’re thinking. He knows you too damn well, and you fucking hate it.

“Heads up, Tommy-she’s gonna try ya.” You’re now staring at the floor but you can see them in the corner of your eye. You’re trembling but trying so hard to hold it together, and Joel notices. “Aw, baby-don’t be scared. I just wanted to see you that’s all.” You scoff. “Don’t!-“ Joel lunges at you but stops himself quick, “don’t-you fuckin scoff at me, girl.”

You lean back against a counter, crossing your arms across your chest, even though you can’t fuckin breathe right now. “Okay, so you have me-now what?” You tilt your head, trying to act nonchalant. It seems to be working as Joel’s jaw ticks. “Well-I’m sick of fuckin my fist thinkin about ya-so now that I’ve got the real deal, make a night of it,” he winks. “Tommy, make yaself scarce, keep an eye out for any other visitors, maybe clean up ya fuckin mess while you’re at it.”

Tommy tuts but heads out the back doors, closing them behind him as his gives you a wink, “enjoy, brother-I’ll try not watch sweetheart.” You cringe. Now, it’s just the two of you.

Joel bites his bottom lip, “mmm mm mm, baby you look good. That dress, huh? My favourite? See-that’s where it makes me think..you were expecting me.” You roll your eyes, you expect him to lunge at you again, he hates it when you roll your eyes at him, but he doesn’t, he just strolls over. “Don’t-roll your-goddamn-eyes at me, baby.” He stands tall in front of you, you try not to look at around at your surroundings, giving him a hint of what youre thinking. Joel trails his finger tip over your cleavage, your skin prickles at the contact. “Oh-we like that do we?” He smirks. That fucking beautiful smirk. Yeah you’re getting wetter.

Youre so fucking stupid. Here you are with Joel, a man who could snap your neck like a tooth pick and yet, you’re thinking of him fucking you, with a grip around your throat. You’re sick. “Oh I know that look. Your ‘playing hard to get’ look. It’s ok if you want me, baby. I know how you get around me.” Cocky bastard. He’s not wrong, you’re fucking drenched, but still.

Pretending you’re bored of this conversation, you exasperate letting out a huff, turning to look at the front door. A clean run if he gets distracted, it’s off its hinges thanks to Joel, so no messing with the locks or the handle. You turn to look at him. “You’re right, Joel-of course I want you, I always will.” You’re not lying but nows not the time, don’t get distracted. He leans down, and dips his face into the crook of your neck. “You smell-so sweet, baby. Even he thinks so-.” he says rubbing his bulge against you. Hard as fuck. You’re gonna let him do what he wants to you, let his guard down, even just a smidge, so to allow you to dart outta here.

Joel runs his hands over your body, pinching you, feeling the material of the dress, as he slides them over your hips, he looks up to you and smiles. “Commando, baby? You shouldn’t have.” He bunches up the skirt part to your hips, pussy on full show. He tips back a little to get a good look. “And a full bush, baby-just what I like.” He sucks on his middle finger, and slides through your folds, ghosting your ear. “So-ya know you gotta be punished my sweet. Letting another man fuck you while I’m still alive.” He tuts at you.

“Joel, I’m not taking you back, you scared me-you hurt me, I’m deaf in my left ear because of you.” Joel presses his hips against yours, pinning you against the counter. He pinches the tip of the knife to your cheek. “I said- I was sorry, baby”. You laugh in his face, knocking his hand away, his hips pressing against yours, harder. “So now we’re just gonna forget it and move on, k?” He asked so casual like he got your coffee order wrong.

“Like hell we are!” You manage to knee him in his ghoulies and leg it to the front door, but sadly, he’s fast, calculated-he pins you to a mirror that’s nailed to the wall, your face squished and hands pinned behind your back. “Baby baby-really? That’s so cliche-don’t matter, it’s still gonna work just fine.” You squirm in his grip but he presses himself against you-keeping you still. “Now-we’re gonna be a good girl, and do as we’re told, baby-right?”

Yes. Yes you were. You’re soaked, it’s literally dripping out of you, and he’s gonna know soon enough, that yes, you’re gonna do as you’re told cause you fucking want this, you always will. With his free hand, he slithers it under your dress, grabbing a squeeze of your ass, “fuck, this peach, baby-so soft.” Then he moves his hand- tip toeing his fingers to your pussy, you clench your thighs. “Nuh uh, spread’em, baby.” He nudges your feet apart with his and he continues where he left off, sliding his middle finger through your folds, cupping your pussy. “Mm she’s missed me, all dripping for this lucky SOB.” You squirm in his grip, which tightens, “baby, you carry on and I’ll make it hurt more.” You stop. You just except what’s coming.

You hear his zipper go down and belt unbuckle, you internally squirm. That sound, you don’t know what it is about it but it gets you wet. He nudged his tip to your soaked hole, sinking in inch by inch. You gasp and your hands, even though they’re confined, they’re trying to grab at nothing. “Joel-please-.” He shushes you as he sinks in deeper, letting go off your wrists, “put’em at the side of your head, baby.” You move them slowly, bracketing the mirror, and as you look behind you, all you see is that devastating smile glaring back. “Aatta girl.” Even though he praises you, it’s so condescending.

He pushes up and bottoms out, dipping his head between your shoulders, “goddamn-been so fuckin long, baby-fuuuck. Missed ya so much-us til we die, baby. Yeah?” You can’t answer as you wince in pain around his cock. “Joel please-just please move it hurts.” With another little jab up-making you yelp, his hips move at a fast pace, you grip hold of the mirror and arch your back, making the angle just right, if you gotta do this, you’re gonna fuckin enjoy it. “Knew my baby wanted this, ya fucking twisted.” He’s talking through gritted teeth, gripping your hip, his nails digging in, “gonna get ya there, baby-i know you’re right fuckin there.” You knew the drill, you cum first so he can focus on himself, not that you cared but if you didn’t get your climax, you weren’t gonna be happy.

He circles your clit while rutting into you, each thrust up felt like a stab to your cervix, it’s usually an amazing feeling but Joel was a man on a mission. You watch through the mirror, his looking where you both join, staring at the white ring forming around his cock going in and out. “What a fucking sight, baby. Cmon now, let’s fuckin get there.” You feel the tight coil forming in your belly, which starts to go south, tingling through your pussy, you can’t help but clench around him. “There she is, cmon baby, get there-fucking get there.” The house is filled with your screams, you don’t give a fuck if Tommy can hear or not, it’s intense and you cum hard, tightening around his cock like a vice, he carries on rubbing your swollen bud until you come down, still rutting up into you. As you try to catch your breath he brings his hand away and grabs hold of your ass cheeks, pounding into you hard as he seeks his climax, you scream out louder, holding on to the mirror for dear life. He looks flustered, veins popping out his temples.

He doesn’t cum in you, he pulls out and sprays it over your ass and lower back. Ropes of it spraying on you as he mumbles to himself, “god-damn. Fuuck me.” You feel like you’re gonna keel over, your thighs are shaking, and you haven’t got your breathing under check. Joel seems to be back to earth, when he starts whispering to you to take deep breaths, coaxing you with his words and breathing as he pins you to his chest. “Be a good girl and breathe with me, baby. In and out.” you let out is a whimpers, Joel places his giant hand on your chest, it’s so warm, it soothes you instantly. “Atta girl, there we go.”

Just as you’re basking in his warmth and the feeling of your satisfied pussy, the back doors swing open. Tommy comes in with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Only caught the end of that-fuck me, I wanna have a go. What ya say, brother?” As Joel helps you clean yourself up and fixes your dress, he shoot tommy a glare, it’s one that scares you. He becomes unpredictable, predator-like…like he’s going in for a kill. “Say that again? Don’t think I heard ya, brother.” The once standing tall, smug motherfucker, was now a mumbling mess, turning his shoulders in like he’s a pup getting scolded. “C-cmon, Joel-I was only jokin.” Joel exhales through his nostrils, sounding like a major pissed off bull, “you’re on thin ice already brother-one more strike and I’ll kill ya, got it?…you cleaned up your mess out there?” Tommy only nods, with a shaky breath, you couldn’t help but grin, couldn’t help but make it worse.

“Ya know, Joel-Tommy was here earlier, but you know that obviously, however..he had a few words to say, kinda disrespectful -.” He looks over his shoulder at you then turns back to Tommy, Jesus it reminded you of Poltergeist, when the chicks head spins around? God, his glare at you was dark, just two orbs of pure black. Poor Tommy you smirk to yourself. Joel takes a step closer to him, almost touching noses, “and what did he say, baby?” He tilted his head slightly, Tommy wasn’t blinking, just staring at Joel, you hope he could somehow see your smug face. “Well, he said, ‘all this fuss over you, you must have one amazing pussy, sweetheart.’” You could hear Joel’s teeth clenching and Tommys gulp. Before poor Tommy could utter a word, the room was filled with the sound of a sling and loud garbles. Joel slit his throat, nice and clean. You stand there, wide eyed and turned on, letting out short breaths.

He wipes the bloodied knife on Tommys shirt-he’s gargling in pain, his face is white and his eyes are so wide, you think they’re gonna pop out. He crashes to the floor grabbing at his throat uttering what sounds like “you bitch”. You didn’t feel bad in the slightest, you hated Tommy-always grabbing your ass, calling you sweetheart with his creepy grin, offering quick fucks “Joel’ll never know.” Well he’s out of your life now, one less bastard you don’t have to worry about. This one, on the other hand…has a tight grip on the knife, knuckles white, “baby, c’mere.” His voice is low, raspy and shaky. You slowly walk over, and just when your at arms reach, he grabs at your arm dragging you to stand in front of him, when you steady your feet, he kneels down-his dark eyes glued to yours, as he bunches up your dress.

Joel taps his shoulder with the knife. “Leg. Now.” Like you were gonna tell him no. You kept your balance by gripping his hair, tugging it a little-he didn’t seem to mind.

“baby-you weren’’t lying to me, right, he said that, yeah?”

It’s a good fucking job you were telling the truth, if you were lying, the knife that’s slowly travelling up your leg would surely be driven through your flesh.

You nod, keeping your eyes truthful, shivering as the knife is at your inner thigh, creeping up over your pussy then moving back down. “Good girl, cause baby if you were-I’d have to kill ya.” You gulp loud, his eyes widen. “He did it all, Joel-he wasn’t a good man.” He looks to where the knife is, bunching up your dress, he digs the cold steel into your flesh and drags it along-he digs it harder, carving you. You try and squirm away but he’s strong, too fucking strong, he clamps his arm around your thigh while he carries on carving you. “Ah Joel -stop! Ah what the-fuuuuck!” His grips tightens, “keep still, baby, it’ll hurt more if you move-knock it off or I’ll knock you out.”

You carry on screaming, clawing at his head, shoulders, trying to push yourself from his grip but fuck, his tight fuckin grip. “I mean it! Knock it off I’m nearly done, baby-you’re ok.” You feel yourself go weak and shaky, as the blade burns your skin-then it stops. Joel the sick bastard, licks the wound, and drops your leg down and you fall to the ground, wailing. “What the fuck, Joel.” You choke out. You look down and see his little artwork. JOELS. In capital letters, a few inches away from your pussy. “Oh my god, Joel-what the fu-how could you?! You bastard!”

He stands above you, towering tall-“I’m sorry, baby-but people gotta know who you belong to, can’t have some prick thinking he can have you. Now they’ll all be turned off-til death, baby-remember?” He kneels down again, landing on top of you, bracketing your legs with his, drags his nose up your body until landing his lips on your neck-it’s agonising. He leans on an elbow, still hovering over you and starts unbuttoning your dress, “you look-just fuckin stunning darlin-green always looked amazing on you.” He’s talking over your whimpers, tears are streaming and you’re muttering to yourself.

“Hey!” He snaps his fingers. “-I said knock it off or I do this with you unconscious. Got it?” You wipe your nose on your arm and nod. He carries on unbuttoning your dress, pepper kissing your collarbone. You just lie still, you can believe he did that, it’s why you darent move. After doing the last button, he moves the dress aside, leaving you naked, running his calloused hand over you body-thighs, pussy, stomach, tits. You can feel him starting to coax your legs open with his other hand, then cupping your pussy.

“Gonna let me in again, darlin?” You tense up but slowly open them, with tears still streaming down your face. “Atta girl-always my good girl.” You gush at the praise as he sucks on his fingertips and rubs the wetness over his tip, hooking your leg over his hip and with no warning his rams up. “Fuuck, baby-never gets old.” He begins to slightly roll his hips, his tip stabbing at your cervix, dragging whines out of you. “Joel please-move faster -please.” He nuzzles into your neck, “Nuh uh, baby-this feels too good.” You whine out more pleas and Joel drags his cock out, teases your hole and rams it back in, starting with a rough pace.

He squeezes your thigh where he’s marked you, making you clench around him, “dirty bitch liking that, huh? Liking the pain? Ya just as fucking twisted.” He wraps his giant hand around your throat, placing his mouth right by your ear as he ruts into you to hear his grunts and moans. “Can you hear me, baby? Hear what you do to me with your pretty pussy?” You’re yelping at every thrust, unable to form a fuckin thought, let alone an answer.

He lets go of your throat and slaps your face, hard enough to sting. “Fuckin-answer-me.” He grits it out as he rolls his hips. “Yes Joel -I can hear -I hear it.” Joel moves his hand between your bodies, circles your swollen bud, you bite your lip. That tight snap that’ll send you over is right there, you tense your pussy around his cock, “is my darlin ready? I think she is.” He doesn’t wait for an answer, grabbing hold of your hip he pounds your pussy, fucking relentlessly, he wants to cum with you. “We getting there, baby-yeah I think we are.” he smirks as you clench around him-that band snapping. You both cum, it’s almost violent-tights grips, nails digging in so deep, crimson crescents form, bruising thrusts.

His hips stutter as he grabs yours, making you take every drop of him as his thrusts get sloppy. “Fuck me, baby.” You hiss as rubs his heavy hand along your new scar. “it looks so pretty, baby.”, he whispers leaning down kissing it. Just as you come back to the planet, you whine in pain as something hot attacks your thigh. He fucking stabbed you, right in the leg. Asshole.

“Joel! What-what the fuck-ahh! You fucking asshole!” You grip tight of where blood was gushing out, fuck, it hurt! “Joel fucking help me-.oh my god-I can’t believe -.” He stands towering over tucking himself back in his pants. “Ya didn’t think I’ll let you off the hook for having some guy round did ya? Baby-no man is ever fucking you while I’m around-sorry darlin, had to punish somehow-the cuttin wasn’t enough.” You crawl, dragging your leg then resting your back on Tommys dead body a few feet away.

You feel like the winds been knock outta you, trying to gasp for breath and the wound is stinging-burning up your whole leg, it’s starting to go numb. Joel’s in the kitchen grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink, acting so casual like you’ve cut your finger chopping onions or something, after he fixes you up, Joel pulls you up, dressing you again-doing only half of the buttons, he yanks you against his chest and just as he’s about to say something, the phone in your dads office rings, followed by a beep on the answering machine-then your Moms voice;

Hey honey, we’re on our way back, should be home in ten minutes-,” then she whispers down the phone so your Dad won’t hear, “-please finish any shenanigans you and Ike are upto.” followed by a little giggle.

You quickly think-ten minutes-you could run out the door, down the road until your parents came into view. Joel brings back your attention by grabbing your chin between his finger and thumb with a harsh grip, “so mommy dearest knew about Ike as well? Knew you’d fuck him…well she’s gotta go-and daddy will be with her-so he’s gotta too I’m afraid.” Your eyes widen with fear, you gotta act fast, cause this fucker ain’t joking.

Coincidentally, a very expensive and heavy looking vase is to your right, it seems the perfect weapon to knock Joel out, he sees you eyeing it but just this once-you’re too quick for him. You grab it in a tight grip and smash it against his head, he lets you go and falls to the floor and stills, he’s not unconscious but girl, fucking run! You hear weak moans behind you as you dart out the door but you don’t look back. Running barefoot, the gravel is hurting like a motherfucker but grass is on the horizon-you just gotta keep running.

There’s no sound coming from the house, hopefully you knocked him out hard enough til the cops get here.

You see the long stretch of dark green and your feet welcome the wet grass, you take a quick breather-wriggling your toes between the green strands then you see them…car lights. “MOM! DAD!” You’re waving frantically knowing damn well they can’t see you, so you run. After a few minutes you stop just feet away from the car, you Dad stomps on the brake making the car drag the dirt with its tyres. “Jesus Christ!” He barks out. “Baby what the hells goin on!” You run to open the door of back passenger seat and jumps in. “Dad drive back! Go back! Don’t go home! Joel’s there!” They both froze.

Joel. The bane of their existence. The pain in their ass. Your Dads ex best friend. Your dad puts the car in reverse and speeds back, turning the car around with fast precision and then demands to know whats going on. “What the fuck you mean Joel’s there?!” He stares at you through the mirror. “He called me then-fuck-he and Tommy broke into the house, killed Ike and was gonna kill you guys.” They both looked at each other. “Then what?!” He barked at you. “Then I smashed a vase over his head and ran. He was unconscious I think.”

“You think? Goddamn it, you’re a fucking idiot! I told you he was trouble, I fucking told you!” The tears are streaming down your face. “I know! I know! Just-call the cops and send them there.” The tyres left dust as your dad drove the car faster, heading to town. Your Mom called the cops and a squad team was sent to the house.

You were escorted to hospital to get your wound stitched up, your mom held your hand, wiped away your tears and soothed her baby girl. Your dad paced the room, clearly still furious. You didn’t tell them you had sex with Joel, what would be the point. They wouldn’t believe you’d just let it happen and conclude that he assaulted you. Joel’s a lot of things but a rapist, he ain’t.

“So-,” your Dad starts, looking like he’s going to give you grief about your life choices, but he sighs, “Ya gonna need some sleep, I’ll wake you in a few hours-your moms gonna go your aunts.” You nod, wiping tears away. “I’m so sorry-I’m so sorry this happened. You guys were right about him.” The nurse finishes up the bandages and leaves, giving your parents the chance to sit beside you and hug you so fucking tight, the stitches are tugging at your skin, little reminders of tonight. You don’t know how long they hugged you for, but a few taps on the door broke the moment. Sheriff Arquette.

“Howdy, Beckers. How we doing?” The sheriff was such a humble man, the nicest man you know, all he brings is goodness. “She’s fine-,” your Mom answered, “-just needs sleep.” Your Dad interrupts, “well? The house-him?” The sheriff adjusts his belt buckle, looking down at the floor, “well uh-they didn’t find anything. Joel wasn’t in the house, they searched the surrounding areas, he was nowhere to be found-nothing. Only Isaac’s and Tommys bodies were found.” You knit your brows together and shudder at the thought that he’s still alive and still out there.

Until the two of you meet again…

The End?

Fun fact: I saw Matthew Lillard on a New York City street in 2008 while on vacay and shouted over to him “you hit me with the phone dick!” He laughed and pointed at me and that was that. A great memory.

I couldn’t think of a good enough title so just-work with me here😂and obv our reader is a Final Girl😁so she had to live.

a/n: I would really appreciate to hear from readers about this, cause I wanna perfect these fics, so please be nice. Was it too long? Not entertaining enough?

Thanks x

You never considered yourself to be a naturally jealous person. You had no reason to be. The people of Jackson knew well enough that you were Joel’s lady, and he was your man. You never had to worry about getting hit on at the Jackson bar, or while on patrol, because no one dared to even look at what belonged to Joel. The women of Jackson? They were a little more ballsy than you thought.

You knew your man was handsome. Hell, he was fucking beautiful in your eyes. You’d see some of the single women, and even some of the happily taken women, fawn over your man.

Could you really blame them? He was definitely a sight for sore eyes. You’d watch them touch his arm, laugh at something he’d say and that’s when your jealousy began to bubble deep in your gut.

Didn’t these women know Joel belonged to you? Did he remember who he belonged to? Perhaps you needed to give him a gentle reminder.

Your man had arrived home late one night after being on patrol. You could hear his heavy boots from where you stood in the kitchen, you heard him mutter under his breath about his bad back as he hung his rifle up alongside yours. Joel was currently looking forward to a well deserved, hot shower and a good cuddle with you, his lady. He knew however that something was off because you never would leave the lights off. You kept them on usually on the nights you knew he would be getting home late.

He called out your name.

“Baby? You down here? Where are you, my sweet girl?”

He heard your soft footsteps padding from the kitchen and then your face appeared soon after. He wasted no time to grab you by the waist and pull you flush against his chest. “Hi honey, I was just waiting up for you.” You softly spoke while draping your arms around his neck. “How was it out there?”

“Mmm. Hi Sugar. Why were all the lights off? You usually keep ‘em on for me. S’alright out there. Long fuckin’ shift, and all I could think about was comin’ home to you darlin’.”

You gave him a sweet kiss, gently playing with the ends of his hair through your fingers. “Yeah, baby? I’m sorry it was a long shift. Are you tired? Here, how about you sit down? You’ve been on your feet all day.”

Joel kissed you back immediately while he tightened his grip around your waist, pulling you in as close as he physically could. “S’alright. Feet and back are fuckin’ killin’ me though, sweet girl. Is Ellie home?”

You slowly pulled away from the kiss, sliding your arms down from around his neck and brought your hands down his chest. “C’mon i’ll take care of you, okay? She’s at Dina’s. They’re watching a movie so we’ll have the place to ourselves all night.”

“You had me at we’re gonna have the place to ourselves all night darlin.’” a chuckle vibrated up his chest. “Did ya have somethin’ particular in mind baby?”

You unwrapped his arms from around your waist, grabbing his hands as you brought him into the dining room. “I knew you’d love the sound of that Joel. Go on, take a seat honey.”

He raised an eyebrow in your direction as he tried to gauge just exactly what it was that you were up to. When he took too long for your liking, you placed your hand on his chest and firmly coaxed him down into the chair.

“What’re—”

He was cut off when you had climbed into his lap, straddling his hips while you brought his arms behind the chair, holding his wrists together firmly.

“Shhh. You trust me, right baby? I just wanna take care of you. Treat you real well but first, I think you need a gentle reminder of who you belong to.”

Joel’s eyes had immediately widened when you ever so casually climbed into his lap. His own frustration began to bubble when you brought his arms around the back of the chair, preventing him from touching you. “Course I trust you honey. Whad’ya mean you need to remind me who I belong to? Baby, I belong to you. You and I both know that.”

“Do the Jackson women know that you belong to me? I see the way they fawn over you Joel. You think I don’t notice? They practically fall to their knees when you’re around.”

Joel chuckled, leaning his head back against the chair with a smirk on his lips. “Do I sense a bit of jealousy in ya? I see the way they act around me sugar. I don’t pay ‘em any attention. Don’t need to when I’ve got you. By far the prettiest girl in town. Can confidently say I am one fuckin’ lucky man.”

Joel was too focused on you in his lap to notice that you had pulled a strand of thick rope from your pocket. He barely felt you tie his wrists together behind the chair, till it was too late.

“Yeah, you are one fuckin’ lucky man, Miller and you better remember it.”

He let out a strained noise from his throat when he realized you had successfully tied him to the chair and his eyes narrowed in on you. “Fuckin’ minx. You really just go and tie me to the damn chair?” He let out a low growl.

You were the one smirking now as you leaned in close to his face, your lips nearly touching his. “I did baby, I told you I’m going to take care of you. Just trust me on this okay?” You spoke in a sickly sweet tone.

Your words traveled down his neck, past his thighs and settled beneath his jeans where his cock had twitched slightly. It didn’t take much to get your man going and you were pretty proud of that.

“So you tied me to the damn chair? You gonna punish me, sweet girl? You got it in you to do that to me baby?”

You brought your fingers around his throat, tipping his chin back slightly as you brushed your lips over his, taking his lower lip between your teeth, biting down on the soft flesh as you tugged it out. Your actions elicited a low groan from his chest.

“Oh, I think you and I both know I’ve got it in me baby. You gonna be a good boy for me, or are you gonna be difficult?”

You quite literally stole the air from this man’s lungs. All the blood was draining straight down to his cock. God, you were so filthy and he loved every second of it. “I’ll be a good boy for you darlin’, only if you promise to give me your worst.”

His pupils darkened as he looked up at you, desperately wishing he could fucking touch you as he pulled against his restraints on his wrists.

“I promise you I will, baby.” You cooed and his eyes nearly rolled back into his skull.

You dragged your fingertips along the thin skin of his throat as you leaned down over him, bringing your lips to the shell of his ear, kissing the skin right below. It was the spot that you knew drove him crazy. “You let me know if it’s too much and you wanna stop. Okay honey?”

He felt a shiver run down his spine from your lips along his neck. “I know darlin’. I got you, you got me.”

Your relationship with Joel had been built around trust, and consent. It was important to you both, and no matter what the situation was between you, consent was always at the forefront.

“Good boy.” You whispered against the shell of his ear as you reached into your pocket and pulled out a blindfold.

His jaw went slack as you tied the fabric around his head, covering his eyes from your view.

“You’re about to fuckin’ ruin me, aren’t you baby?” He rasped out, feeling his senses on overdrive now that he could no longer see you.

“Gonna do a lot more than just that, honey. You just sit back and relax. I got you.” You pressed another kiss to the spot below his ear before you slowly dragged your lips down his neck, nipping and biting at the thin skin as he hissed under his breath, turning his head to the side slightly so you would have better access.

You dragged your sinful tongue down the expanse of his throat, you could feel his pulse quicken as your fingers began to expertly undo the buttons on his flannel, exposing his skin to the warm air as you let your fingertips trace down his collarbones, brushing over his nipples as they descended down over his navel.

His stomach went taut under your soft, feather light touches. He had sucked in a harsh breath as his cock twitched in his jeans once more. “Baby, please. Don’t fuckin’ keep me on edge like this honey. Please, I’ll be a good boy, just like I promised.” Your man begged you.

You popped the button off his jeans and tugged the zipper down. Offering him a brief moment of relief as you tugged his jeans down over his broad thighs, listening to the fabric fall down his ankles, and settle above his boots.

His breath hitched in his throat when your fingers lightly brushed over his growing bulge in his boxers. He was so big, so thick, the fabric was straining and could barely hold him.

What you did next? Completely through your man for a loop. You had unsecured your knife from your holster, dragging the edge of the blade down his chest, over his navel. The coolness of the metal against his hot skin was a delicious combination.

He tugged on the restraints hard, the chair scraping on the old hardwood floor when the edge of your knife dragged across his covered bulge. Your man fucking whimpered.

“Darlin’, is that your knife baby? What’re you gonna do with that, huh?”

You kept the edge of your knife lightly pressed against his bulge. You could feel his thighs quiver beneath you, and his cock twitch once more as you leaned in, and whispered against his ear, “Who do you belong to, Mr. Miller?”

He let out a string of curses past his plush lips, stuttering over his words as he was already a whimpering mess beneath you and you had barely touched him. “Yours baby. I’m all fuckin’ yours. All yours.”

“Good boy.” You hummed as you removed the blade from his covered bulge, placing it down on the table before you wasted no time to free him from his constraints. Watching his cock spring up against his stomach. The tip was leaking with precum, all thanks to you and your filthy words. Your mouth was already salivating for a taste of him.

He could no longer feel the weight of your body on his lap. He heard the chair scrape slightly as you got down on your knees in front of him. He wanted to fucking see your pretty face, your irresistible eyes on him, but the fabric on his eyes, blinded him from experiencing that pleasure.

“Gonna have a taste of you now, okay baby? Dying to have one.”

“Fu—fuckin’ hell darlin’ you tryin’ to send me to an early grave talkin’ like that—“

He lost his voice the moment your pretty lips wrapped around his aching tip. You swirled your tongue against the veiny head, collecting his precum with ease.

You dragged your lips and tongue down his thick length, feeling him twitch again as he let his whimpers flow through his lips freely.

“You taste so sweet, honey. What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue baby?”

Joel growled frustratingly as he gave the restraints another good tug but they wouldn’t budge and he was completely at your mercy.

“That’s my fuckin’ line darlin’” he groaned.

“Yeah?” You hummed against his length, letting your fingers grasp his balls, giving them a little squeeze. “Well, now it’s mine. Deal with it.”

“You little—”

You had wrapped your lips back around his tip, slowly sliding your wet, hot mouth down over him, as you slowly began to bob your head at a delicious pace.

“F-f-fuck—darlin’ that pretty little mouth of yours is gonna be the death of me. Not gonna fuckin’ last long like this.” He groaned while bucking his hips up slightly, desperately wanting more.

You brought your free hand, that wasn’t playing with his balls, around his thick thigh. You sank your nails into his skin, dragging them downwards as he let out a hiss, digging the heels of his boots into the floor.

You could feel every ridge, every vein against your tongue as you continued to suck him off, your teeth lightly scraped against his length as his tip hit the back of your throat. You knew how to take him well, but there were still tears pricking in the corner of your eyes. You fucking loved having his cock shoved down your throat like this. You loved the way he whimpered out your name, just from your mouth and tongue wrapped around him.

“Fuck—fuck baby you gotta stop soon, please! Fuck. I’m seein’ stars right now. Takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well in that pretty little mouth. S’pretty, just for me.”

Your throat tightened around him slightly as you held him there for a few moments, nearly gagging around him before you slowly lifted your head up, releasing him from your mouth with a pop. You had saliva dripping down your chin that he would have absolutely loved to see, along with your pretty swollen lips.

He heard your own jeans start to be taken off as he listened to the fabric hit the floor with a soft thud as he anticipated your next move on him.

“Where’d you go, darlin’? Can’t feel ya anymore..you better not be fuckin’ leaving me down here tied up like this—”

You had sank back down into his lap, your covered, aching cunt brushing against his swollen tip as you let out a low hiss from the friction. “Mmm. I’m right here baby. I wouldn’t be that cruel to leave you tied up like this..don’t give me any ideas though, okay? Not finished with you yet.”

He let a whine slip past his throat when he could feel your cunt rub against him, as you rolled your hips into his slowly, eliciting another frustrated groan from him, and an eager moan from you.

You reached your hand up, untying the fabric from his eyes and tossed it to the side, his eyes were immediately locked on yours, his jaw clenched so tightly, he could cut something with how sharp it was.

“You gonna fuckin’ let me touch you baby? Or not yet? Gonna keep me on the edge? Fuckin filthy little whore you are. M’so fuckin lucky.” He whimpered.

You brought your fingers through the back of his hair, gripping it tightly as you yanked his head back, rolling your hips into his once more. “Do you think you deserve to fuck me right now, baby? You think you deserve to fill me up with your cock? C’mon, answer me.” You demanded

Joel’s jaw went slack at your words as he swallowed hard. You were something fucking else entirely and he was at a loss for words.

“I’ve been a good boy, haven’t I baby? C’mon, sweet girl. Let me fill you to the fuckin’ brim. Please. Please. Please. Want to feel your warmth around me so fuckin’ bad. Give into me darlin.’ Take me however you fuckin’ want.” He rasped.

He watched as your hand slid down between your bodies, pulling your panties to the side, revealing your slick pussy to his greedy eyes as you dragged your fingers through your arousal. Swirling your fingers against your clit as you kept your eyes locked on his. “Bet you wish you were touching me right now, huh baby? I’m so fuckin’ wet for you. Don’t you wish you could have a taste? Mmm, your fingers do a much better job than mine.” You purred, wasting no time to slip two of your fingers inside, pumping them slowly on his lap. “I’m so fucking tight, Joel. Don’t you wanna feel me baby? Feel how fucking tight I am for you.”

Joel frankly had enough with your teasing. He nearly had drool dripping down his chin as he watched you with hooded eyes. He watched your fingers, slick with your own arousal, disappear inside your tight cunt. The squelching sounds of your wet pussy had his eyes rolling back as he kicked the side of the table with his boot, frustratingly.

“Goddamn you. Fuckin’ filthy. Look at you fuckin’ yourself on my lap. Fuckin’ should be my fingers filling you up right now. You little minx. Do I have to fuckin’ beg you? Your pretty little pussy is fuckin’ purring for me baby. You gotta let me out of these things, please baby. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please fuckin’ let me touch you.”

“No.” You spoke sweetly, between moans. “Keep fucking watching me Joel. Keep watching me fuck my pretty little pussy.”

“You are so goddamn lucky that you tied a fuckin’ good knot. Gonna fuckin’ ruin you when I get out of these baby. Just you fuckin’ wait.” He growled. He was unable to tear his gaze from your fingers fucking yourself, even if he tried. He was absolutely intoxicated with you.

You slipped your fingers out of your mouth slowly, they were dripping in your arousal as you brought them up to your lips, licking them clean right before his very eyes as he kicked the side of the table once more.

Your man was absolutely feral.

You grabbed the base of his cock then, dragging his tip against your slick folds, his arousal and yours mixing together. When you finally, sank down onto him, he let out the most delicious fucking sound you had ever heard. The mix between a groan, and a whimper as you sank down to the hilt, bringing your arms around his neck. “Filling me up so good already, baby. See what happens when you’re a good boy? You get rewarded.”

His breath hitched in his throat when you rolled your hips into his. He could feel every inch of you slide around his cock, and just as you started to get into a rhythm, rising and falling over his thick length as your walls gripped around him deliciously, the rope around his wrists snapped, falling to the floor.

His hands were on you before you even had the chance to open your mouth. You were positively fucked.

“Now, it’s my fuckin’ turn.” He had immediately grabbed ahold of your hips, roughly pulling your chest flushed against his as he fucked into you, his balls slapping against your ass while his nails dug into your hips harshly. “You fuckin’ like that baby? You naughty fuckin’ girl. Hope you enjoyed your fuckin’ little game while it lasted baby.”

His lips were attacking every inch of your skin, between your neck, collarbones and breasts, he was absolutely ruining you with his mouth. nipping, biting, sucking on your tender flesh as he fucked into you, drinking in your moans around him as you let him finally have control, not that you had much of a choice. You knew it was only a matter of time before the restraints would snap.

He had grabbed you from your ass, lifting you up onto the dining room table, while still buried deep inside of you. He brought your legs over his shoulders as he fucked into you, with your back firmly planted against the table.

When you had reached down to touch yourself, he smacked your hand away, grabbing both of your wrists and slammed them down above your head, holding them down with one hand. “No.” He growled.“You don’t get to fuckin’ do all of that to me and then think that you can touch yourself, baby. You’re mine now. You fuckin’ got that? All. Fucking. Mine”

“Joel—fuck! Please baby, I was only having a little fun! Please, are you going to let me cum?” You whimpered, tugging your lower lip between your teeth as you looked up at him with those eyes that would send any man’s knees buckling.

Joel let out a deep chuckle, using his free hand to close in around your throat, his thumb pressing against your windpipe as he leaned down, bringing his forehead against yours, drinking in your moans as his lips crashed into yours, your teeth and tongues clashing together. It was a rough, heated kiss. One that was absolutely scrambling your brain. “You think you fuckin’ deserve to cum? You think you deserve that?” He mumbled into your lips, holding you completely captive beneath him.

Your breath was caught in your throat as his thumb squeezed along your windpipe slightly, just enough for you to feel it. The pain, mixing with the pleasure, you fucking loved it.

“Please, Joel! Please let me cum, baby! Don’t you want me to coat your cock? You gotta let me cum otherwise I can’t—”

He slammed his hips into yours, knocking your back against the table, stealing the air from your lungs. “What was that? Sorry, sugar. Can’t hear you above the sounds of my cock tearing your pretty little pussy apart.”

You let out a choked sob when his tip had hit the spongy spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. Your body was beginning to tremble beneath him and you nearly cried when you finally felt his thumb working your clit to the very edge.

He had released your wrists just so you could wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, and sink your nails into his skin, he knew how much you loved that.

“So fucking close, Joel! So close! Thank you baby, thank you!” You praised him.

Both of your bodies were slick with sweat as his thrusts began to grow uncoordinated and sloppy but despite this, he was still working his thumb over you, stumbling over his words as he groaned out your name.

“That’s it, my pretty fuckin’ filthy girl. Gonna cum around my cock? Gonna coat me? Wanna see you leaking out on the fuckin table when I’m through with you. Think you can handle that honey? Wanna see my fuckin’ cum drippin’ out of that pretty little pussy.”

It didn’t take long for either of you to hit your impending high. It crashed around you, sending white hot pleasure up from your core and through your whole body, Joel shuddered above you, as your pussy milked him of every last fucking drop. He kissed all over your face, praising you for being such a good girl as he gave one last deep thrust, before collapsing on top of you.

This is how it always ended. Joel buried deep inside of you while he grew soft, yours and his cum leaking out of you, while you would cradle him against your chest, running your fingers through his sweat soaked hair.

The post orgasm calm was your favorite part undeniably. You loved the lazy, sex stained grin your man would give you. God, he always looked so pretty after a proper fuck. He’d kiss you slow, deep, letting his tongue slip into your mouth while your fingers would gently scrape against his beard.

“I wanna see more of that in the future.” He mumbled into your lips, kissing you languidly.

“Yeah? You liked that?”

“Fuckin’ loved havin’ you take control like that baby. Do it whenever you want, kay?”

You let out a soft giggle, pulling away from the kiss to get some air as he let out a small whine, he wasn’t ready to stop kissing you just yet. So instead, he let his lips kiss all over your face, your cheeks, chin, nose, your eyelids. He couldn’t get enough of you.

“I will definitely be taking control more often, baby. I can promise you that.”

“Good.” He hummed, pressing one more kiss to your nose, lightly nibbling on it before he slowly slipped out from your warmth.

“We made quite the mess together honey. Dripping all down the fuckin’ table.” He chuckled, dragging his finger through your cum mixed with his, before he licked his finger clean, shooting you a wink.

You sat up slowly, your heart beat had returned to normal as you watched your man with a small grin as he collapsed back into the chair, kicking his boots off along with his jeans before he gathered the pile of clothes up into his arms to take them to the laundry room.

“I fuckin’ love you, you know that?”

“I know you do, Joel. I love you too.”

He leaned down over you, kissing you sweetly once more. He left to drop the clothes off in the laundry room before he grabbed a towel. He was always big on after care so you laid there, waiting for him.

He gently wiped between your thighs, and then the table before he was scooping you up into his arms. He helped you wrap your legs around his hips as he carried you upstairs, smiling to himself when he could feel your thighs tremble, all thanks to him.

One well deserved hot shower later, and you and your man were curled up in bed together. You were the big spoon tonight because you know how much he loves to be held by you.