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some people can write really lovely fics but young girl x old man whoâs doe eyed and pigtailed and giddy and all innocent nah bra
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Story summary: After telling Joel youâve never been in a fire station, Joel takes you on a late night field trip and things get haaaawt.
Warnings/tags: Pinv, semi-public sex, Joel cums inside(and early), fucking in a fire truck(riding). Joel being a tease. Readers age not specified, neither is Joels :) au!Joel. Fireman!Joel. No description of reader other than she has breasts and vagina :P any tags Iâve missed lmkđŠľ
wc: 3k. Im awful at tagging and titles so please just go with me on this. The gorgeous dividers were created by @/uzmacchiato Go check out their masterlist-ohmygod so stunning.
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.
âSo!- you ask, facing him. âWhatâs something youâve never done?â Joel huffed a small laugh, eyes narrowing like he was thinking. âNever done?â âYeah,â you pressed. âCome on. Everyone has something.â He shifted slightly, still having a think. âI dunno. Iâve done a lot.â
âOh- thats not an answer.â A corner of his mouth lifted. âAâright, aâright⌠Iâve never been on one of those fancy vacations. Ya know resort, beach. All that crap.â You smiled. âI can picture you on a beach.â
He gave you a look. âNo, you canât.â
You laughed, leaning closer. âOkay, yeah, seeing you on a beach would be like seeing a fuckin unicorn fart out lucky charmsâ. He pinches his brows at you. âMeaning itâs never gonna happenâŚ. Okay my turn-.â Joelâs gaze stayed on you, patient. âYeah?â
You hesitated for a beat, then shrugged. âItâs ironic, given your profession⌠but Iâve never actually seen inside of a fire station before.â That got his attention, leaning back slightly.
His brows lifted. âYouâre kiddin?â
âNope.â
Joel stared like youâd just admitted youve never seen the sky. âYouâve never been inside one? Not like.. on a school trip?â
âNo, they never did that at my school.â He shook his head slowly, disbelief mixing with amusement. âHuh.â
âWhat?â
He paused, eyes flicking toward the clock.
A beat passed. Then Joel sat forward, planting his hands on his knees like heâs made a decision, he turned to you, that dry humor settling into his expression. âYou wanna see one?â
Your eyes widened. âWhat? Joel, itâs late-itâs- after 12.â
âSo?â He replied so deadpanned.
âYouâre serious?â
He shrugged, casual as anything. âStationâs only ten minutes away. The guys on duty should be asleep, I can show you around real quick.â You stared at him, caught between laughter and disbelief. âIs this your idea of making me more spontaneous?â
âMaybe,â he said. âUnless youâre scared.â
âOh, pleaseâ you blew raspberries at him, maybe spitting on him a little.
His mouth twitched. âSo?⌠we going or what?â He asks, standing.
You stood up too, heart suddenly jumping with the strange thrill of it. âI can be spontaneous, Millerâ you state as you put on your coat.
Joel watched you for a moment, something warm in his eyes. âCâmon-,â he said softly, âIâll show you where I spend my time-when Iâm not with you.â 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 hadnât 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. âYou alright?â he asked quietly.
You let out a breath, smiling. âYeah-I just-I canât believe Iâve never been in a fire station before, itâs fuckin awesome.â Joel turned to you, the corner of his mouth twitching. âNot exactly a tourist attraction, darlin,â he murmured.
âStill,â glancing up at him. âItâs where you spend all those long nights, itâs like your-life.â His gaze lingered on you for a beat, the overhead lights feeling warm above you both. âYeah-,â he said. âGuess it is.â
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. âSo which ones are yours?â 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. âOh my God,â you murmured. âTheyâre huge.â Joelâs voice came from behind you, lower. âYer they are.â
You glance over your shoulder all playful but not impressed. âOh give me a breakâ
His eyes narrowed with amused warning, âthey hurt like hell when someone kicks you withâem.â
You look at him all confused, âwhy are you lot kicking each other?- oh I donât wanna know, probably some stupid âguyâ thing.â 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. âWhatâre you doin?â he asked, looking at you like you head ten heads.
âIâm trying them on,â 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. âOh my god. They weigh a ton.â
âWell, theyâre not meant for walking around like-â He stopped, because you were already reaching for the waist of the pants.
His brows pulled together.
âOh, relax,â you said, teasing. âIâm just curious.â 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. Joelâs gaze flicked away immediately, jaw tightening like he was physically forcing himself to be respectful-and to see if anyone was about.
But he didnât move. Didnât 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 wasnât ridiculous at all, but like he couldnât quite breathe.
âWell?â You ask softly, eyes bright. âHow do I look?â For a moment, he didnât answer. Then he cleared his throat, voice low. âLike fuckin trouble.â
Your smile softened. âIs that bad?â
Joel took a slow step closer, the space between you shrinking in the dim station light. âNo,â he said, quieter still. âJust⌠dangerous.â
You swallowed, suddenly aware of how close he was, of how private this felt, even with the rest of the men asleep upstairs.
Joelâs 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. âYouâre making it real hard for me to be a gentleman here.â
Your breath caught, warmth spreading through your body. âMaybe-,â you whispered, âI donât want you to be one.â
Joelâs eyes darkened, and for a long beat, the firehouse felt like it was holding its breath with them. Joelâs 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.
âYouâre gonna break your neck,â he muttered, though there was no real bite to it.
You huffed. âIâm fine.â
âYou look like a kid playin dress-up.â
âI do not.â
He gave you a slow once over, the corner of his mouth twitching. âMaâam, those pants are held up by pure audacity right now.â
You laughed, swatting at his arm. âShut up.â
Joelâs chuckle was low, warm. âCâmon,â he said, nodding toward the truck. âSince youâre already committed to the bit⌠might as well show you the inside.â
Your eyes widened. âWait-really?â
âReally.â
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. âHow do you even get up there?â
Joel lifted a brow. âUsually with less⌠distraction.â
âOh, excuse me,â you scoffed. âSome of us arenât trained professionals.â
He leaned in slightly, voice dry. âSome of us are also not wearin pants four sizes too big.â
You made a face, then turned toward the side step grabbing the handle. You lifted one boot-and immediately wobbled, Joelâs hand shot out, steadying you at the waist. âEasy,â he said low, tightening his hold on you.
You clutch the rail harder. âOh this is impossible!â
âItâs not impossible,â he said, amused. âjust not meant to do this with just-lingerie and bravery.â
You burst out laughing, breathless. âJoel!â
âWhat?â His voice was innocent, but his eyes were not. âYour tit is on the verge of slipping out, darlin.â You tried again, hauling yourself up with a dramatic grunt. One boot landed on the step with a loud clunk.
âThere,â you pant. âSee?-Iâm doing it.â
Joel leaned against the truck, arms folding. âMm, Real graceful.â
âOh my god-â You made another attempt, suspenders pulling slightly as you struggled, and Joelâs expression shifted like he was trying so hard not to laugh and wake up the entire station. âYou need help there, darlin?â he asks smugly.
âNo. I do not need help.â
âYa sure?â
You glared down at him. âStop enjoying this.â
âIâm not enjoyin it,â 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. âCâmon, hop aboard.â
Joelâs 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. âItâs nice.. bit snug inside-couldnât swing a dick in there,â you said looking behind you at the controls, the radios, the worn familiarity of it all. Joel nodded. âYeah. Itâs home, in a way-and no, canât swing a dick in here.â
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. âI look ridiculous.â
Joelâs voice dropped. âNo.â You blinked, meeting his gaze. He was serious now. âYou donât,â he murmured. âYou lookâŚâ He didnât finish.
Your breath caught. âLike trouble?â Repeating his earlier words.
His mouth twitched. âYeah-like trouble.â He admitted.
The air between you shifted, thick with something neither of you joked about. You leaned up a fraction. âAgain-Is that bad?â
Joelâs hand lifted, slow, careful, fingers brushing the suspender strap at your shoulder like he needed to ground himself.
His voice was quiet. âNo. Just makes it hard to think.â
Your lips parted, eyes searching his. âThen donât,â you whispered.
That was all it took.
Joel leaned down, deliberate, warm-his kiss unhurried but certain, like heâd 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 didnât 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. âChristâŚâ 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, âJoel-no-not here.â 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 heâs decided you were the only thing that mattered. âCâmon, baby-thought you were gonna be more spontaneous, mmm?â Joel cocked a brow at you, daring you-how dare he.
âChallenge accepted, motherfucker.â
His smile widened, âatta girl.â You ungracefully manage to get the massive pants off, keeping your panties on-just to tease him. âForgettin somethin, baby.â His eyes dart down as you straddle him again. âNah, you need a bit of a challenge too, Mr Fireman.â You felt the veins in his arms as he wrapped them around you. âIâve been in stickier situations, baby.â 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. âMmm all ready fâme, baby? Not even fuckin touched ya and ya already a mess.â Heâs not squeezing hard, but your breaths shorten, whether itâs cause of the lack of oxygen orrrrr youâre 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.
Itâs right fuckin there, your pussy just dying to swallow it whole. You know what youâre up against, heâs a big boy-as you discovered the first time you gave him a blow-job. âFuckin hell, Joel-itâs gonna break my jaw.â He came, so you did a great job.
âJoel-please-â you shamelessly begged.
You felt him smile against your lips, he lowers you down, the stretch-Jesus Christ-you couldnât help but loudly gasp, Joel covered your mouth, smiling, âshhhh, baby-donât wanna wake the guys up do ya?â 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. âYouâre aâright, baby-take ya time but next shift is iiiiin.. five minutes.â
You laugh as you swat his chest, âshut up, youâre a lot to take.â
âShouldâve ate ya out first, then maybe a couple of fingers.â
You jolt back shocked, forgetting that your speared on his dick. âDidnât know that was an option?â
âWell too late, darlin.â Heâs 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.
âDid you just say, grandma?â
âYeah -trying me best not to-â
After the penny drops, you laugh softly, âWell, miller-,â you lean in to whisper, â-youâre the one thatâs making me wait-cmon on now, I think weâve waited long enough donât you?â You end it with a tight clench around his cock, making his hips jerk and let out grunts.
âFuckin trouble you are, darlin.â He cradles your back, leaning away slightly-giving you a once over, you canât help but giggle like a schoolgirl. God youâre 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. âChrist almighty, am not gonna last here.â
Oh you took that as a challenge, you honestly didnât care if you came or not, you wanted to see how quickly he would.
âAw Joel-feels so good-fuck you feel so good.â 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. âNo fuck-no ah come on-â Bless him, he tried SO hard but his hips jerk up as he sprays your walls inside. Youâre softly laughing, as Joel notices, âstopâstop laughing. Ah shit mâsorry, baby.â
You give the poor guy a hug, and tell what every man wants to hear, âwe take it as a compliment if you cum quick, means ya like us.â Of course he doesnât buy it, but nonetheless he doesnât argue. âAnd donât worry, your face scrunching-trying SO hard is all the reward I needâ
You both sit there for a few moments, catching your breath, running hands over each other. âDidnât even get a chance to play with these beauties.â He says it so absentmindedly as you suddenly feel giant hands on your tits. âYeah well, always next time, Joely.â
As you both carry on sitting there, he gives your hip a little pinch. âSo?-first time in fire station, howâd ya rate it?â
âOh. Definitely giving it a ten outta ten. Maybe one day I can ride ya on the go.â
âOh thatâs definitely I challenge Iâll wanna do, baby.â
You hold up your pinky, âswear it.â
He gives your finger a little tug with his. âI swear.â
âOkay.â
You look over your shoulder, having a little nose of all the buttons and controls. âHey-what does this button d-,â
âDonât push that!!!â
Of course you pressed the big red button youâre 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.
game!grandpa!Joel x f!reader - tit/nipple play/slapping. Cockwarming, pinv, creampie. Fainting. Mention of period blood. Little bit of MommyDaddy play. Bit of aftercare. One shot. Divider by @/viviansturns & @/uzmacchiato
âJoeeeeeelâ you whine out.
Heâs sitting on his couch, glasses resting on the tip of his nose, brows knitted as he looks up at this figure whoâs just barged into his home.
He takes off his glasses, placing them aside, stands, hands on hips, giving you a look over. He notices immediately, almost too quicklyâŚhis poor baby. Swollen, heavy tits-must be that time of the month-under your white shirt.
âAw poor, darlin-câmere.â He holds out his arms and you immediately walk into them. He knows not to squeeze too tight, itâll hurt your sore, sensitive tits, that he knows heâll get a hold of soon enough. Woman in her early forties acting like sheâs a twelve year old getting her first period.
Youâve ran your mouth at everyone all day, but suffering with endometriosis, all the folks understood but still, your words were poisonous sometimes. A few hours ago-when Joel tried to coax you home instead of doing heavy lifting-you pushed him back and called him an âold run-down bastardâ. Deeply regretful of course.
âThat mouth of yours done, darlin?â You stare up at him, âyou mad? Or will you help me out?â He twirls your hair between his fingers, kissing your crown. âI know you dont mean what you said, itâs okay-I forgive you, darlin. What you need?â You bury your face into his chest, he lifts your chin up with his pointer finger, âyou gotta say it, darlin?â
You blush slightly, you hate saying what you need, you hoped heâd just know but no, he likes seeing you shy and humble-itâs a turn on for him. âI want your hands on my tits, Joel-theyâre so, so sore and heavy.â You lift your shirt with no hesitation, you know he wants to see them. He gasps softly, his hands itching to grab but heâs gotta stay in control, heâs not giving in, yet.
âJesus, darlin-,â his eyes unable to move from your chest, a little bite of his bottom lip. âMassage or hold?â No pause. âBoth please, Joel-cramps are kicking my ass too.â He knew what that meant, he coaxed you to his favourite chair, unzipped his jeans, pulled them down with his boxers, and sits down. His cock is half hard, âcan you warm him up for me first, darlin? Tit for tat?â You knelt down, obliging, itâs only fair right?
You stroke his cock a few times then swallow him whole. âFuck me, darlin-,âhe grits out. âTake it so well, fuckin made for it.â You nudge his swollen tip against the back of your throat, youâve grown accustom to his size, so you can do it again and again. He gently tugs at your hair, âkeep doin that darlin, and Iâm gonna spray that pretty mouth with my seed.â He helps you stand and pulls down your pants, âno panties, someoneâs eager.â He teases. You pout, âdonât tease me, Joel Iâm too emotional and I wanna cry.â
He taps his thighs, âcâmere, darlin-no teasing, I promise.â holding it his hand to you. You hover above him, teasing your own swollen bud and aching hole. Joel dips his head back and you tease swallowing his tip, an inch in then back out, âthought you didnât want to be teased, darlin?â He scoffs. To wipe that smug look off his face, you take him in one go, he hisses grabbing your thighs tight. âYou fuckin-ah fuck-,â poor bastard canât forms words as you force him to bottom out, spearing yourself on his cock. You lean in to whisper, âi didnât want you teasing, Old Man.â He gives your ass a smack. âDonât get too cocky, darlin.â He brushes your hair away from your face, all flushed. âIt helping?â He asks.
âNeed your hands, please-Theyâre-,â you look down, â-so so sore, Joel-need your hands, please.â You beg. âWhat do we say, sweetheart?â
âMommy needs Daddyâs hands.â You roll your eyes. He teases you with a jerk of his hips. âGood girl, that so hard?â You look down, âwellâŚâ
âJust shut up and kiss me, baby.â Itâs all bite with this man, youâre dying to roll your hips but this is needed, just the stillness, the cramps are already easing off. The man always get you relaxed. Both of you kissing like youâre scared to pull away, tongues dancing with each other, his grip on your hips, tightening. Joel moves them up toy your swollen tits, cupping underneath, taking the weight off them-theyâre big anyway but when theyâre like this-.
âWhoa, baby these feel so heavy-fuck me. I want them in mouth-can I?â Your nipples are aching but his sweet mouth around them, you couldnât think of anything better. âOkay, but-no biting or nibbling.â He pulls a devilish grin, yeah he wasnât promising anything, so you braced yourself, stroking his hair, hoping that will draw him back abit. He torturously licks and sucks your red, swollen nub while gently thumbing the other, before swapping.
Still sitting down hard on his cock, you begin to rock back and forth, face buried into his shoulder, moaning softly. He starts to stroke your back, âdo what you gotta do, baby-I got ya.â Your clit is brushing against his curing pubes, tickling and teasing you. âIâm ready when you are, baby. Following you.â No waiting, you grind down, his tip kissing your soft sponge that making wail soft sobs, it fucking hurts but itâs almost punishable in a divine way. Each little kiss makes you gasp but you were getting there no matter the pain.
Joel staring down where you both join with such a darken gaze, you pull off, leaning back, hands on his thick thighs, he sees the blood coating his dick. No more fuckin teasing, he shafts you down on his cock, making you gasp, moving your tired, sore body for you. That tight coil forming in your stomach, making its way down to your pussy. Youâre close, his thighs tense-so was he.
âFuck me, baby-just so fuckin tight-milk me mommy, do it for Daddy.â You dip your head back basking the feeling of his cock when the bastard slaps your tit, you arch forward quick, letting out a sob, âJoel what the fuck.â He slaps it again, harder. He then grabs your chin and smacks the other one, âyou think you can get away with calling me a rundown old bastard, baby? Oh no no-.â He cups your tit up and latches into your nipple and starts nibbling, sucking hard, they felt like they were on fire. âPlease-please, Joel please stop-Iâm sorry I said it Iâm so sorry please-.â
âNo- youâre gonna keep going, finish us off baby.â
You sink back down on his cock, the intrusion, paining you now, just gotta cum just gotta cum, you think to yourself. âCmon now, big mouth! Get moving!â You hold on to his shoulders as you start to rock your hips, he dips his head back, holding on, pinching your nipples-it fucking hurt, but the pain only made you more determined to reach your peak cause you know the two feelings-pain and pleasure together- were gonna be something youâll want more of.
âThaaats it, atta girl-and keep that mouth shutâŚbite your fuckin lip if ya have to.â He rubs your nipple between his finger and thumb, squeezing it everytime you falter or slow down, âcâmon big mouth, ride me good.â You speed up your pace, now bouncing on his cock, he lets out deep groans and squeezes your tit hard. âIâm clo- Joel, so close.â Joel grabs your neck pulling you towards him, âgood girl, keep bouncing, mâclose.â
He squeezes your neck, not too hard but youâre definitely on the verge of passing out while you cum. Joelâs chuckling at your limp state, âlook just like a rag doll, baby.â He grips your thigh, jerking his hips up, thrusting deep, pumping his chest out. âGonna have to do it myself aren I darlin?â You cum as heâs rambling on, just seeing white, and the muffling of Joelâs voice, âdarlin, you aâright?â âŚAnd youâre out.
You wake up to Joel stroking your hair, still hard inside you, when he looks down he locks eyes with you. âThere she is. Baby, sorry you passed out but fuck, if that werenât a sight. Never heard you make those noises before.â You donât remember a damn thing. He hands you a glass of water and you drink it in one go. At least your cramps had fucked off, just left with a wet pussy, drenched in cum, blood and sweat.
He brushes away hair from your pretty face, âturn around for me, baby.â Like his good little woman, you oblige, resting your tired back against his chest, his sweaty, hairy-warm, delicious chest. You melt into him, sighing softly. This is what you wanted, dick deep, getting your tits held. And there he goes, cupping your tits, his rough thumbs rubbing the sides. âIâll be gentle, baby. Promise.â He lifts them up to take the weight off them and fuuuuuck itâs so divine, itâs ridiculous. You dip your back against his shoulder, laughing to yourself. âYou have no idea how amazing this feels, Joel.â He kisses your temple. âWhatever you need, baby.â
A/N: Hello everyone! So here it is. Please consider this an anti-censorship post. After the events that resulted in Strang3lov3 being hounded off her blog, I decided I would write a little fic in her honour. What happened was completely ridiculous in any circumstance but over fan fiction it is especially so. Please remember it is way worse to be a real life bully/stalker than to write about icky FICTIONAL events. The things that happen in fics aren't real, the things you do and say to people are.
Now a lot of you will know that I love a little faux-cest but I've never dipped my toe in with actual incest fics. But I know Strange was beloved by many for her dad!Joel so here is a little homage in the form of Uncle!Joel.
And for anyone who would like to get their knickers in a twist about this, the fic is properly tagged. If you don't want to read no one is forcing you. Please feel free to keep your thoughts to yourself and block me.
Summary: You cross a line with your uncle.
Warnings: Incest, smut, age gap (everyone is of legal age), slight dub-con, slight manipulation/coercion, reader has a vagina and boobs and wears a bikini but is otherwise undescribed.
"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 heâd 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. Youâre 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. Youâve made him uncomfortable. He probably canât wait to get away from you and who can blame him? Youâre a sicko, having improper thoughts about her Uncle of all people. Her Uncle and her boss... Youâve 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. âUncle Joel, I ââ
âShhh babygirl,â he interrupts, cupping your face in his massive hand and stroking the apple of your cheek with his thumb. âWhy donât you lie down on your front for me and let me cream up your legs.â
Your heart is racing as you look up at him, your mouth hanging open a little. Youâre frozen. Wanting to think youâre imagining the seductive cadence in his voice. But the visible tent in his shorts is pretty hard to misinterpret.
âCâmon sweet girl, lay down for your Uncle Joel.â 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. Â
âEasy babygirl,â 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 isnât 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 youâre aching for him and youâre so conflicted. This shouldnât be happening. But what will happen if you stop it? Will Joel get mad? Will he be embarrassed? Maybe this isnât what you think it is and he will be offended. And what will that mean for you?
Youâre frozen by your indecision as you feel his hands slip outwards, back towards your outer thigh and you breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe youâd 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. Itâs an entirely inappropriate time to marvel at the size of them but you canât 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.
âOhhhhh,â you moan again, breathy but loud and he praises you for it.
âThatâs it babygirl, feelinâ good? Just let Uncle Joel take care of you.â
âUncle Joel,â you whimper as he continues to grope you, âwe should stop, itâs wrong.â
âIt ainât wrong babygirl,â he tells you as his thumb slips down to rub at your seam. Itâs his turn to moan as he feels how wet you are for him. He leans over to whisper in your ear, âitâd be wrong for us to make a baby. But we ainât gona do that are we? Nuh-uh, weâre just playinâ, ainât that right?â
His thumb finally makes contact with your swollen little clit and you whine and buck once more, the little nub seriously sensitive with how heâs 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.
âOh! Ah! Uncle Joel, please!â You donât even know what youâre 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. Heâs driving you crazy.
âYeah I know that feels good babygirl. You like how Uncle Joel plays with you?â 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 heâs 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.
âUse your words baby, tell me you like it.â
You groan in frustration. âWe shouldnât,â you whimper, despite the way your body betrays the words.
âIf it was wrong it wouldnât feel so good. And it does feel good doesnât it baby?â
And you canât fight it any longer. âAh, yes! Yes it feels good, please!â
âThatâs it good girl, tell Uncle Joel you want him to keep playin' with you.â
You sob a little, but youâre too desperate now to deny him. And he seems to know it with the way he chuckles at you.
âPlease Uncle Joel, keep playing with me.â
âHmmm, thatâs it, could never say no when you ask so sweetly. But I want to see.â
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.
âThere she is, such a pretty pussy babygirl.â He leans over and places a kiss on your ass cheek, and then leans over you fully to whisper in your ear, âsheâs gona look even prettier when sheâs full of my fingers.â
The groan that rips from your throat barely sounds human. Youâre 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.
âYeah thatâs it, prettiest sight I ever saw.â He pumps his finger in and out of you, âso fucking tight baby, this is gona be a big stretch,â and on the next thrust he adds another finger. You clench around him so tight and make the prettiest noises he thinks heâs 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.
âMmm, this soft little pussy ainât ever been stretched like this before has she?â he taunts, still frustratingly stationary inside of you. Youâd been right on the edge when he stopped and youâre desperate to come.
âNo! Please Uncle Joel, please move.â But you donât 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, âyeah thatâs my good girl, fuck yourself on Uncle Joelâs fat fingers.â 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, âplease Uncle Joel, I need you, I need you so bad, please,â 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. Youâve never ever been this wet. Never been this turned on.
âI can smell you,â he says, almost like heâs saying it to himself as his hands return to grope your ass and his thumbs gently spread you open. He takes a deep breath, âmmm smell so good pretty girl But canât have your dad coming back and have you smelling of sex now can we.â
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.
Youâre 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 youâre 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 heâs flipping you over and pushing your bikini over your head as he pushes your shoulders back, heâs 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. Heâs rock solid and leaking for you. He groans as he takes himself in hand and starts jerking himself with urgency.
âSo fucking good for me baby, gona come all over these pretty tits, gona paint you all pretty.â
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.
âOooh fuck yes, so good, look so good covered in my cum baby. Fuckinâ perfect.â
You sit there in shock at whatâs just happened. What you let happen. Your chest is heaving as you take deep breaths, trying to calm your body and your mind. Joelâs eyes are plastered to your tits. You take a second to look down and see the dripping mess heâs 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.
âThere, there baby, donâ you worry. This is our little secret ok?â He maintains eye contact until you you shakily nod your head.
âGood girl. Iâm so proud of you, took it so well babygirl.â
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 canât. Itâs like he has you mesmerised. Once heâs finished with himself he retrieves your bikini bottoms and ties them back in place. Heâs only just finished tying the second bow when you hear tires crunching on the driveway.
Itâs 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.
âSorry it took us so long, the traffic was crazy!â your dad says, opening a bottle of beer and handing it to Joel.
âNo worries Tommy, no worries at all,â Joel replies with a smirk as Sarah strips to her swimsuit and cannonballs into the pool with you. She swims over to where youâre treading water.
âOh hey, do you need me to retie your bikini, looks kinda loose?â she asks.
You swallow. âOh um yeah please, think I felt it loosen when I jumped in.â
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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Summary: Its Halloween and your first date with Isaac, your coworker, but fate comes-a-calling in the voice of your ex Joel Miller.
Warnings: âdark!Joel. Possessive!Joel. Jealous!Joel. Killer!Joel. Murder. Stabbing. Stalking. Toxic couple vibes. Carving skin. Dubcon. pinv. Face slapping. Rough sex. Small talk of Domestic Abuse(tiiiny).Reader is late 20s. Joelâs mid forties. Set in the nineties. No real storylineđ
wc: 5700
A word from Donna: This is longer than I expected Iâm SOooo sorry :/ Heads up-This isnât a smutty fic with a Ghostface-itâs my own little slasher movie. I wanted to write it like a thriller fic rather than straight to sex, ya know? Scream, itâs 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, Iâve wanted to write a Ghostface fic for soooo longđ
Soundtrack: I mainly listen to various scream soundtracks on Spotify, but it was mainly Birdbrains album, âLetâs Be Niceâ that I overused for inspo :D <3
October 31st - Becker Resident
Itâs not a big deal, you think to yourself. Itâs just a date, you donât have to take it further than it needs to, even though youâre dyyyyying to be fucked. Yeah, it was happening. Isaacâs on his way, sadly itâll 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, âyouâre mine. Always was, always will be, baby. You were made for me.â 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 donât 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. Itâs gotta be a raccoon right? Your skin starts to prickle-the feeling like someoneâs 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;
âHello?â
*heavy breathing*
âHellooooo? Who is it?â
âHey hon, itâs Isaac can you hear me? My signals shit, Iâm about forty-five minutes away. You owe me girl I tell ya. Do stuff to me no oneâs ever done before.â
You laugh down the phone as you lean over the counter, âof course, itâs a long drive. Iâll do whatever you want-.â you pull a knife out of its stock and twirl the tip on the surface, â-you just gotta name it, so step on it.â Sliding the knife back into its snook. âYeah-yeah Iâll be there soon. Bye!â
âBye, dickhead.â You hear a small âyouâll pay for that, girlâ 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. âGoddamn-fucking delicious, nearly as good as your pussy, baby.â He said as he tapped his thigh, âcome, sit.â He proceeded to finger you, getting two orgasms from you as he ate his burger. âSo delicious and all mine.â 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* âfor gods sake, ike-just focus on the road so you can get here and fuck me.â
ââYou always did have a mouth on ya. Who the fuck is Ike, baby?.â You freeze.
âJoel? What-what the fuck? âwhy are you calling me? Youâre suppose to be leaving me alone. Moving on a shit.â He laughs-a deep chest laugh. You always loved that goddamn laugh of his.
âIâm just checkin in on my baby. Making sure sheâs looking after herselfâAnd moving on? Itâs me and you til death remember-and this ike guy-heâs gonna be history.â
âWhat?! Are-are you threatening me?â You clutch the bottom of the phone with both hands, meaning business now, talking through gritted teeth, âlook-weâre meant to be moving on, and you are not allowed anywhere near me, Joel Miller so donât- try anything.â
âLove it when you get all bossy. But no, baby-youâre gonna take me back, like you always do.â You hang up. You shake off the call, you need to pee. Really you should be calling the cops, but youâve never been a smart girl.
As you come out from the bathroom, thereâs knocks at your front door, not even thinking, you open it to-Tommy Miller. âHey, sweetheartâ he oozes out, leaning against the doorframe, he stays there or a second, looking you over. âMay I?â Gesturing to come in, even though heâs halfway through the doorway. âYeah sureâ you say sarcastically.
He stands tall, taps on his belt buckle, âso, heard from that brother of mine? Heâs been seen lurking around town.â You shake your head. âHe called though, usual stuff, âIâm his, til death- I donât think heâs stupid enough to come here.â
He scoffs. âWhatever you say, sweetheart. Look if he calls again, tell him to call me, k?â As he leaves your home he turns and scoffs, âall this fuss over you, you must have one amazing pussy, sweetheart. Talk soonâ closing the door behind him. Ugh he makes you shudder. Fuck, you want this night over with. You text Ike, he probably wonât see it but you send one anyway.
-Will you hurry the fuck up, my pussy is throbbing for you here đ¤Łx
You perk up your boobs more, theyâre 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, âhello? Ike is that you?â
You hear a screech down the phone, like an amp adjusting then that voice came. âHelloooo, babyâŚike canât come to the phone right now-heâs abit tied up.â
âOh my god, Ike, did you get one of those- voice adjuster things like from, Stab? Itâs awesome-carry on talking.â Bless your little dumb heart. Not only are you gullible but little do you know, that Ike-is literally tied up.
âSo, baby-whatâs your favourite scary movie?â
You act all girly, like the dumb girls in those dumb slasher movies. âWell-,â twirling your hair in your fingers, â-Iâm a big fan of those micheal Myers films. Where he like stalks a young woman in her home, itâs so clichĂŠ.â You giggle. âWhatâs yours?â You ask, all shyly, now twirling the hem of your dress.
âWell, my favourite is that Stab movie you mentioned-pretty woman-big tits, home alone, easy prey.â You scoff, ânow thatâs a cliche answer. The woman always does the wrong things, runs upstairs instead of running out. Ugh, lameâŚ.ok, seriously how much longer you gonna be ike?â You hear heavy breathing, then another screech, âwonât be too long, baby. Iâm coming for ya.â 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. âWell hello, baby.â
âIke for fuck sake, will you hurry the hell up-,â you hear a noise from your backyard, making you jump, and your spine tingles.
Then that voice, âI told you, Ike canât come to the phone right now, heâs tied up-ya never did listen. So fuckin stubborn.â You hold your breath, tears start to prick at your eyes, âJoel?â You knew, you knew it was him the second your spine tingled. You hear a click, then you hear Joelâs voice. âSurpriiiise, baby.â You duck down and kneel behind a kitchen counter, shaking. âJ-Joel? Have you-have you done something to Ike?â
He lets out a deep guttural laugh, âoh baby, I told you he was history-well heâll be a part of our history very shortly, darlin.â Bitch, why are you clenching your thighs right now?! âJoel-just, just please leave me aloneâŚ.are-are you here?â He can hear the fear in your voiceâŚYou already knew the answer. âWhy donât you look out your back doors for me, baby.â You slowly-dreading every step-tip toe over to the back double doors. You didnât notice the lights being on this whole time, cause of Ike being tied to a chair. Beaten up.
âWhat the fuck?! Ike!â You go to open the door but hear a âNuh uh, babyâ from Joel on the other end. âYou open the door he dies. His blood, on your hands.â You hear a knock on your front door, you turn around fast. Youâre breathing is shaky down the phone, âoh, you sound so scared, baby. Why donât you open the door and let me in. Iâll make ya feel betterâ You are full on crying now, âJoel-please-just please leave me alone.â He tuts down the phone, âcâmon, baby. Iâll make ya feel good.â
âIâd rather die!â You scream at the door
Hearing a low chuckle down the phone, âwell-that can be arranged, sweetheart.â you hang up to call 911, but then thereâs loud, heavy knocks at the door, you jump, dropping the fucking phone. Itâs broken. Fuck! Youâre 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 donât 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, thereâs a loud bang, the door is broken down and thereâs, Ghostface. âHelloooo, baby.â 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. âSurprise, sweetheart.â The voice soothed.
You look over his shoulder to see Isaacâs lifeless body, gutted. His insides on the outside. You scream. Joel comes near and sees the lifeless body. âYou motherfucker! You killed him? Im suppose to do it, thats the whole goddamn point.â Joel shouted as he took off his mask and aimed his anger at the other figure-who just shrugged-, âand hey-easy, let her goâŚhey, baby,â Joel strips off the Ghostface cloak, âdid you miss me?â He opens his arms, you run into the kitchen to grab another knife but the other figure trips you, âNuh uh, sweetheart.â He smirks out. âDonât you fuckin think about it.â Joel shoots him a look, âhey-I said back off.â He comes over to help you up but you snatch your hand away, tears streaming down your face, âdonât fuckin touch me! What-what the fuck, Joel?-â you look to the other figure, â-who the fuck is that?â You point.
Tommy pulls off his mask and sheds the cloak, âhey, sweetheart-told ya didnât I, Joel-doesnât she look good enough to eat? Have a-Stab ofâer.â You wipe your nose, the snot is-everywhere. âI-I canât believe you killed Ike.â You whisper. Joel runs a hand through his dark hair, âwell he was coming here to fuck you wasnât he? We werenât gonna let that happen baby.â 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 youâre thinking. He knows you too damn well, and you fucking hate it.
âHeads up, Tommy-sheâs gonna try ya.â Youâre now staring at the floor but you can see them in the corner of your eye. Youâre trembling but trying so hard to hold it together, and Joel notices. âAw, baby-donât be scared. I just wanted to see you thatâs all.â You scoff. âDonât!-â Joel lunges at you but stops himself quick, âdonât-you fuckin scoff at me, girl.â
You lean back against a counter, crossing your arms across your chest, even though you canât fuckin breathe right now. âOkay, so you have me-now what?â You tilt your head, trying to act nonchalant. It seems to be working as Joelâs jaw ticks. âWell-Iâm sick of fuckin my fist thinkin about ya-so now that Iâve got the real deal, make a night of it,â he winks. âTommy, make yaself scarce, keep an eye out for any other visitors, maybe clean up ya fuckin mess while youâre at it.â
Tommy tuts but heads out the back doors, closing them behind him as his gives you a wink, âenjoy, brother-Iâll try not watch sweetheart.â You cringe. Now, itâs just the two of you.
Joel bites his bottom lip, âmmm mm mm, baby you look good. That dress, huh? My favourite? See-thatâs where it makes me think..you were expecting me.â You roll your eyes, you expect him to lunge at you again, he hates it when you roll your eyes at him, but he doesnât, he just strolls over. âDonât-roll your-goddamn-eyes at me, baby.â 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. âOh-we like that do we?â He smirks. That fucking beautiful smirk. Yeah youâre getting wetter.
Youre so fucking stupid. Here you are with Joel, a man who could snap your neck like a tooth pick and yet, youâre thinking of him fucking you, with a grip around your throat. Youâre sick. âOh I know that look. Your âplaying hard to getâ look. Itâs ok if you want me, baby. I know how you get around me.â Cocky bastard. Heâs not wrong, youâre fucking drenched, but still.
Pretending youâre bored of this conversation, you exasperate letting out a huff, turning to look at the front door. A clean run if he gets distracted, itâs off its hinges thanks to Joel, so no messing with the locks or the handle. You turn to look at him. âYouâre right, Joel-of course I want you, I always will.â Youâre not lying but nows not the time, donât get distracted. He leans down, and dips his face into the crook of your neck. âYou smell-so sweet, baby. Even he thinks so-.â he says rubbing his bulge against you. Hard as fuck. Youâre 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. âCommando, baby? You shouldnât have.â He bunches up the skirt part to your hips, pussy on full show. He tips back a little to get a good look. âAnd a full bush, baby-just what I like.â He sucks on his middle finger, and slides through your folds, ghosting your ear. âSo-ya know you gotta be punished my sweet. Letting another man fuck you while Iâm still alive.â He tuts at you.
âJoel, Iâm not taking you back, you scared me-you hurt me, Iâm deaf in my left ear because of you.â Joel presses his hips against yours, pinning you against the counter. He pinches the tip of the knife to your cheek. âI said- I was sorry, babyâ. You laugh in his face, knocking his hand away, his hips pressing against yours, harder. âSo now weâre just gonna forget it and move on, k?â He asked so casual like he got your coffee order wrong.
âLike hell we are!â You manage to knee him in his ghoulies and leg it to the front door, but sadly, heâs fast, calculated-he pins you to a mirror thatâs nailed to the wall, your face squished and hands pinned behind your back. âBaby baby-really? Thatâs so cliche-donât matter, itâs still gonna work just fine.â You squirm in his grip but he presses himself against you-keeping you still. âNow-weâre gonna be a good girl, and do as weâre told, baby-right?â
Yes. Yes you were. Youâre soaked, itâs literally dripping out of you, and heâs gonna know soon enough, that yes, youâre gonna do as youâre 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, âfuck, this peach, baby-so soft.â Then he moves his hand- tip toeing his fingers to your pussy, you clench your thighs. âNuh uh, spreadâem, baby.â He nudges your feet apart with his and he continues where he left off, sliding his middle finger through your folds, cupping your pussy. âMm sheâs missed me, all dripping for this lucky SOB.â You squirm in his grip, which tightens, âbaby, you carry on and Iâll make it hurt more.â You stop. You just except whatâs coming.
You hear his zipper go down and belt unbuckle, you internally squirm. That sound, you donât 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 theyâre confined, theyâre trying to grab at nothing. âJoel-please-.â He shushes you as he sinks in deeper, letting go off your wrists, âputâem at the side of your head, baby.â You move them slowly, bracketing the mirror, and as you look behind you, all you see is that devastating smile glaring back. âAatta girl.â Even though he praises you, itâs so condescending.
He pushes up and bottoms out, dipping his head between your shoulders, âgoddamn-been so fuckin long, baby-fuuuck. Missed ya so much-us til we die, baby. Yeah?â You canât answer as you wince in pain around his cock. âJoel please-just please move it hurts.â 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, youâre gonna fuckin enjoy it. âKnew my baby wanted this, ya fucking twisted.â Heâs talking through gritted teeth, gripping your hip, his nails digging in, âgonna get ya there, baby-i know youâre right fuckin there.â You knew the drill, you cum first so he can focus on himself, not that you cared but if you didnât get your climax, you werenât gonna be happy.
He circles your clit while rutting into you, each thrust up felt like a stab to your cervix, itâs 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. âWhat a fucking sight, baby. Cmon now, letâs fuckin get there.â You feel the tight coil forming in your belly, which starts to go south, tingling through your pussy, you canât help but clench around him. âThere she is, cmon baby, get there-fucking get there.â The house is filled with your screams, you donât give a fuck if Tommy can hear or not, itâs 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 doesnât 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, âgod-damn. Fuuck me.â You feel like youâre gonna keel over, your thighs are shaking, and you havenât 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. âBe a good girl and breathe with me, baby. In and out.â you let out is a whimpers, Joel places his giant hand on your chest, itâs so warm, it soothes you instantly. âAtta girl, there we go.â
Just as youâre 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. âOnly caught the end of that-fuck me, I wanna have a go. What ya say, brother?â As Joel helps you clean yourself up and fixes your dress, he shoot tommy a glare, itâs one that scares you. He becomes unpredictable, predator-likeâŚlike heâs going in for a kill. âSay that again? Donât think I heard ya, brother.â The once standing tall, smug motherfucker, was now a mumbling mess, turning his shoulders in like heâs a pup getting scolded. âC-cmon, Joel-I was only jokin.â Joel exhales through his nostrils, sounding like a major pissed off bull, âyouâre on thin ice already brother-one more strike and Iâll kill ya, got it?âŚyou cleaned up your mess out there?â Tommy only nods, with a shaky breath, you couldnât help but grin, couldnât help but make it worse.
âYa know, Joel-Tommy was here earlier, but you know that obviously, however..he had a few words to say, kinda disrespectful -.â 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, âand what did he say, baby?â He tilted his head slightly, Tommy wasnât blinking, just staring at Joel, you hope he could somehow see your smug face. âWell, he said, âall this fuss over you, you must have one amazing pussy, sweetheart.ââ You could hear Joelâs 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-heâs gargling in pain, his face is white and his eyes are so wide, you think theyâre gonna pop out. He crashes to the floor grabbing at his throat uttering what sounds like âyou bitchâ. You didnât feel bad in the slightest, you hated Tommy-always grabbing your ass, calling you sweetheart with his creepy grin, offering quick fucks âJoelâll never know.â Well heâs out of your life now, one less bastard you donât have to worry about. This one, on the other handâŚhas a tight grip on the knife, knuckles white, âbaby, câmere.â 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. âLeg. Now.â Like you were gonna tell him no. You kept your balance by gripping his hair, tugging it a little-he didnât seem to mind.
âbaby-you werenâât lying to me, right, he said that, yeah?â
Itâs a good fucking job you were telling the truth, if you were lying, the knife thatâs 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. âGood girl, cause baby if you were-Iâd have to kill ya.â You gulp loud, his eyes widen. âHe did it all, Joel-he wasnât a good man.â 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 heâs strong, too fucking strong, he clamps his arm around your thigh while he carries on carving you. âAh Joel -stop! Ah what the-fuuuuck!â His grips tightens, âkeep still, baby, itâll hurt more if you move-knock it off or Iâll knock you out.â
You carry on screaming, clawing at his head, shoulders, trying to push yourself from his grip but fuck, his tight fuckin grip. âI mean it! Knock it off Iâm nearly done, baby-youâre ok.â 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. âWhat the fuck, Joel.â You choke out. You look down and see his little artwork. JOELS. In capital letters, a few inches away from your pussy. âOh my god, Joel-what the fu-how could you?! You bastard!â
He stands above you, towering tall-âIâm sorry, baby-but people gotta know who you belong to, canât have some prick thinking he can have you. Now theyâll all be turned off-til death, baby-remember?â 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-itâs agonising. He leans on an elbow, still hovering over you and starts unbuttoning your dress, âyou look-just fuckin stunning darlin-green always looked amazing on you.â Heâs talking over your whimpers, tears are streaming and youâre muttering to yourself.
âHey!â He snaps his fingers. â-I said knock it off or I do this with you unconscious. Got it?â 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, itâs 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.
âGonna let me in again, darlin?â You tense up but slowly open them, with tears still streaming down your face. âAtta girl-always my good girl.â 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. âFuuck, baby-never gets old.â He begins to slightly roll his hips, his tip stabbing at your cervix, dragging whines out of you. âJoel please-move faster -please.â He nuzzles into your neck, âNuh uh, baby-this feels too good.â 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 heâs marked you, making you clench around him, âdirty bitch liking that, huh? Liking the pain? Ya just as fucking twisted.â 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. âCan you hear me, baby? Hear what you do to me with your pretty pussy?â Youâre 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. âFuckin-answer-me.â He grits it out as he rolls his hips. âYes Joel -I can hear -I hear it.â Joel moves his hand between your bodies, circles your swollen bud, you bite your lip. That tight snap thatâll send you over is right there, you tense your pussy around his cock, âis my darlin ready? I think she is.â He doesnât wait for an answer, grabbing hold of your hip he pounds your pussy, fucking relentlessly, he wants to cum with you. âWe getting there, baby-yeah I think we are.â he smirks as you clench around him-that band snapping. You both cum, itâs 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. âFuck me, baby.â You hiss as rubs his heavy hand along your new scar. âit looks so pretty, baby.â, 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.
âJoel! What-what the fuck-ahh! You fucking asshole!â You grip tight of where blood was gushing out, fuck, it hurt! âJoel fucking help me-.oh my god-I canât believe -.â He stands towering over tucking himself back in his pants. âYa didnât think Iâll let you off the hook for having some guy round did ya? Baby-no man is ever fucking you while Iâm around-sorry darlin, had to punish somehow-the cuttin wasnât enough.â 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, itâs starting to go numb. Joelâs in the kitchen grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink, acting so casual like youâve 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 heâs 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, weâre on our way back, should be home in ten minutes-,â then she whispers down the phone so your Dad wonât hear, â-please finish any shenanigans you and Ike are upto.â 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, âso mommy dearest knew about Ike as well? Knew youâd fuck himâŚwell sheâs gotta go-and daddy will be with her-so heâs gotta too Iâm afraid.â Your eyes widen with fear, you gotta act fast, cause this fucker ainât 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-youâre 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, heâs not unconscious but girl, fucking run! You hear weak moans behind you as you dart out the door but you donât look back. Running barefoot, the gravel is hurting like a motherfucker but grass is on the horizon-you just gotta keep running.
Thereâs 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 themâŚcar lights. âMOM! DAD!â Youâre waving frantically knowing damn well they canât 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. âJesus Christ!â He barks out. âBaby what the hells goin on!â You run to open the door of back passenger seat and jumps in. âDad drive back! Go back! Donât go home! Joelâs there!â 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. âWhat the fuck you mean Joelâs there?!â He stares at you through the mirror. âHe called me then-fuck-he and Tommy broke into the house, killed Ike and was gonna kill you guys.â They both looked at each other. âThen what?!â He barked at you. âThen I smashed a vase over his head and ran. He was unconscious I think.â
âYou think? Goddamn it, youâre a fucking idiot! I told you he was trouble, I fucking told you!â The tears are streaming down your face. âI know! I know! Just-call the cops and send them there.â 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 didnât tell them you had sex with Joel, what would be the point. They wouldnât believe youâd just let it happen and conclude that he assaulted you. Joelâs a lot of things but a rapist, he ainât.
âSo-,â your Dad starts, looking like heâs going to give you grief about your life choices, but he sighs, âYa gonna need some sleep, Iâll wake you in a few hours-your moms gonna go your aunts.â You nod, wiping tears away. âIâm so sorry-Iâm so sorry this happened. You guys were right about him.â 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 donât know how long they hugged you for, but a few taps on the door broke the moment. Sheriff Arquette.
âHowdy, Beckers. How we doing?â The sheriff was such a humble man, the nicest man you know, all he brings is goodness. âSheâs fine-,â your Mom answered, â-just needs sleep.â Your Dad interrupts, âwell? The house-him?â The sheriff adjusts his belt buckle, looking down at the floor, âwell uh-they didnât find anything. Joel wasnât in the house, they searched the surrounding areas, he was nowhere to be found-nothing. Only Isaacâs and Tommys bodies were found.â You knit your brows together and shudder at the thought that heâs still alive and still out there.
Until the two of you meet againâŚ
The End?
Fun fact: I saw Matthew Lillard on a New York City street in 2008 while on vacay and shouted over to him âyou hit me with the phone dick!â He laughed and pointed at me and that was that. A great memory.
I couldnât think of a good enough title so just-work with me heređand obv our reader is a Final Girlđso 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?
W: Joels a softie trying to be toughie. Just rest man! soft to smut. No age specified for reader. Blow-job/face fucking. Joelâs cums on readers tits.
Joel hands over the reins of his horse to Jacob, the new resident of Jackson who idolises him, he was young, naive. âGreat run, Joel?â He asks so enthusiastically. âYeah it was good. Thanks, kid.â he drawls as he steps past Tommy heading out. âCanât stop Tommy-got a date.â
Joel is highly respected in Jackson, a pillar of the community, a well loved man-well liked anyway. He wasnât a people person, he didnât hate people, he just didnât need to be around them. Too loud, too rowdy. So why this tall drink of water asked YOU out, youll never know. âIâm like, the EXACT opposite of you Joel.â
You honestly didnât understand it.
As he walks through the streets- nods from people, a stroke or two of buckle, the oldest dog in Jackson, âhey old timerâ-he wonders what youâre up to, cooking? reading? Showering⌠mmm showering-you-naked. He hurries his steps, longer strides, âcanât stop and talk.â to anyone who tried to stop him. âGot a date, Seth-move.â
Everyone knew better than to keep him away from youâŚhe got grumpier, by-the-minute. âJoel was a nightmare on patrolâ, Jesse will tell everyone, Joel had been on a four hour patrol, just four hours. âCanât she just come along? make it bearable for us.â Yeah try and suggest that to Joel Miller, stone-cold, ex hunter Joel Miller and then pick up your teeth off the floor on your way out.
No, you were never allowed on patrol or supply runs, you didnât need to be-you didnât want to be. Rides out here and there but never-work.
You once told him, long ago when you first met. âMy ideal life in Jackson would to be a chunky, happy housewife, hopefully a mama bear-in a big house with an all around porch, Iâd tend to my veggies, to my animals and tend to my man, whomever he will be.â A few years ago, Joel would have laughed in your face and tell you how daft you were being. But Jackson made that life possible again, and he was liking the sound of it.
So that was your life with Joel Miller, the two of you always behind closed doors, only stepping out when absolutely necessary. You never waved him off like the other wives did at the stables, âbe safe-come home safeâ and all that hoopla. Joel was strong, smart and a damn good hunter/tracker you name it. So you never worried.
As he strolls down the street, his footsteps and shoulders heavy, his back killing him, only now has his thighs started tensing up.But then Joel never has to worry about being in discomfort for long, he has you. Youâll make a fuss like you always do, help him take everything off, set everything down-not because of his age, God no-but because he works so fucking hard to give you the life you wished for and deserve. âAnything for my baby.â He always says.
His heavy stomps up the porch steps alert you, he hears you moving, your little steps coming towards the door. He hears a low, âif this ainât my man, Iâm gonna be angry.â Followed by your sweetest giggle. He straightens his posture, he always did this just before entering the house, doesnât want to show his age or tiredness, doesnât want you fussing more than you already do. The door swings open âItâs me, Dear.â he says with his arms stretched open, âcâmere, need a hug.â Fuck a hug, you leap into his arms, making the poor man stumble back, âeasy, baby. Yer, oldmans tired.â You pull back and land a smacker of a kiss on him. âMwah!-God, I missed you Joel. Just-wanna-kiss-you-all-over.â And you did, his cheeks, his temple, forehead, nose-followed by a lick, you always did that-his hair, anywhere you could get at, and he lets you, always does, letâs you get it out of your system.
Joel gives your ass a few taps, and a kiss to your temple as you lower yourself to your feet. âCâmon, darrrlin, got some grub on, made some cookies, got good whiskey for ya, and Iâll even give your feet a good rub.â
âOkay, firstly, great âdarrrlinâ impression, darlin, and all that sounds good but can you rub something else for me, upstairs-please.â Whoa, he never, ever pleaded. You jokingly roll your eyes, âOf course, my love. You head up and Iâll sort everything down here.â The poor man was tired, you could just tell by his heavy, slow stomps going upstairs. Yeah he ainât getting anything rubbed tonight.
Okay, the man probably needed some release sure, but damn he was tired, and fuckin stubborn to boot. So youâll pull your oldest trick in the book.
Youâre welcomed to a bare-ass Joel, this was gonna be easier than you thought, just as he rolls to his side to show you his impressive cock, you stop him and roll him back on his front. âWhat-whatâs all this?â He talks into the pillow, not even trying to resist. You playfully hop on to the bed, and straddle over his ass. âJust thought Iâd rub you all over first, okay?â You feel his whole body slouch and relax beneath you. Good boy, you whisper.
You dig both knuckles into his shoulders blades, putting your weight on him-him letting out the loudest groan, âoh fuck yeeeeessss. Thatâs it, my girl-so gooooood.â You keen at the praise, maybe getting a little wet. âKeep going, baby-after that, can you rub my thighs?â
You lean down to kiss his scarred temple, âof course, sweetheart.â You lift yourself and turn around, starting to gently massage your old manâs muscles. His legs keep jerking as slide your hands down, you try your best to not jerk his legs but damn those muscles are tight. You stare at your hands moving up and down his thick thighs, theyâve always been your favourite body part, maybe leaving a few bite marks here and there. Gotta get that dopamine high out somehow right?
âUm, baby-,â youâre alerted back, remembering where the hell you were, âIâm feeling a little er-damp on my ass. Whatâs er going there.â You carry on rubbing his legs, ânothin-Iâm giving my man a massage and heâs got a gorgeous body so sue me for getting a little wet.â You say it with a teasing tone that gets a low chuckle out of him. âCâmere, baby.â He says it so low and lazy that the whiplash of him pinning you down on your back takes you by surprise, making you yelp. âGoddamn it, I almost had you.â
He leans down, nuzzling into your neck, laughing to himself, âyeah I knew what you were upto the second you rolled me back on my front.â You squirm and giggle under his weight, as his beard tickles your neck and face. âOkay-okay I yield I yield-but come on, Iâm supposed to take care of you.â No, the man took care of you, a few orgasms here and there, a lot of fucking edging, like man, rest!
You do some sad little attempt to get him off you, yeah, he didnât budge, so you gave him your biggest doe eyes, poutiest lips and begged for you take care of him and the impressive erection that was stabbing at your thigh. âPleeeeease, Joel -just let me do my job.â He rests on his arms, bracketing your head, âitâs not your job, sweetheart, donât be ridiculous.â
âOooh but it is my friend-,â you say with raised brows, âthey donât call it a job for nothin.â He lets out a deep howl that vibrates your chest. âFuckin hell, darlin, just got no filter do ya?â
âSo-,â you start as you push him off you, âhow we doing this? Lying on the bed? Head over the edge of the bed?â That caught his attention, as he reluctantly moved off you. He stands up, rubs at his cock, âya sure? Weâve never done that before.â You quickly nod, âwanna do whatever you want, and I think youâll like it, Mr Control freak.â You jokingly sneer it out, he does love being in control. In life, on patrol, in the bedroom.
âHey, I wonât say no, darlin, but-,â he leans down to catch your gaze, â-none of this amber shit-itâs red or green, okay? Remember what happened last time?â And boy do you, your hip still makes noises when you move it too much. It popped out, after Joel was spreading your legs a little too wide during the er mating press position. Bah, you thought youâd be alright. Pfft. Eye roll.
âOkay, I promise. Iâm sorry but your face though when we heard the snap. Priceless.â He didnât look impressed. âIt wasnât funny. You pushed yaself and nearly broke ya damn hip.â
âOkay, are we arguing or am I sucking you off?âYou turn yourself on the bed and hang your head over the edge. âWell I donât wanna argue, soâ. As he stands above you-rubbing his cock-your hands are squirming at your sides, grabbing at nothing, just twitching with anticipation. All youre thinking is, thank god the beds at his cocks height, youâd laugh if he had to do some kind of squat. Hes a big guyâŚwell-.
Before he positions himself, he leans down to kiss you, âremember, baby-red or green.â Ending the interaction with a little tap to your cheek with his finger. âMhmm.â You lick your lips, waiting for him. He nudges his swollen, red tip at your lips, âopen wide, baby.â Giving your throat a little rub with the back of his hand. âYes, sir.â And open you did, as wide as you could, heâs a big guy. You often wonder if any other woman from his past was actually made for him, cause his monster of a dick hurt every goddamn time he enters, stretching you wide-a delicious stretch, but damn. With your head dipping down, Joel slides in, nudging the back of your throat, making you gag, but you laugh around his cock, mumbling âIâm okâ while saliva drips out of your mouth.
He starts his pace slow, get both of you comfortable cause heâll know if youâre not. When you start taking him so easily, Joel speeds up his pace, groaning low, âfuck me, baby-this feelsâ.â You moan around his cock, mumbling giggles as you grab his thighs, Joelâs thrusts become more faster as his grits down, âfuuuuck, baby-gonna take all I give, yeah? Yeah you are.â You had no choice.
He was starting to get lost in himself-you can tell, thighs tense, thrusts getting sloppy-and that he didnât notice you choking as he nudged the back of your throat, you can take it, you thought. You moan around his cock, claiming yourself as green yet lying through your teeth. He brings his hands to your face, holding your head still as he chases his peak, God, he was too big for your mouth, and at this angle, you lost rhythm of your breathing and began choking. Fuck.
You feel Joel tense above you with your hands still on thighs, he slowly brings his cock out of your mouth but you stop him, âno no-Iâm ok, green green.â He staring down at you and all you see is his beautiful face, looking skeptical of you and his cock, twitching. âCmon, how pathetic do I look?â You joke to show him youâre all good. He repositions himself at your lips, you kiss his tip, licking all around it to welcome it back in your mouth.
He lifts your shirt over your tits, pinching and twisting your nipples as he begin a steady pace which quickens as your moans around his cock spur him on. âYou better not-be ly-lying, girl. Gonna fuck your face harder now, baby-here we go-fuuuuckâ His cock was fully swollen, heâs so close, his thighs-so stiff, his thrusts are harsh and fast but then his hips start going sloppy and out of rhythm. So close. You can handle this. Your throat feels raw but you got this. He grips your tits tight as he pulls out and sprays his cum on them. His deep groans fill the room, you canât help but laugh as he huffs out and shakes out every last drop. âGoddamn.â
He massages your boobs, âsorry if I was too hard, baby-that was-w-fuuuck.â He sits down beside you all shaky, you thought it was adorable, his guard was down. You straightened up, and landed a few kisses on his temple. âSo? We like yeah? And green all the way too.â You kinda fibbed. âBaby, got no complaints from this guy-fuuuck me. I need a drink.â He leans back, resting on his elbows, with the goofiest smile on his face.
âYou stay here, my sweetheart and Iâll go get our dinner and treats.â You peel off your shirt and give yourself a wipe, before tossing it in your hamper. You grab a towel for Joel, but he waves you away. âI got it, baby. Youâve done enough fâme already.â He gestures you to him for a kiss. âThank you, baby.â
You come back to the room with a tray complete with two coffees, two whiskeys, a bowl of stew, bread and a plate of your cookies. Joel canât believe how damn lucky he is as heâs watching you step forward with your treats. Then he has that twinge of doubt in his gut, where he overthinks, âIâm too old for you-youâre too good for meâ.. you know the look. Like a deer on ice, you step on to the bed, trying to keep the tray level, playfully teasing about dropping it and secretly nearly doing it-twice. Ok, jokes over. You sit next to him, placing the tray down and you kiss his temple, ânope, those thoughts arenât staying there tonight. I want to be here, Joel. Thereâs no one else, youâre it. Youâre my it, and Iâm yours so-knock it off, stop being silly cause I wanna eat.â
Oh he knows not to delay you food any longer, âeverthin looks great, baby.â He kisses your knuckles, it lingering longer than it needed to. âGo on, baby-dig in.â
The two of you spent the rest of the night talking, getting fat and lazy from all the stew, bread and cookies, and maybe getting a little bit drunk from the whiskey-the bottle just walked up the stairs and poured itself into your glasses. Weird.
You woke up a few hours later, crumbs everywhere, head all buzzing and a lot of warmth. The manâs got his koala grip on you, so you canât escape him. It makes you giggle. You snuggle your bum back into his crotch. He stirs a little, and mumbles, âMm no, baby. Wanna sleep more.â
Whatever you want, Miller. My protector, my provider, my love.
Summary: Its Halloween and your first date with Isaac, your coworker, but fate comes-a-calling in the voice of your ex Joel Miller.
Warnings: âdark!Joel. Possessive!Joel. Jealous!Joel. Killer!Joel. Murder. Stabbing. Stalking. Toxic couple vibes. Carving skin. Dubcon. pinv. Face slapping. Rough sex. Small talk of Domestic Abuse(tiiiny).Reader is late 20s. Joelâs mid forties. Set in the nineties. No real storylineđ
wc: 5700
A word from Donna: This is longer than I expected Iâm SOooo sorry :/ Heads up-This isnât a smutty fic with a Ghostface-itâs my own little slasher movie. I wanted to write it like a thriller fic rather than straight to sex, ya know? Scream, itâs 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, Iâve wanted to write a Ghostface fic for soooo longđ
Soundtrack: I mainly listen to various scream soundtracks on Spotify, but it was mainly Birdbrains album, âLetâs Be Niceâ that I overused for inspo :D <3
October 31st - Becker Resident
Itâs not a big deal, you think to yourself. Itâs just a date, you donât have to take it further than it needs to, even though youâre dyyyyying to be fucked. Yeah, it was happening. Isaacâs on his way, sadly itâll 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, âyouâre mine. Always was, always will be, baby. You were made for me.â 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 donât 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. Itâs gotta be a raccoon right? Your skin starts to prickle-the feeling like someoneâs 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;
âHello?â
*heavy breathing*
âHellooooo? Who is it?â
âHey hon, itâs Isaac can you hear me? My signals shit, Iâm about forty-five minutes away. You owe me girl I tell ya. Do stuff to me no oneâs ever done before.â
You laugh down the phone as you lean over the counter, âof course, itâs a long drive. Iâll do whatever you want-.â you pull a knife out of its stock and twirl the tip on the surface, â-you just gotta name it, so step on it.â Sliding the knife back into its snook. âYeah-yeah Iâll be there soon. Bye!â
âBye, dickhead.â You hear a small âyouâll pay for that, girlâ 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. âGoddamn-fucking delicious, nearly as good as your pussy, baby.â He said as he tapped his thigh, âcome, sit.â He proceeded to finger you, getting two orgasms from you as he ate his burger. âSo delicious and all mine.â 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* âfor gods sake, ike-just focus on the road so you can get here and fuck me.â
ââYou always did have a mouth on ya. Who the fuck is Ike, baby?.â You freeze.
âJoel? What-what the fuck? âwhy are you calling me? Youâre suppose to be leaving me alone. Moving on a shit.â He laughs-a deep chest laugh. You always loved that goddamn laugh of his.
âIâm just checkin in on my baby. Making sure sheâs looking after herselfâAnd moving on? Itâs me and you til death remember-and this ike guy-heâs gonna be history.â
âWhat?! Are-are you threatening me?â You clutch the bottom of the phone with both hands, meaning business now, talking through gritted teeth, âlook-weâre meant to be moving on, and you are not allowed anywhere near me, Joel Miller so donât- try anything.â
âLove it when you get all bossy. But no, baby-youâre gonna take me back, like you always do.â You hang up. You shake off the call, you need to pee. Really you should be calling the cops, but youâve never been a smart girl.
As you come out from the bathroom, thereâs knocks at your front door, not even thinking, you open it to-Tommy Miller. âHey, sweetheartâ he oozes out, leaning against the doorframe, he stays there or a second, looking you over. âMay I?â Gesturing to come in, even though heâs halfway through the doorway. âYeah sureâ you say sarcastically.
He stands tall, taps on his belt buckle, âso, heard from that brother of mine? Heâs been seen lurking around town.â You shake your head. âHe called though, usual stuff, âIâm his, til death- I donât think heâs stupid enough to come here.â
He scoffs. âWhatever you say, sweetheart. Look if he calls again, tell him to call me, k?â As he leaves your home he turns and scoffs, âall this fuss over you, you must have one amazing pussy, sweetheart. Talk soonâ closing the door behind him. Ugh he makes you shudder. Fuck, you want this night over with. You text Ike, he probably wonât see it but you send one anyway.
-Will you hurry the fuck up, my pussy is throbbing for you here đ¤Łx
You perk up your boobs more, theyâre 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, âhello? Ike is that you?â
You hear a screech down the phone, like an amp adjusting then that voice came. âHelloooo, babyâŚike canât come to the phone right now-heâs abit tied up.â
âOh my god, Ike, did you get one of those- voice adjuster things like from, Stab? Itâs awesome-carry on talking.â Bless your little dumb heart. Not only are you gullible but little do you know, that Ike-is literally tied up.
âSo, baby-whatâs your favourite scary movie?â
You act all girly, like the dumb girls in those dumb slasher movies. âWell-,â twirling your hair in your fingers, â-Iâm a big fan of those micheal Myers films. Where he like stalks a young woman in her home, itâs so clichĂŠ.â You giggle. âWhatâs yours?â You ask, all shyly, now twirling the hem of your dress.
âWell, my favourite is that Stab movie you mentioned-pretty woman-big tits, home alone, easy prey.â You scoff, ânow thatâs a cliche answer. The woman always does the wrong things, runs upstairs instead of running out. Ugh, lameâŚ.ok, seriously how much longer you gonna be ike?â You hear heavy breathing, then another screech, âwonât be too long, baby. Iâm coming for ya.â 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. âWell hello, baby.â
âIke for fuck sake, will you hurry the hell up-,â you hear a noise from your backyard, making you jump, and your spine tingles.
Then that voice, âI told you, Ike canât come to the phone right now, heâs tied up-ya never did listen. So fuckin stubborn.â You hold your breath, tears start to prick at your eyes, âJoel?â You knew, you knew it was him the second your spine tingled. You hear a click, then you hear Joelâs voice. âSurpriiiise, baby.â You duck down and kneel behind a kitchen counter, shaking. âJ-Joel? Have you-have you done something to Ike?â
He lets out a deep guttural laugh, âoh baby, I told you he was history-well heâll be a part of our history very shortly, darlin.â Bitch, why are you clenching your thighs right now?! âJoel-just, just please leave me aloneâŚ.are-are you here?â He can hear the fear in your voiceâŚYou already knew the answer. âWhy donât you look out your back doors for me, baby.â You slowly-dreading every step-tip toe over to the back double doors. You didnât notice the lights being on this whole time, cause of Ike being tied to a chair. Beaten up.
âWhat the fuck?! Ike!â You go to open the door but hear a âNuh uh, babyâ from Joel on the other end. âYou open the door he dies. His blood, on your hands.â You hear a knock on your front door, you turn around fast. Youâre breathing is shaky down the phone, âoh, you sound so scared, baby. Why donât you open the door and let me in. Iâll make ya feel betterâ You are full on crying now, âJoel-please-just please leave me alone.â He tuts down the phone, âcâmon, baby. Iâll make ya feel good.â
âIâd rather die!â You scream at the door
Hearing a low chuckle down the phone, âwell-that can be arranged, sweetheart.â you hang up to call 911, but then thereâs loud, heavy knocks at the door, you jump, dropping the fucking phone. Itâs broken. Fuck! Youâre 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 donât 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, thereâs a loud bang, the door is broken down and thereâs, Ghostface. âHelloooo, baby.â 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. âSurprise, sweetheart.â The voice soothed.
You look over his shoulder to see Isaacâs lifeless body, gutted. His insides on the outside. You scream. Joel comes near and sees the lifeless body. âYou motherfucker! You killed him? Im suppose to do it, thats the whole goddamn point.â Joel shouted as he took off his mask and aimed his anger at the other figure-who just shrugged-, âand hey-easy, let her goâŚhey, baby,â Joel strips off the Ghostface cloak, âdid you miss me?â He opens his arms, you run into the kitchen to grab another knife but the other figure trips you, âNuh uh, sweetheart.â He smirks out. âDonât you fuckin think about it.â Joel shoots him a look, âhey-I said back off.â He comes over to help you up but you snatch your hand away, tears streaming down your face, âdonât fuckin touch me! What-what the fuck, Joel?-â you look to the other figure, â-who the fuck is that?â You point.
Tommy pulls off his mask and sheds the cloak, âhey, sweetheart-told ya didnât I, Joel-doesnât she look good enough to eat? Have a-Stab ofâer.â You wipe your nose, the snot is-everywhere. âI-I canât believe you killed Ike.â You whisper. Joel runs a hand through his dark hair, âwell he was coming here to fuck you wasnât he? We werenât gonna let that happen baby.â 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 youâre thinking. He knows you too damn well, and you fucking hate it.
âHeads up, Tommy-sheâs gonna try ya.â Youâre now staring at the floor but you can see them in the corner of your eye. Youâre trembling but trying so hard to hold it together, and Joel notices. âAw, baby-donât be scared. I just wanted to see you thatâs all.â You scoff. âDonât!-â Joel lunges at you but stops himself quick, âdonât-you fuckin scoff at me, girl.â
You lean back against a counter, crossing your arms across your chest, even though you canât fuckin breathe right now. âOkay, so you have me-now what?â You tilt your head, trying to act nonchalant. It seems to be working as Joelâs jaw ticks. âWell-Iâm sick of fuckin my fist thinkin about ya-so now that Iâve got the real deal, make a night of it,â he winks. âTommy, make yaself scarce, keep an eye out for any other visitors, maybe clean up ya fuckin mess while youâre at it.â
Tommy tuts but heads out the back doors, closing them behind him as his gives you a wink, âenjoy, brother-Iâll try not watch sweetheart.â You cringe. Now, itâs just the two of you.
Joel bites his bottom lip, âmmm mm mm, baby you look good. That dress, huh? My favourite? See-thatâs where it makes me think..you were expecting me.â You roll your eyes, you expect him to lunge at you again, he hates it when you roll your eyes at him, but he doesnât, he just strolls over. âDonât-roll your-goddamn-eyes at me, baby.â 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. âOh-we like that do we?â He smirks. That fucking beautiful smirk. Yeah youâre getting wetter.
Youre so fucking stupid. Here you are with Joel, a man who could snap your neck like a tooth pick and yet, youâre thinking of him fucking you, with a grip around your throat. Youâre sick. âOh I know that look. Your âplaying hard to getâ look. Itâs ok if you want me, baby. I know how you get around me.â Cocky bastard. Heâs not wrong, youâre fucking drenched, but still.
Pretending youâre bored of this conversation, you exasperate letting out a huff, turning to look at the front door. A clean run if he gets distracted, itâs off its hinges thanks to Joel, so no messing with the locks or the handle. You turn to look at him. âYouâre right, Joel-of course I want you, I always will.â Youâre not lying but nows not the time, donât get distracted. He leans down, and dips his face into the crook of your neck. âYou smell-so sweet, baby. Even he thinks so-.â he says rubbing his bulge against you. Hard as fuck. Youâre 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. âCommando, baby? You shouldnât have.â He bunches up the skirt part to your hips, pussy on full show. He tips back a little to get a good look. âAnd a full bush, baby-just what I like.â He sucks on his middle finger, and slides through your folds, ghosting your ear. âSo-ya know you gotta be punished my sweet. Letting another man fuck you while Iâm still alive.â He tuts at you.
âJoel, Iâm not taking you back, you scared me-you hurt me, Iâm deaf in my left ear because of you.â Joel presses his hips against yours, pinning you against the counter. He pinches the tip of the knife to your cheek. âI said- I was sorry, babyâ. You laugh in his face, knocking his hand away, his hips pressing against yours, harder. âSo now weâre just gonna forget it and move on, k?â He asked so casual like he got your coffee order wrong.
âLike hell we are!â You manage to knee him in his ghoulies and leg it to the front door, but sadly, heâs fast, calculated-he pins you to a mirror thatâs nailed to the wall, your face squished and hands pinned behind your back. âBaby baby-really? Thatâs so cliche-donât matter, itâs still gonna work just fine.â You squirm in his grip but he presses himself against you-keeping you still. âNow-weâre gonna be a good girl, and do as weâre told, baby-right?â
Yes. Yes you were. Youâre soaked, itâs literally dripping out of you, and heâs gonna know soon enough, that yes, youâre gonna do as youâre 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, âfuck, this peach, baby-so soft.â Then he moves his hand- tip toeing his fingers to your pussy, you clench your thighs. âNuh uh, spreadâem, baby.â He nudges your feet apart with his and he continues where he left off, sliding his middle finger through your folds, cupping your pussy. âMm sheâs missed me, all dripping for this lucky SOB.â You squirm in his grip, which tightens, âbaby, you carry on and Iâll make it hurt more.â You stop. You just except whatâs coming.
You hear his zipper go down and belt unbuckle, you internally squirm. That sound, you donât 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 theyâre confined, theyâre trying to grab at nothing. âJoel-please-.â He shushes you as he sinks in deeper, letting go off your wrists, âputâem at the side of your head, baby.â You move them slowly, bracketing the mirror, and as you look behind you, all you see is that devastating smile glaring back. âAatta girl.â Even though he praises you, itâs so condescending.
He pushes up and bottoms out, dipping his head between your shoulders, âgoddamn-been so fuckin long, baby-fuuuck. Missed ya so much-us til we die, baby. Yeah?â You canât answer as you wince in pain around his cock. âJoel please-just please move it hurts.â 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, youâre gonna fuckin enjoy it. âKnew my baby wanted this, ya fucking twisted.â Heâs talking through gritted teeth, gripping your hip, his nails digging in, âgonna get ya there, baby-i know youâre right fuckin there.â You knew the drill, you cum first so he can focus on himself, not that you cared but if you didnât get your climax, you werenât gonna be happy.
He circles your clit while rutting into you, each thrust up felt like a stab to your cervix, itâs 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. âWhat a fucking sight, baby. Cmon now, letâs fuckin get there.â You feel the tight coil forming in your belly, which starts to go south, tingling through your pussy, you canât help but clench around him. âThere she is, cmon baby, get there-fucking get there.â The house is filled with your screams, you donât give a fuck if Tommy can hear or not, itâs 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 doesnât 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, âgod-damn. Fuuck me.â You feel like youâre gonna keel over, your thighs are shaking, and you havenât 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. âBe a good girl and breathe with me, baby. In and out.â you let out is a whimpers, Joel places his giant hand on your chest, itâs so warm, it soothes you instantly. âAtta girl, there we go.â
Just as youâre 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. âOnly caught the end of that-fuck me, I wanna have a go. What ya say, brother?â As Joel helps you clean yourself up and fixes your dress, he shoot tommy a glare, itâs one that scares you. He becomes unpredictable, predator-likeâŚlike heâs going in for a kill. âSay that again? Donât think I heard ya, brother.â The once standing tall, smug motherfucker, was now a mumbling mess, turning his shoulders in like heâs a pup getting scolded. âC-cmon, Joel-I was only jokin.â Joel exhales through his nostrils, sounding like a major pissed off bull, âyouâre on thin ice already brother-one more strike and Iâll kill ya, got it?âŚyou cleaned up your mess out there?â Tommy only nods, with a shaky breath, you couldnât help but grin, couldnât help but make it worse.
âYa know, Joel-Tommy was here earlier, but you know that obviously, however..he had a few words to say, kinda disrespectful -.â 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, âand what did he say, baby?â He tilted his head slightly, Tommy wasnât blinking, just staring at Joel, you hope he could somehow see your smug face. âWell, he said, âall this fuss over you, you must have one amazing pussy, sweetheart.ââ You could hear Joelâs 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-heâs gargling in pain, his face is white and his eyes are so wide, you think theyâre gonna pop out. He crashes to the floor grabbing at his throat uttering what sounds like âyou bitchâ. You didnât feel bad in the slightest, you hated Tommy-always grabbing your ass, calling you sweetheart with his creepy grin, offering quick fucks âJoelâll never know.â Well heâs out of your life now, one less bastard you donât have to worry about. This one, on the other handâŚhas a tight grip on the knife, knuckles white, âbaby, câmere.â 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. âLeg. Now.â Like you were gonna tell him no. You kept your balance by gripping his hair, tugging it a little-he didnât seem to mind.
âbaby-you werenâât lying to me, right, he said that, yeah?â
Itâs a good fucking job you were telling the truth, if you were lying, the knife thatâs 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. âGood girl, cause baby if you were-Iâd have to kill ya.â You gulp loud, his eyes widen. âHe did it all, Joel-he wasnât a good man.â 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 heâs strong, too fucking strong, he clamps his arm around your thigh while he carries on carving you. âAh Joel -stop! Ah what the-fuuuuck!â His grips tightens, âkeep still, baby, itâll hurt more if you move-knock it off or Iâll knock you out.â
You carry on screaming, clawing at his head, shoulders, trying to push yourself from his grip but fuck, his tight fuckin grip. âI mean it! Knock it off Iâm nearly done, baby-youâre ok.â 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. âWhat the fuck, Joel.â You choke out. You look down and see his little artwork. JOELS. In capital letters, a few inches away from your pussy. âOh my god, Joel-what the fu-how could you?! You bastard!â
He stands above you, towering tall-âIâm sorry, baby-but people gotta know who you belong to, canât have some prick thinking he can have you. Now theyâll all be turned off-til death, baby-remember?â 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-itâs agonising. He leans on an elbow, still hovering over you and starts unbuttoning your dress, âyou look-just fuckin stunning darlin-green always looked amazing on you.â Heâs talking over your whimpers, tears are streaming and youâre muttering to yourself.
âHey!â He snaps his fingers. â-I said knock it off or I do this with you unconscious. Got it?â 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, itâs 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.
âGonna let me in again, darlin?â You tense up but slowly open them, with tears still streaming down your face. âAtta girl-always my good girl.â 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. âFuuck, baby-never gets old.â He begins to slightly roll his hips, his tip stabbing at your cervix, dragging whines out of you. âJoel please-move faster -please.â He nuzzles into your neck, âNuh uh, baby-this feels too good.â 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 heâs marked you, making you clench around him, âdirty bitch liking that, huh? Liking the pain? Ya just as fucking twisted.â 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. âCan you hear me, baby? Hear what you do to me with your pretty pussy?â Youâre 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. âFuckin-answer-me.â He grits it out as he rolls his hips. âYes Joel -I can hear -I hear it.â Joel moves his hand between your bodies, circles your swollen bud, you bite your lip. That tight snap thatâll send you over is right there, you tense your pussy around his cock, âis my darlin ready? I think she is.â He doesnât wait for an answer, grabbing hold of your hip he pounds your pussy, fucking relentlessly, he wants to cum with you. âWe getting there, baby-yeah I think we are.â he smirks as you clench around him-that band snapping. You both cum, itâs 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. âFuck me, baby.â You hiss as rubs his heavy hand along your new scar. âit looks so pretty, baby.â, 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.
âJoel! What-what the fuck-ahh! You fucking asshole!â You grip tight of where blood was gushing out, fuck, it hurt! âJoel fucking help me-.oh my god-I canât believe -.â He stands towering over tucking himself back in his pants. âYa didnât think Iâll let you off the hook for having some guy round did ya? Baby-no man is ever fucking you while Iâm around-sorry darlin, had to punish somehow-the cuttin wasnât enough.â 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, itâs starting to go numb. Joelâs in the kitchen grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink, acting so casual like youâve 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 heâs 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, weâre on our way back, should be home in ten minutes-,â then she whispers down the phone so your Dad wonât hear, â-please finish any shenanigans you and Ike are upto.â 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, âso mommy dearest knew about Ike as well? Knew youâd fuck himâŚwell sheâs gotta go-and daddy will be with her-so heâs gotta too Iâm afraid.â Your eyes widen with fear, you gotta act fast, cause this fucker ainât 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-youâre 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, heâs not unconscious but girl, fucking run! You hear weak moans behind you as you dart out the door but you donât look back. Running barefoot, the gravel is hurting like a motherfucker but grass is on the horizon-you just gotta keep running.
Thereâs 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 themâŚcar lights. âMOM! DAD!â Youâre waving frantically knowing damn well they canât 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. âJesus Christ!â He barks out. âBaby what the hells goin on!â You run to open the door of back passenger seat and jumps in. âDad drive back! Go back! Donât go home! Joelâs there!â 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. âWhat the fuck you mean Joelâs there?!â He stares at you through the mirror. âHe called me then-fuck-he and Tommy broke into the house, killed Ike and was gonna kill you guys.â They both looked at each other. âThen what?!â He barked at you. âThen I smashed a vase over his head and ran. He was unconscious I think.â
âYou think? Goddamn it, youâre a fucking idiot! I told you he was trouble, I fucking told you!â The tears are streaming down your face. âI know! I know! Just-call the cops and send them there.â 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 didnât tell them you had sex with Joel, what would be the point. They wouldnât believe youâd just let it happen and conclude that he assaulted you. Joelâs a lot of things but a rapist, he ainât.
âSo-,â your Dad starts, looking like heâs going to give you grief about your life choices, but he sighs, âYa gonna need some sleep, Iâll wake you in a few hours-your moms gonna go your aunts.â You nod, wiping tears away. âIâm so sorry-Iâm so sorry this happened. You guys were right about him.â 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 donât know how long they hugged you for, but a few taps on the door broke the moment. Sheriff Arquette.
âHowdy, Beckers. How we doing?â The sheriff was such a humble man, the nicest man you know, all he brings is goodness. âSheâs fine-,â your Mom answered, â-just needs sleep.â Your Dad interrupts, âwell? The house-him?â The sheriff adjusts his belt buckle, looking down at the floor, âwell uh-they didnât find anything. Joel wasnât in the house, they searched the surrounding areas, he was nowhere to be found-nothing. Only Isaacâs and Tommys bodies were found.â You knit your brows together and shudder at the thought that heâs still alive and still out there.
Until the two of you meet againâŚ
The End?
Fun fact: I saw Matthew Lillard on a New York City street in 2008 while on vacay and shouted over to him âyou hit me with the phone dick!â He laughed and pointed at me and that was that. A great memory.
I couldnât think of a good enough title so just-work with me heređand obv our reader is a Final Girlđso 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?
A/N: this is a result of my post gym â¨horny⨠thoughts. I love to think that Joel can be a whimpering mess, every now and then. Youâre welcome ⥠⥠âĄ
Summary: You get jealous seeing the women in Jackson throw themselves at Joel. You decide to give him a gentle reminder of who he belongs to.
~word count : 4.3k~
Warnings: smut with no plot, established relationship, sub! joel, feral/dark! joel, soft! joel,needy! joel, possessive joel! is going to tear you apart! joel, dom/brat reader, unprotected p in v (wrap it kids) oral receiving (male) fingering, light choking, knife play, teasing, edging, light bdsm, consent, consent, consent, nicknames, praise kink, cockwarming, cream pie, cum eating, cum play, uhhh yeah a whole lot of filth! Not much else to say! (+18) MINORS DNI SERIOUSLY THIS IS STRAIGHT UP PORN.
Songs used:
âFreakâ by Doja Cat (just trust me on this one yâall)
âTear You Apartâ by She Wants Revenge
ââŚReady For It?â By Taylor Swift
âNo Goodâ by KALEO
âDinner and Diatribesâ by Hozier
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 Joelâs 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. Youâd 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. Youâd watch them touch his arm, laugh at something heâd say and thatâs when your jealousy began to bubble deep in your gut.
Didnât 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.
âBaby? You down here? Where are you, my sweet girl?â
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. âHi honey, I was just waiting up for you.â You softly spoke while draping your arms around his neck. âHow was it out there?â
âMmm. Hi Sugar. Why were all the lights off? You usually keep âem on for me. Sâalright out there. Long fuckinâ shift, and all I could think about was cominâ home to you darlinâ.â
You gave him a sweet kiss, gently playing with the ends of his hair through your fingers. âYeah, baby? Iâm sorry it was a long shift. Are you tired? Here, how about you sit down? Youâve been on your feet all day.â
Joel kissed you back immediately while he tightened his grip around your waist, pulling you in as close as he physically could. âSâalright. Feet and back are fuckinâ killinâ me though, sweet girl. Is Ellie home?â
You slowly pulled away from the kiss, sliding your arms down from around his neck and brought your hands down his chest. âCâmon iâll take care of you, okay? Sheâs at Dinaâs. Theyâre watching a movie so weâll have the place to ourselves all night.â
âYou had me at weâre gonna have the place to ourselves all night darlin.ââ a chuckle vibrated up his chest. âDid ya have somethinâ particular in mind baby?â
You unwrapped his arms from around your waist, grabbing his hands as you brought him into the dining room. âI knew youâd love the sound of that Joel. Go on, take a seat honey.â
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.
âWhatâreââ
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.
âShhh. 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.â
Joelâs 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. âCourse I trust you honey. Whadâya mean you need to remind me who I belong to? Baby, I belong to you. You and I both know that.â
âDo the Jackson women know that you belong to me? I see the way they fawn over you Joel. You think I donât notice? They practically fall to their knees when youâre around.â
Joel chuckled, leaning his head back against the chair with a smirk on his lips. âDo I sense a bit of jealousy in ya? I see the way they act around me sugar. I donât pay âem any attention. Donât need to when Iâve got you. By far the prettiest girl in town. Can confidently say I am one fuckinâ lucky man.â
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.
âYeah, you are one fuckinâ lucky man, Miller and you better remember it.â
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. âFuckinâ minx. You really just go and tie me to the damn chair?â 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. âI did baby, I told you Iâm going to take care of you. Just trust me on this okay?â 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 didnât take much to get your man going and you were pretty proud of that.
âSo you tied me to the damn chair? You gonna punish me, sweet girl? You got it in you to do that to me baby?â
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.
âOh, I think you and I both know Iâve got it in me baby. You gonna be a good boy for me, or are you gonna be difficult?â
You quite literally stole the air from this manâs lungs. All the blood was draining straight down to his cock. God, you were so filthy and he loved every second of it. âIâll be a good boy for you darlinâ, only if you promise to give me your worst.â
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.
âI promise you I will, baby.â 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. âYou let me know if itâs too much and you wanna stop. Okay honey?â
He felt a shiver run down his spine from your lips along his neck. âI know darlinâ. I got you, you got me.â
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.
âGood boy.â 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.
âYouâre about to fuckinâ ruin me, arenât you baby?â He rasped out, feeling his senses on overdrive now that he could no longer see you.
âGonna do a lot more than just that, honey. You just sit back and relax. I got you.â 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. âBaby, please. Donât fuckinâ keep me on edge like this honey. Please, Iâll be a good boy, just like I promised.â 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.
âDarlinâ, is that your knife baby? Whatâre you gonna do with that, huh?â
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, âWho do you belong to, Mr. Miller?â
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. âYours baby. Iâm all fuckinâ yours. All yours.â
âGood boy.â 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.
âGonna have a taste of you now, okay baby? Dying to have one.â
âFuâfuckinâ hell darlinâ you tryinâ to send me to an early grave talkinâ like thatââ
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.
âYou taste so sweet, honey. Whatâs the matter? Cat got your tongue baby?â
Joel growled frustratingly as he gave the restraints another good tug but they wouldnât budge and he was completely at your mercy.
âThatâs my fuckinâ line darlinââ he groaned.
âYeah?â You hummed against his length, letting your fingers grasp his balls, giving them a little squeeze. âWell, now itâs mine. Deal with it.â
âYou littleââ
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.
âF-f-fuckâdarlinâ that pretty little mouth of yours is gonna be the death of me. Not gonna fuckinâ last long like this.â He groaned while bucking his hips up slightly, desperately wanting more.
You brought your free hand, that wasnât 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.
âFuckâfuck baby you gotta stop soon, please! Fuck. Iâm seeinâ stars right now. Takinâ my cock so fuckinâ well in that pretty little mouth. Sâpretty, just for me.â
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.
âWhereâd you go, darlinâ? Canât feel ya anymore..you better not be fuckinâ leaving me down here tied up like thisââ
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. âMmm. Iâm right here baby. I wouldnât be that cruel to leave you tied up like this..donât give me any ideas though, okay? Not finished with you yet.â
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.
âYou gonna fuckinâ let me touch you baby? Or not yet? Gonna keep me on the edge? Fuckin filthy little whore you are. Mâso fuckin lucky.â 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. âDo you think you deserve to fuck me right now, baby? You think you deserve to fill me up with your cock? Câmon, answer me.â You demanded
Joelâs jaw went slack at your words as he swallowed hard. You were something fucking else entirely and he was at a loss for words.
âIâve been a good boy, havenât I baby? Câmon, sweet girl. Let me fill you to the fuckinâ brim. Please. Please. Please. Want to feel your warmth around me so fuckinâ bad. Give into me darlin.â Take me however you fuckinâ want.â 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. âBet you wish you were touching me right now, huh baby? Iâm so fuckinâ wet for you. Donât you wish you could have a taste? Mmm, your fingers do a much better job than mine.â You purred, wasting no time to slip two of your fingers inside, pumping them slowly on his lap. âIâm so fucking tight, Joel. Donât you wanna feel me baby? Feel how fucking tight I am for you.â
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.
âGoddamn you. Fuckinâ filthy. Look at you fuckinâ yourself on my lap. Fuckinâ should be my fingers filling you up right now. You little minx. Do I have to fuckinâ beg you? Your pretty little pussy is fuckinâ purring for me baby. You gotta let me out of these things, please baby. Iâll do whatever you want. Just please fuckinâ let me touch you.â
âNo.â You spoke sweetly, between moans. âKeep fucking watching me Joel. Keep watching me fuck my pretty little pussy.â
âYou are so goddamn lucky that you tied a fuckinâ good knot. Gonna fuckinâ ruin you when I get out of these baby. Just you fuckinâ wait.â 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. âFilling me up so good already, baby. See what happens when youâre a good boy? You get rewarded.â
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.
âNow, itâs my fuckinâ turn.â 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. âYou fuckinâ like that baby? You naughty fuckinâ girl. Hope you enjoyed your fuckinâ little game while it lasted baby.â
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. âNo.â He growled.âYou donât get to fuckinâ do all of that to me and then think that you can touch yourself, baby. Youâre mine now. You fuckinâ got that? All. Fucking. Mineâ
âJoelâfuck! Please baby, I was only having a little fun! Please, are you going to let me cum?â You whimpered, tugging your lower lip between your teeth as you looked up at him with those eyes that would send any manâs 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. âYou think you fuckinâ deserve to cum? You think you deserve that?â 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.
âPlease, Joel! Please let me cum, baby! Donât you want me to coat your cock? You gotta let me cum otherwise I canâtââ
He slammed his hips into yours, knocking your back against the table, stealing the air from your lungs. âWhat was that? Sorry, sugar. Canât hear you above the sounds of my cock tearing your pretty little pussy apart.â
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.
âSo fucking close, Joel! So close! Thank you baby, thank you!â 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.
âThatâs it, my pretty fuckinâ filthy girl. Gonna cum around my cock? Gonna coat me? Wanna see you leaking out on the fuckin table when Iâm through with you. Think you can handle that honey? Wanna see my fuckinâ cum drippinâ out of that pretty little pussy.â
It didnât 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. Heâd kiss you slow, deep, letting his tongue slip into your mouth while your fingers would gently scrape against his beard.
âI wanna see more of that in the future.â He mumbled into your lips, kissing you languidly.
âYeah? You liked that?â
âFuckinâ loved havinâ you take control like that baby. Do it whenever you want, kay?â
You let out a soft giggle, pulling away from the kiss to get some air as he let out a small whine, he wasnât 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 couldnât get enough of you.
âI will definitely be taking control more often, baby. I can promise you that.â
âGood.â He hummed, pressing one more kiss to your nose, lightly nibbling on it before he slowly slipped out from your warmth.
âWe made quite the mess together honey. Dripping all down the fuckinâ table.â 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.
âI fuckinâ love you, you know that?â
âI know you do, Joel. I love you too.â
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.
You were his lady, his girl. He was your man. Your fellow, your guy.
Once again, we had to endure too much story of a greedy man, who was a coward and villain OVER the story of a man, who wants to be better, who wants to love and BE loved, wants the softer side of life, wants a purpose and most of all, a mate and the mean bad man denied him that.
I loved Frankenstein do not get me wrong but we needed more of the tender story of the Monster. We needed more of him, period.
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