Uh still alive, still employed, happily single as fuck, uhhh either in my bed or my best friendâs, thinking about writing but donât have the energy still, still a horny ass gremlin, uhhh getting tattooed next week, and gonna see my fav artist soon too, also have like two dick appointments I might go to dunno đ€·đœââïž
Toji with baby feverâŠwho never thought heâd ever want another kid- donât get him wrong, Megs is a sweet kidâŠdeep down, but he can only handle so many more 67s. Toji who then catches it- the second that Megumi accidentally calls you âmamaâ - and youâre cooing, Megumiâs blushing and pretending he said otherwise, and Tojiâoh, Toji feels something stir deep within him. Toji who asks in the dead of night-âWhatâs this whole âmamaâ thing about now?â
Summary: âMysterious girlâ â thatâs what people in Jackson call you because of your amnesia. All your memories lost, alone in the world, youâd probably be miserable and lonely if it wasnât for your saviour, Joel Millerâ a man who filled a hole in your heart with love and became your friend, your lover, your family. He makes you happy and you accept him with all his flaws. During a heated argument Joel reveals a shocking truth about your past and you come face to face with a dilemma â can you trust the person who became your whole world?
Tw: 18+ mdni smut, angst, fluff, big legal age gap (Joelâs in his late 50s, reader is said to be much younger), reader has amnesia due to a head trauma, daddy kink, ddlg dynamic, the best of both worlds â mean! Joel and soft! Joel, toxic relationship, jealous/protective! Joel, canon typical violence, allusions to reader being kidnapped, SA-ed (not by Joel/not described), symptoms of SA PTSD, size kink, praise kink, degradation, f/m!oral, rough sex, somno, fingering, spanking as a punishment, mention of fisting, unprotected piv, creampies, cumeating, swearing, alcohol consumption, no Ellie sorry. Joel can lift reader. Reader wears dresses. Heed the warnings!
Word count: 10,3k (donât look at me)
A/n: this story is written for @tateypots âs Naughty or Nice writing challenge. Thank you for the cool event, Kate, and I apologize for being so lateđ My trope was amnesia + naughty/dark. Writing this fic was truly challenging but I loved working on it! It would definitely be harder if not for my Milla @milla-frenchy ILYSM!!â„ïž Thank you for beta-ing this big boy, for giving me helpful advice and for coming up with the title inspired by the song - Fade Into You by Mazzy Star. Iâm very excited to finally share the story with you all! I hope youâll enjoy itđ Dividers by @pixopix Ty!đ
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Tears are running down your cheeks, your lashes wet, your eyes reddened, your chin and chest covered in your spit. You look like hell. Itâs not surprising â Joelâs been fucking your mouth for what felt like eternity. Heâs older than you so it takes a while for him to come and usually youâre happy that he can use you for his pleasure for hours, manhandling you like a rug doll, fucking your holes in whatever position he desires, but giving him head⊠thatâs a challenge. Especially when heâs pissed at you.
Joelâs big hands are holding your head in place and you dig your nails into his meaty thighs, fighting for a breath, close to suffocating while gurgling around his cock thatâs throbbing in your mouth. Your heart is pounding in your ears and your vision starts going black when Joel finally starts coming down your throat, draining his heavy balls and filling your tummy with his jizz.
As soon as he lets go of your head, you push yourself off him and plop on your butt onto the wooden floor. Youâre gobbling up air, wheezing and panting like youâve been running from a pack of wolves.
âDaâdaddy⊠what the hell..?â You croak between coughs, staring up at him with teary eyes.
Joel tucks his softening but still huge cock into his grey sweatpants and throws you a glare. You see a trace of guilt in his expression or maybe itâs only your wishful thinking.
âHmm?â he grunts and gets into bed.
âI nearly choked.â Youâre on the verge of fresh tears now, your lower lip shaking. Joel gets under the duvet and sighs, finally reacting to your pain.
âJesus.. Câmere.â
You slowly get up and walk on shaky legs to his bed, then sit on the edge and stare at your hands on your lap. Joel lifts his torso on one forearm and glides his big hand over your back. The warmth of his skin immediately seeps through your thin dress and your soul feels lighter. Yet your throat still hurts like hell, your whole body is sore, youâre trembling.
âNeeded relief,â he mumbles and you turn your face to him, your lips in a pout.
âYou coulda been more gentle.â
Your whine makes his eyes go dark and your insides freeze. You want to avert your gaze from his, but donât dare.
âSorry,â you whisper, apologizing for misbehaving, for upsetting him, for being a bad girl, for âŠfor everything.
âYou know why Iâve been rough,â Joel says in a calm tone that makes you wish he was shouting at you. You swallow hard and drop your head.
âI didnât want to upset you,â you say the truth, shaking like a leaf.
âBut you did.â
You nod, still not looking at him, and Joel pinches your chin and turns your head so youâd face him. His eyes show no mercy when he says,
âNext time somethinâ like this happens Iâll shoot the fucker on sight.â
Your breathing stops, your blood runs cold and you nod, feeling with all your being â heâs not joking.
âYes, daddy.â
Joel lies down and turns onto his side, away from you.
âGo to bed,â he grunts so you stand up and quietly walk to the door. Your pussy is so wet, your panties are soaked through. Youâre shivering from the cold, while your core is on fire from sucking Joelâs cock. You want it inside you so much, want to scream and come on it, want Joel to fuck you hard. The lust clouds your mind, makes you bold or rather ruthless, so you turn around at the door and mewl pathetically, your chest full of hope.
âDaddy, can I sleep with you?â
Joelâs voice is muffled by the duvet as he replies,
âNo. Go to your room.â
You sigh, your hopes shattered into pieces, and obediently follow his command.
You get into your cold bed and cover your head with a blanket. Itâs ok, he still loves you, you think, swallowing your salty tears. He still wants you. Heâs just mad. Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow heâll kiss you.
It would be easier for you to endure Joel giving you the cold shoulder if he wasnât your everything. But he is and heâs always been. After all, he saved your life â found you in the woods dying, your head bleeding, brought your unconscious body to Jackson, gave you another chance.
You woke up in the town hospital, injured and weak, without a trace of memory of who you were, or what had happened to you. The doctor said you had amnesia and while he was explaining your condition and future treatment, you were staring at your saviour, Joel Miller, who was standing in the corner of the room.
He was the most handsome man youâd ever seen â tall and broad, with a head full of salt and pepper curls, pouty lips under his moustache, a patchy beard and piercing brown eyes. You didnât hear what the doctor was saying, it was like a hum in the background. At that moment in the hospital room your body and your soul found something grounding, someone to hold on to. As if you were a balloon floating through a vast sky until his hand gripped your string. Destiny brought Joel to you, or rather he became your destiny.
With all your heart you hoped that the attraction youâd been feeling was mutual, and soon you started seeing that it was the case. Joel visited you at the hospital almost every day, brought you treats, told you everything about the town and its people. You didnât talk much, mostly listened to him. The headache following the head trauma was killing you but somehow his deep raspy voice alleviated the pain, gave you comfort and peace. You almost purred listening to him, it was amazingly pleasant. A couple of times he even lulled you to sleep as he was reading you a book that heâd brought for you.
That big gruff man quickly became your friend, but calling him that felt wrongâ he was so much more. What do you call a person who helped you choose your name?
Your mind had no trace of your identity so Joel called you âsweetheartâ during his visits. The pet name warmed your heart and set your core on fire, but once you laughed bitterly that it should be your name - Sweetheart. Joel frowned.
The next day he brought you a baby names book. God knows where heâd found it but you two spent an hour reading the names. When Joel pronounced your current name and commented that it would suit you perfectly, your heart skipped a beat and you knew immediately â it was the one.
Right from the moment you saw that man, your soul longed for him, your body needed him. Your face lit up at the sight of him, walking into your room, your whole being craved him carnally, and after your discharge from the hospital, the day Joel brought you to your new house, you kissed him. It was the scariest, the boldest thing youâd ever done in your recently-started life. You froze, clinging to him, your lips pressed to his, scared to death that heâd push you away. But he didnât. Instead his arms wrapped around your torso, the kiss deepened and the groan that you licked off his lips told you everything â he needed you just as much as you needed him. After tasting him you knew for sure â you two were meant to be together.
Of course, the townsfolk weren't too happy about Joel and you becoming a couple. You were much younger than him, alone in the world, no past experience to keep you from being used. That was what they whispered behind your back â âJoelâs using that lonely girl.â They were probably right. You lost your memory but you werenât stupid. Joel absolutely had you wrapped around his finger. But what all those busybodies didnât understand was that you were happy he was using you however he pleased. Your body was the only thing you could give him, so it became his. Joel could ask you to do anything and youâd do it in a heartbeat. And he rarely asked. He took it with a gentle or rough hand, depending on his mood, claimed every part of you, and you never objected. Even when it hurt, even when it felt like too much or too fast. Joel replaced all the empty space in your head with himself and only while being by his side you felt whole.
The head wasnât the only part of you Joel was filling. He fucked you so well, you would scream his name in ecstasy until your throat was sore, until the neighbors knocked on your door, scared that you were being killed. Youâd slip out of his arms and run downstairs to apologize for the disturbance, your lips swollen with kisses, your eyes hazy as if you were drunk.
You didnât know if they really cared about your safety or the curiosity made them interrupt Joel and you fucking but one day he grunted âFuck âem,â and moved your things to his place. No one would dare come to Joel Miller for any explanation so you could moan as loudly as you wanted there.
Thatâs how you two started living together. You couldnât be happier â your reality seemed like the most amazing dream. Joel took great care of you â cooked, read you books in front of the fireplace, cuddled you to sleep. Waking up in the middle of the night with him fucking your unconscious body was the hottest thing ever. But your nights werenât only filled with sex and love.
From time to time you had terrifying nightmares â rough hands groping you, dirty nails scratching your skin with the ferocity of an animal, phantom pain piercing your body. Youâd wake up crying and screaming and Joel would always be there by your side, whispering to you, his voice warm, âItâs jusâ a dream. Iâm here. Youâre safe.â Heâd hold you until your breathing got steady, until your tears dried up and you fell back asleep.
The first time you called Joel âdaddyâ would forever stay in your memory. His cock was deep inside you as you were riding him, relishing the way he was filling your core. The word fell from your lips and the next second Joel growled, pulled you off him and pinned you to the bed. His weight was pushing you into the mattress as his big hand wrapped around your neck.
âWhat dâyou call me?â He hissed through his teeth, glaring down at you.
You were trying to push his fingers off your throat, scared that heâd hurt you, but he wasnât choking you, only holding you in place.
âMâsorry,â you squeaked, staring up at him with widened eyes. The adrenaline in your blood was adding to your arousal and your pussy was desperately clenching around nothing, despite fear gripping your heart.
Joelâs dark eyes were darting between yours, as if he didnât know what to do next. You wanted to make it right, you hated the idea of upsetting him, so you murmured,
âI wonât ever say it⊠I promise.â After a few long seconds, Joelâs hand left your neck.
âSorry,â he muttered and pressed his forehead to yours. Then he gently settled between your thighs and you moaned when he entered your wet pussy again. He continued fucking you slowly and steadily, your eyes locked, his body flush against yours. Soon you forgot about your slip up, swept by the sensations and your love for Joel, but he didnât.
Looking deep into your eyes, with his hips rolling against you, he said,
âYou can call me that if you wanna.â
âNo, no, Iâ,â you hurried to reassure him, trembling with the way his cock was working you open. âI donât wanna do anything you donât like.â
Joel leaned in and softly kissed your lips. His breath tickled you when he mumbled,
âMaybe I liked it a lilâ too much.â
You pulled away so you could look into his eyes and found no trace of a joke there.
âOk.. daddy.â Overwhelming arousal washed over your whole body when you said it.
Joel swallowed hard and licked his lips.
âMy little girl⊠my love.â
âOh, daddy,â you doubled down, clenching hard around Joelâs fat cock. âYouâre making me feel so good.â
âUh-huh? Daddyâs taking good care of your tight sweet pussy?â
âOh yes. Iâm soâ so close,â you whimpered, arching your back, feeling the burn of a climax growing stronger.
Joel picked up the pace, pumping you full of his cock, growling and panting over you.
âGive it to me, câmon, baby. Come on my cock.â
You screamed as you unraveled under him, your toes curling, your pussy flooding Joelâs length with so much wetness you felt it dripping down to your asscheeks. Joel followed you soon, his grunt sounded like a roar as he began spilling his big load inside you.
Sex with Joel was always great but that night you both came so hard it made you speechless. By accident you found what you both were missing: you - a person who could be anyone for you when you had no one, Joel - someone who needed him more than life.
Despite the absence of your memories, your health improved a lot, and wishing to be useful, you asked Tommy for a job. Patrolling was out of the question, Joel told you adamantly, and you didnât object. Thatâs how you ended up working in Jacksonâs clothing store. Inevitably you met new people, got a couple of good friends and Joel was ok with it only if they werenât men.
As your connection was deepening, Joelâs jealous nature started coming to light. Even a conversation with a guy could land you in hot water. If Joel saw you with a man, heâd ask you what he talked to you about, why you needed to speak to him in the first place, and even if you offered him a logical explanation, heâd still be mad. Heâd give you a silent treatment for days on end, wouldnât kiss or fuck you, wouldnât even sleep next to you.
One night, punishing you for smiling at a customer, Joel asked you to stay in the guest bedroom. Soon it became your bedroom, a place heâd send you to if he was angry. It was unreasonable, hurtful, upsetting but a sick little part of you loved his possessiveness. It meant that he cared, that he wanted you only for himself, that you were his.
Yesterday you fucked up royally. It was Sunday and you went to the Tipsy Bison with your friends â girls only, of course. A group of young men approached your table, and not wanting to be weird and standoffish, you chatted with them. Joel was busy that evening, overseeing the construction of a few houses in town, and you thought what he didnât know wouldnât hurt him.
You were standing alone at the bar, waiting for your beer, when one of the men, Jonah, approached you.
âSo youâre that mysterious girl everyoneâs talking about?â He was a few years older than you, quite handsome and tall.
âIâm not mysterious,â you replied with a friendly smile before taking a bottle from the bartender. Jonahâs eyes slid over your body, hugged beautifully by a new dress youâd found at the shop, and his attention flattered you but at the same time your stomach churnedâ Joel would hate it if someone was looking at you like that.
âYou really donât remember anything?â The man stepped up a little closer as if waiting for you to tell him a secret. His gaze was curious but warm, besides it was a usual question â everyone in town wanted to know that.
âNo, I donât,â you shook your head and Jonah sighed,
âMust be lonely.â You saw pity in his eyes and pain shot through your heart. Being pitied was the last thing you wanted.
âIâm not lonely,â you said with defiance, holding your head high. âI have Joel.â
âYeah, right.â Jonahâs eyes darted to the crowd of people at the bar and you could bet you noticed fear in his expression. You smirked. It was wrong to say that people were afraid of Joel but they definitely kept their distance from him and you loved it. Only you could see his soft side.
âHeâs working,â you said, having taken pity on the man who was still trying to spot Joel among the crowd as if he was a big bad wolf. Jonah turned to you and his lips spread into a big smile.
âCan I ask?â He leaned forward and lowered his voice so only you could hear him. âHeâs so much older than you, arenât you like ⊠bored with him?â
Suddenly a desire to slap his face burned in your chest. You took a deep breath and then scoffed,
âNo, he keeps me very entertained. I barely have time to sleep.â With that you brought the bottle to your lips and took a sip, staring right into Jonahâs widened eyes.
After a few seconds of gawking at you, Jonah chuckled and mumbled,
âJoelâs a lucky guy.â
âIâm the lucky one,â you said dreamily, wishing Joel were there with you.
As Jonah and you were speaking, you couldnât help but start gushing over Joel, how brave, how useful for the community he was and your heart eyes were sparkling. Jonah surely got a clear message that you were ears deep in love with your man.
You were having a great time that night, laughing and drinking with your friends, and when Jonah offered to teach you how to play pool, you agreed. You had always lost to Joel and desperately wanted to win the next time you two played.
To your horror, the moment you bent down over the green cloth and Jonah leaned over your body, directing your hands, you saw Joel entering the bar. Your heart dropped into your stomach â you knew you were fucked.
You pushed the guy off you and rushed to Joel but he was already out of the door. You ran after him and as he was striding along the street you were hurriedly explaining to him that it was nothing, just a game of pool. You were begging for forgiveness, but he wouldnât spare you a glance and your heart was breaking with every second he was ignoring you.
Joel came home and without saying a word went upstairs to his bedroom. You followed him like a beat up dog, sad and pathetic. He sat on the bed and unbuckled his belt.
âOn your knees.â That was all he said. He didnât need to tell you anything else. You kneeled and crawled to the spot between his legs.
In the morning as soon as you open your eyes you run downstairs, planning to make Joel an apology breakfast, but on the table you find a note - âLeft for work.â
You sigh deeply. Your body wants to hug him, your soul needs his warmth. Your throat tightens, tears well up in your eyes, but you wipe them off, slightly reassured by the fact that he left you the note. Maybe he forgave you. Full of hope you start getting ready for your shift at the shop.
All day youâre thinking about Joel. Guilt is eating you alive and at lunch you grab a few sandwiches at the mess hall and run to Joelâs office but find it empty. Feeling lonely and sad you drag your feet back to the shop.
When the evening comes you rush home, hoping to finally see Joel. Itâs fine if heâs still mad at you, youâll be happy just to see him.
âJoel!â you call as soon as you step inside the house.
You hear heavy footsteps down the stairs and see Joel walking down. He is wearing his favorite green plaid shirt and your heart skips a beat at how handsome he looks. Heâs not smiling as he approaches you but his expression is warm.
âI missed you,â you admit, throwing your arms around his neck, and Joel hums approvingly.
âMe too, sweetheart. I have a surprise for you.â
âReally?â You part from him, searching for his eyes.
He nods with a little smile and butterflies dance in your belly. You canât believe your luck. Not only is Joel being so sweet with you, he also prepared something for you.
âWhat is it?â Your eyes glint with tears of happiness as you ask,
âNah-uh. Itâs a surprise, silly girl, I ainât tellinâ you.â
He pecks your nose and you giggle.
âGo put on that dress of yours I like. Iâll wait for ya.â
You squeal and run upstairs.
Soon youâre walking down the street with Joel by your side, his hand splayed on your lower back. When you walk up to the Bison your eyes widen and you stare at the man.
âJoel?â
âLetâs go in,â he smiles and leads you inside.
When you enter, a weird feeling overtakes you. Itâs almost dark, only a few overhead lights are switched on. The place is usually packed with people and buzzes with chatter even on a weekday but now an eerie silence fills the bar. With worry in your eyes you turn to Joel, whoâs locking the door.
âWhyâs no one here?â you ask.
âTonight itâs just for the two of us.â
You blink at him as your face lights up, your chest expands with joy, meanwhile Joel takes your hand and leads you to the bar.
âWhiskey?â He asks, walking behind the counter.
You shake your head and giggle,
âYou know I donât like it, daddy. Beerâs fine.â
Joel opens you a bottle and pours himself a glass of whiskey. You marvel at him, proud of your man for being such a respected member of the community that he can get this popular place just for the two of you.
After taking a sip, Joel motions for you to follow him and walks to the pool tables. Your smile drops when he stops at the table you played on last night, the horror you felt when Joel saw you right there, too close to another man, strikes you again.
âDaddyâŠ,â you mumble, your voice already trembling, but itâs like Joel doesnât notice your distress. He turns to you with a smile that doesnât reach his eyes and says,
âLetâs play.â
You shake your head no but it wasnât an offer. He grabs a cue stick off the wall and breaks the rack while youâre standing there clutching the beer bottle in your clammy hands.
Joel sinks a ball into a pocket and you cheer for him, at the same time feeling like you might be sick from the nerves.
After one miss, Joel hands you the cue stick but you shake your head.
âEhm⊠I donât really wanna play. Can I just watch you?â
Joel frowns.
âNo. Câmon. Iâll teach you. You wanted to learn, right?â
Thatâs what you claimed yesterday so you have no choice but to take the stick, put away your beer and step up to the table. Your heart is beating loudly in your chest while youâre choosing a ball to hit. Finally you take a stance and hold your breath, aiming carefully. Suddenly Joel steps behind you, so close you can feel his big bulge against your ass.
âDaddy,â you purr and wiggle your butt, flirting with him. âYouâre distracting me.â
âYeah?â Joel gruffs and you shiver when he puts his warm heavy hand on your lower back. âWas that fucker distracting you too last night?â
Your smile drops and you try to straighten up, ready to object, but Joel grabs the back of your neck and holds you bent down.
âStay,â he orders. âI asked you a question.â
âNo, he wasnât.. I mean⊠he wasnât this close, daddy,â with your cheek pressed to the cloth you mutter, your voice shaky.
âLiar!â Joel hisses and thrusts his hips against your ass, making you gasp as you slide forward. âHe was on top of you! In front of everybody. Mounting my woman.â
âDaddyyyy..â you whine, your eyes filling up with tears, your nails scratching the table under your palms. âIt wasnât like that. He was just teaching me âŠâ
âTeachinâ?!â he gruffs. âIâll show you teachinâ.â
With that he grabs the hem of your dress and pulls it up exposing your ass covered by your panties. He rips them off you and you whimper in fear, as his other hand grips the back of your neck tighter, not letting you move an inch. Youâre breathing heavily on the verge of crying, knowing well you have no chance to fight Joel off â heâs so much bigger and stronger than you, all you can do is surrender and take whatever punishment he sees fit.
Despite your soul being ready, your body is not.
Slap!
You cry out and jerk when Joelâs heavy hand lands on your naked ass, the sting taking you by surprise.
âSilly girl,â he growls through his teeth. âNeeds to be reminded who she belongs to.â
âDaddy, no..,â you start begging for mercy but Joel replies with another slap, making your ass juggle and burn.
âStay still and take your punishment.â His voice is strained when he says it.
Despite Joelâs command youâre fruitlessly thrashing in his grip as heâs spanking you again and again. Youâre whining and sobbing but he taught you to take everything like a good girl. Your ass is burning but you love the way your pussy clenches every time a slap stings your flesh.
The pain grows bigger and soon tears are running down your face onto the table, your nose itching from the wet streaks.
âStop⊠please,â you plead, your body shivering, your shaky legs too weak to hold you up.
Joel slaps your asscheek one more time and then his chest presses to your back, his breath tickles your ear as he hisses,
âHave ya learnt your lesson, babygirl?â
âYes, daddy,â you mutter, sniffing. âIt wonât happen again. I promise.â
âGood girl,â he gruffs and straightens up.
You expect Joel to let you go but his hand doesnât leave your neck. You mewl when his palm caresses your burning asscheek and his fingers graze your pussy lips from behind.
âHngggg⊠loved your punishment this much?â Joel rasps, breathing heavily, sensing the wetness on your heated folds. He pushes the tips of his digits between them and you bite your lower lip, feeling shame for your bodyâs reaction â your cunt was crying for cock while Joel was spanking you.
âOr maybe your pussy drips for any man when you bend down, huh?â Joelâs digits glide up and down your slit, his finger catching on your wet hole thatâs clenching for him, luring him inside, begging to be ruined.
âNo, no, daddy...only for you,â your voice is trembling with desire and desperation, as you assure him. Yet Joel continues taunting you,
âLast night⊠when he was hereâŠ,â Joelâs fingers leave your pussy and he grips your hips, his bulge pushing against your naked cunt. âYou liked it?â
âNo, Joel, noâ I want only you. Youâre the only one I need! I love you so so so muchâŠ,â you blubber desperately, trying to make him believe you. And you seem to succeed. Joel sighs behind you and a few seconds later, keeping his clothed cock pressed to your heat, he grabs your shoulder and lifts your front up and off the table. Holding you close, your back flush to his chest, he murmurs in your ear,
âHope you ainât lyinâ, little girl. For your own sake.â
âMânot,â you mumble, your head turned to the side. You wish heâd see honesty in your eyes, the love thatâs pouring out of them even after his harsh treatment.
Joel pushes his nose against your temple and breathes you in. You melt when his lips brush against your neck and he starts leaving kisses there, soft and gentle at first but soon they turn rough as he sucks your delicate skin into his hot mouth and parts from it with a pop.
âGonna make âem know youâre mine,â he growls against your neck like a feral animal. âMark you all over.â
He does it again and again and you whimper as he puts a hickey after a hickey on your neck, his arms wrapped around your torso with the strength of a python. You probably should object to him possessively painting your skin but your core is burning, your holeâs leaking, leaving a sticky mess between your thighs, while Joelâs mouth is latched onto your neck.
âOhh daddy,â you moan, tilting your head to the side to give him better access, your hand gripping the back of his neck to keep him close. Joel breathes out, âIâm here, baby. I got you,â and takes your dress off your body, almost ripping it. Then he spins you around and makes you lie down onto the table, your limbs weak, ass sore and burning.
âDamnâŠ,â he groans at the sight of your blooming pussy and takes a stand between your legs, his fingers digging into your thighs.
You moan when his clothed bulge meets your naked cunt and rub yourself against him searching for any pressure. Joel smirks.
âNeedy lil thing.â
Heâs towering over you in the dark bar, his eyes full of fire and lust, his handâs sliding over your front â from your neck down to your belly. Your back arches off the table and you whimper when he presses his big hot palm to your wet pussy and holds it there possessively.
âPlease⊠please,â you mumble, barely breathing, hoping heâd put down the fire that's been burning you up since last night. You need him so much it hurts.
âTell me what you need, little girlâ Joel gruffs, licking his lips.
Joel watches you for a few moments, probably relishing how desperate heâs making you, his eyes hungrily running over your heaving chest, your pebbled nipples, your puffy cunt.
Slowly he glides his hands over your thighs and then grabs and spreads them wider. You crave to be ruined by him so you place your feet on the pool table, offering yourself like a cheap whore.
âFuck..,â Joel mumbles, watching your pussy leak for him, his jaw slackened, his eyes obsidian. He almost moans when his middle and ring fingers delve into your hole, your slick flooding his digits as he begins finger-fucking you, his other hand splayed on your lower belly. Lewd sounds of your sopping cunt fill the bar and you moan loudly when Joel presses his calloused thumb to your clit and rubs it up and down with every thrust of his hand.
âHungry pussy⊠grippinâ me like this. Gonna suck in my whole fist one day,â Joel grunts, with a twinkle in his eyes but his blown out pupils tell you heâs not kidding.
âAhhhh yes, daddyâŠ,â you whine at the image your mind is drawing for youâ-Joelâs hand deep inside you, your hole stretched impossibly wide around his thick wrist. Losing your mind from the pleasure you twitch your hardened nipples, pull them roughly, moan and squirm on the table, letting Joel see how good heâs making you feel.
It doesnât take long for you to come, and you explode, screaming âDaddy!â in the empty bar, your walls fluttering around Joelâs fingers.
âThatâs my girl,â he praises you, not stopping, pumping his thick fingers in and out of your hole relentlessly, your cum drops spraying everywhere.
When the ecstasy turns into pain you push his hand away and Joel starts unbuckling his belt. Not waiting for you to catch your breath he frees his hard cock and pushes it inside you in one go.
âYeahhhh,â you moan at the insertion, his length spreading your walls, the fat tip kissing your cervix. Taking his cock hurts you a little as always, especially after youâve just come, but you welcome the pain like a gift.
âThank you, daddy,â you purr with your voice coated with lust and adoration. Thrusting in and out of you Joel pants,
âWhat for, babygirl?â He knows for sure but he needs to hear it. Moving back and forth over the table with each stroke of Joelâs hips you reply,
âFor giving me your cock.. for filling me so well..ahhhhh⊠for being in my life.â
Joel gives you a soft smile but then an animalistic growl falls from his lips and he picks up the pace, fucking you hard and fast, the snaps of his hips making his heavy balls slap against your sore ass.
âDaddyâ-daddyâdaddyâ!!â You chant, losing your mind on the brink of ecstasy, and when Joel starts spilling his warm cum inside you, you come again with him.
âYeahhhâŠ,â he groans, dropping his head back in pleasure as your tight pussy is milking his cock greedily, drinking every drop heâs giving you. Only when youâre full to the brim, Joel stills and pulls out. You hastily place your hand between your thighs, keeping him in, not letting his pearly jizz slide out onto the table and make a mess.
As youâre putting your dress on, your inner thighs wet with cum, your eyes flick to Joel again and again. Heâs already tucked his cock back into his jeans, now heâs sipping whiskey on a bar stool, breathing heavily, not looking at you.
You swallow hard â what if heâs still mad at you? He made you come twice but he didnât kiss you even once. Maybe his praise during sex was just a part of the dirty talk.
After fixing your hair and clothes, you come up to Joel and place your hand on his thigh. He looks at you, his expression impossible to read.
âIâm sorry, Joel. And I meant itâ thank you for being in my life.â
Joelâs face softens and he pulls you close for a hug. His palm runs down your back and when it reaches your ass cheek you hiss in pain.
âHurts?â Joel asks, quickly pulling his hand away. You nod but, appreciating the guilt in his voice, you add, âItâs gonna be ok soon. And.. it was hot.â You flash him a playful smile and Joel chuckles. The sound of his laughter fills your heart with joy and full of happiness, you say,
âBut you canât deny that you overreacted?â
When Joelâs smile falls and his brows furrow, you immediately realize that youâve screwed up again. Ire rumbles in his voice as he gruffs,
âOverreacted? Thatâs what you think?â
He gets up and you take a step back from him in fear.
âNo, I mean⊠you didnât have to⊠I was wrong I get it but.. but you canât stop me from interacting with all men.â
Slowly walking towards you Joel tilts his head and spits,
âCanât I?â
You chuckle nervously, backing away, and try to save the situation.
âI donât have any male friends and I donât want to. But I work and⊠well.. I have to talk to men sometimes.â
Joelâs obsidian eyes are piercing you, his jaw shifts until he hisses,
âMaybe you shouldnât work at all then.â
Now you canât help but scoff.
âWhat? Thatâs ridiculous. I canât sit at home all day. I wanna help the community.â
Joelâs nostrils flare as he gruffs,
âHow were you helpinâ the community last night? Pushinâ your ass out for another manâs cock?!â
Anger burns your belly and your throat tightens when you hear Joelâs harsh words. Youâve submitted to him a thousand times but your patience has its limits.
With your lips trembling, tears risking to spill, you cry out,
âItâs unfair, Joel! I didnât do anything bad and you keep talking to me like Iâm a town slut! Like you own me!â
Joel chuckles darkly and then bites back, âI do own you. I fuckinâ bought you!â
Silence follows his words. For a few seconds you two are staring at each other, Joelâs eyes full of fire, yoursâ glossy and widened.
âWhat?â
âYa heard me!â Joelâs chest is rising and falling rapidly as he grumbles, âThink I found you in the woods? Just stumbled upon you by a goddamn chance?!â
He takes a step closer to you, his nostrils flaring.
âI bought you off a group of raiders, saved you and brought you here! I hope youâll appreciate it in future cause right now youâre behavinâ like an ungrateful brat!â
His words are swirling in your mind so fast you canât catch them. âRaiders.â âBought you.â
Hyperventilating, you lean against the table behind you and shake your head in disbelief and shock. You set your gaze on your feet, scared to look up and find sincerity in Joelâs eyes. The idea that heâs telling the truth terrifies you.
âNo⊠I was lost and alone ⊠I got hurt. Thatâs what you told me.â
âI lied.â Joelâs words sting like a slap to your cheek, and as you face him you find only traces of anger in his expression. What you see mostly is pain and guilt.
âFuckâŠâ He rubs his face with his hands and turns away from you. For some time he says nothing and youâre staring at his back, needing him to speak yet at the same time dreading it.
Joel drags his feet to a nearby stool and sits on it. His voice is low when he talks as if heâs afraid that someone might hear.
âBeen doinâ business with them for a short time. Tradinâ food for whatever they had â medicine, guns⊠then bringinâ it all to Jackson. They were the scum of the earth. Maria would never let them behind the town walls and they knew it.â
He groans as if it pains him to continue but he still does.
âOne day I saw you in their camp. You lookedâŠâ Joel pauses, his jaw clenches, his fists are twitching.
âHell knows what theyâve been doinâ to you there butâŠ. I can imagine⊠fuckinâ bastards.â
Youâre listening to him so intently you donât realize that tears are streaming down your face.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â you croak. âWhy donât I remember⊠that?â
Joel doesnât reply and you sense heâs hiding the answer from you.
âJoel⊠tell meâŠplease.â
Pain twists his face when he sees your tears, your trembling lips. He averts his eyes and mutters,
âI offered them ammo and food in exchange for you. They agreed.. probably were gettinâ desperate with the winter cominâ. I was about to take you with me but when they freed you⊠you ran.â
You hug your middle, trying to calm your shaking body, your heart pounding loudly in your ears.
âI couldnât let you run away. You were too weak. Wouldnât survive the first encounter with the infected.â
Looking you straight in the eye, he confesses,
âI caught you but you started fightinâ me. Couldnât blame you⊠considerinâ the life youâd been livinâ.â
You swallow your tears, your chest tightens more and more the closer you step under the shadow of your past.
âYou scratched me. I pushed you offâŠon instinct.. you fell ⊠hit your head on a rock.â
Joel chokes on his words, his eyes full of tears.
âI didnât mean to, I swearâŠâ
The truth hangs in the air like heavy smoke, it stings your tearful eyes, fills your chest. Joel wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and croaks,
âYou know what happened next. You were bleedinâ so I carried you to Jackson. When Doc said that you lost your memory I thought maybeâ maybe it was for the best. You didnât have to carry all that horror with you. You could start a new life here.â
Not being able to stand on your feet anymore you slump on the floor, press your knees to your chest and bury your face in your hands. You donât want to see Joel at the moment, your heart feels ripped apart â the most important person in the world has been lying to you.
A miserable sob falls from your lips but you hate to show your pain to Joel right now so you clumsily stand up and walk past him to the exit.
âWhereâya goinâ?â Joel asks, getting up. Heavy footsteps follow you when you walk out into the street, big tears rolling down your cheeks, your hands shaking.
You walk to the only place you can â home, Joelâs house. Your legs are trembling, carrying you there, and youâre walking with your head downcast, hiding your pained and tear-stricken face, the night helping you to conceal your misery. You know that Joelâs following you but donât look back.
At home you immediately run upstairs to your room. You close the door and fall into your bed, finally able to cry in earnest. Everything youâve known in the world was a lie, written by a deceiving hand of a man you would give your life to. What else has he lied about? His love for you? Was it even real? Or was it his possessiveness, his ownership of you, that pulled him to you like a magnet?
âI bought you!â Joelâs words are ringing in your head over and over as youâre soaking your pillow with bitter tears. You hear Joel downstairs and even hating him youâre grateful that he didnât follow you to your bedroom.
An hour later your throat hurts from weeping, your face is puffy, your eyes barely see anything behind your tears and you close them, still sobbing while your mind is torturing you with the images from your dreams. Every vision stabs your heart with a sharp knife. You canât be sure if all of that happened, dreams can be dreams, only that, but your intuition and the ache in your body tell you they were your reality, the world you lived in.
You cry and cry but the exhaustion of the day takes its toll and you drift off.
DaddyâŠ
His lips are soft, his hands are rough and calloused. They keep your legs open, pressing onto your inner thighs, as his warm wet tongue is licking your pussy.
Your hands fly to his head and you clasp his locks, pulling him closer to your heat.
BabyâŠ
Up fly your hips, making his tongue dive deeper, and it pushes into your sopping hole and starts fucking you, your juices flowing into his mouth, his nose rubbing your clit.
AhhhâŠ
A hot wave rises fast in your core and you explode, whimpering and arching your back off the sweat covered sheets. Ecstasy is lighting up every cell of yours as your eyes flutter open and you stare at rays of the early morning sun thatâs painting the ceiling amber.
Joel groans against your pulsating cunt and you look down to watch him prolong your orgasm, his lips gliding over your puffy folds and clit, his eyes closed in pleasure, his moustache and beard wet with your slick.
Heâs gorgeous.
Heâs perfect.
Heâs a liar.
âNoâŠâ Your sleepy voice objects, your weak hands push Joelâs head off you, when a flood of memories from last night bursts into your mind. You feel tears welling up in your eyes, your belly burns with anger, pain squeezes your chest. Joel looks up, frowning, but as soon as you start squirming away from him, he quickly climbs over your body and pins you to the mattress with his weight.
âShhhh,â he shushes you before your scream rings in your quiet bedroom,
âGet off me!â
You start hitting his broad back and sides but he grabs your hands and pushes your wrists into the pillow over your head.
âStop it, girl!â He groans, hovering over your face, his glare stating clearly that you need to listen to him.
Youâre thrashing under him for some time, your tears flying in all directions, curses leaving your twisted lips when you remember what he did to you, what he lied about.
When strength leaves your body you lie still, crying quietly, your eyes shut.
Joelâs voice is the warmest itâs ever been.
âLook at me, my love.â
You shake your head in defiance, still keeping your eyelids closed.
âPlease, baby, look at me. PleaseâŠâ
Thereâs so much surrender in his tone it doesnât sound like him at all and surprised you stare up at him. His pupils are still blown out, but his gaze is warm and remorseful, eyes reddened with a lack of sleep.
âIâm sorryâ, he mumbles, âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry.â
After each âsorryâ he kisses your wet cheeks, chin, forehead and you keep squirming under him, crying.
âNo⊠I â I hate you⊠stop,â you sob, disgusted that your body yearns for his caress, hating how your heart is fluttering in your chest every time he presses his lips to your skin, his breath warming up your cold cheeks. When he looks at you his eyes are full of tears.
âIâm sorry for throwinâ the truth at you like that. I didnât want to hurt you with it. I wanted you to understand..â
âUnderstand what?â Youâd shout if your voice werenât so fucked up from crying all night so all you can do is rasp, glaring up at the man. âUnderstand that Iâm your possession? Understand that Iâm nothing without you? That I owe you my life?â
He shakes his head and a single tear rolls down his cheek and falls on your lower lip. You mindlessly lick it off.
âI know I owe you everythingâ. Your tone is full of surrender as you say, âYou did save me. But you lied to me. I lost all my memories because of you.â
âIt was an accident!â Joel exclaims desperately, his palms squeezing your wrists. âIâd never⊠I hate myself for it.â
You choke on another sob, a myriad of emotions swirling in your chest, squeezing your heart. You canât help but feel sorry for the man you love deeply and when Joel lets go of your hands and drops his head on your chest, you donât push him away. You feel him sob silently, his guilt wetting your skin, and his despair suddenly dries your own tears.
Yes, he lied, you think, but he wanted to protect you from the pain. Everyoneâs past is haunted these days and youâve been living carefree until yesterday, not knowing how dark yours was. Wouldnât you wish you were clueless again? Wouldnât it be wonderful to think that the visions of cruel hands, spreading your legs and taking you by force, were just a fantasy, a nightmare that fades in the air with the first rays of the morning sun. Yet now you know itâs not just that and chills run down your spine, making you shiver. You wrap your arms around Joelâs back, seeking comfort in the only place you knowâ his embrace. He gives it to you immediatelyâ his arms slide under your back and he holds you tightly. Then he lifts his head and his puffy eyes find yours.
âIâm sorry, sweetheart.â
You canât forgive him yet but your expression softens and when he leans down, searching for your lips, you kiss him. Your mouth parts welcoming his tongue, you tilt your head to deepen the kiss and moan, melting under his big body.
Suddenly Joel parts from your lips and presses his forehead to yours.
âI killed âem. Killed âem all, my love,â he gruffs, his breath hot on your lips.
âWho?â You ask but in your gut you already know the answer.
âThose raiders⊠who had you.â
He plants his forearms on the bed by your shoulders to lift himself up and says, his eyes fiery,
âAbout a week after I brought you to Jackson, Tommy and I sneaked out at night... tracked them down.â
Youâre staring up at him, your eyes widened, taking in every word hungrily.
âTommy knows? About me?â
Joel swallows hard, probably scared of your reaction, and gives you a curt nod.
âI had to tell him. Needed back up in case it went sideways.â
You feel anger rise again in your belly at the realization that Tommy has been lying to you, too, hiding the truth, but you suppress it, your whole being needs Joel to keep talking.
âHow dâyou do it?â
Joel cups your cheek gently before speaking,
âGot into the leaderâs tent.. cut his throat while he was sleepinâ. The others were outside.â
âNo one woke up?â Your voice is shaky as you ask Joel.
âSome did. I dealt with them. And those who tried to run⊠Tommy took âem out with a sniper rifle.â
Your body is trembling as you listen to him, butterflies swirling in your belly. To your surprise or horror you realize that you love hearing all that. It not only brings you joy, his confession turns you on.
âYou couldâve just shot them all. During the day.â
âYeah, I guess.â Joel presses a kiss to your forehead before saying, âbut I wanted to watch them bleed to death.â
Your breath hitches and you buck your hips, pressing your naked pussy to Joel's clothed bulge. When you feel him big and hard your lips part and you moan,
âWish I couldâve seen it.â
Joelâs dark eyes dart between yours as understanding flashes across his face. A corner of his lips curves up and his hand slithers down between your bodies.
âWish to see what daddy did for you?â
A shiver runs through your body when you hear his words and you nod eagerly, parting your legs wider to accommodate his hips.
Joel chuckles darkly, his face hovering inches from yours, his body big and strong pushing you into the bed, and you moan when his hot cockhead delves between your folds and rubs your clit up and down.
âOh daddy,â you whimper softly, your pussy clenching around nothing, your slick sliding out of your needy hole.
Joel leans down and grunts into your ear, as his tip nudges at your wet entrance,
âYouâd wanna see me cut the fuckersâ throats?â
Saying the last word he pushes his cock inside you, parting your walls with his stiffness and your lips form an O when you take all his inches in one go.
âYesâyesâyes,â you breathe out, going cross eyed with the way he fills you up. Joel begins fucking you hard, growling and panting, his lips brushing your temple,
âI killed âem all. Every jerk whoâd hurt you. Wouldâve done it a thousand times over... again.. and again.. and again.â
With every word he pushes his cock deeper inside you, his fat head rubbing against your soft spot as he almost pulls out, only to pierce you with it again.
You drool with how amazing you feel, your eyes roll back to the back of your head as youâre rising higher to your peak.
âThank you, daddy,â you moan. âThank you for sending them to hell. For me.â
Joelâs hips slow down and he glides his thumb over your lower lip.
âOf course, sweetheart.â His voice wavers, heâs visibly touched by your words of gratitude.
He kisses you gently and then murmurs against your lips.
âI love you more than life.â
âI love you, daddy.â
A soft moan falls from his wet lips and he keeps fucking into your pussy but now his movements are slow and steady, his thrusts gentle.
âCome on my cock, sweetheart. Itâll make daddy so happy.â You whimper as heâs kissing a path down your neck and then latches onto your breast. Heâs swirling his tongue around your pebbled nipple, nibbling on it while he languidly rolls his hips, feeding you his cock again and again.
You unravel with his name on your lips, your pussy fluttering around his fat girth and soon he grunts and starts painting your walls with his warm cum. The symphony of your moans fills the room and your heart sings when you hear how amazing you make Joel feel. This big gruff man whose hands ended lives is whimpering because of you, pressing his body to yours like youâre the most precious thing in this world. You hug him tightly and you two are slowly coming down from your highs together, his cock still spilling cum into your core, your walls gripping him from time to time.
Then Joel rolls over and immediately scoops you into his embrace. You nuzzle his neck, breathing in his musky scent, your eyes closed, your body heavy with a pleasant tiredness.
âYou hate me?â he rasps after a few minutes of silence. You donât need to look up at him to know that his eyes are filled with tears.
âI love you.â Your voice is quiet but unwavering as you reply.
The truth about your past doesnât easily settle in your heart. Your nightmares still come, always the same ones, always about them. In your mind you understand that those are ghosts and nothing else. Theyâre dead and gone, rotting in the cold ground, while youâre here, alive and well, thanks to Joel. When those ghosts come to haunt you at night, you wake up and cuddle up to the man who saved you, the man who takes care of you, the man who loves you.
Joel still guards you from every man in Jackson but now you know why â his protective nature demands him to act this way. He probably sees your abusers in all the guys who approach you, talk to you, lay their eyes on you.
Soon you see them, too. Fear twists your heart when a man steps into your shop, when his eyes linger on your chest or your lips a little too long. The attention that used to flatter you now feels like a punch in the gut. Your pulse quickens, your heart pounds in your chest, and panic subsides only when the person leaves.
Not being able to do your job properly you quit. You lie to Maria that your headaches are back and you need more rest. Joel confirms your deceitful words, satisfied that youâre going to be home more often. So you spend your time cooking, reading and waiting for him to return from work.
Tonight youâre both reading on the sofa in the living room, your feet on Joelâs lap, his hand resting over them, keeping you warm. Itâs quiet except for the wood crackling in the fireplace. When you read the same sentence for the fifth time, you realize that thereâs another thought swirling at the back of your mind. You close the book and sit up.
âJoel,â you call softly. âCan I ask you something?â
The man glances up at you from behind his reading glasses and when he sees your worried face he takes them off and puts the book aside.
âOf course, sweetheart.â
You drop your head and fumble with the hem of your nightie, all of a sudden too nervous to speak on the topic of your past. You rarely discuss it with Joel, your previous life and what he did still feel like an open wound.
Noticing your hesitance Joel scoops you up and puts you onto his lap. With your hands on his broad chest, his warmth comforting you, you finally speak,
âWhen you met me.. there.. what did they call me?â
Joel takes a deep breath and his brows furrow. He glides his palms up and down your arms and nods,
âYes, I asked them about your name.â
Your breathing quickens as you lean forward.
âWhat was it?â
Joel cups your cheek, gives you a warm smile, and pronounces your name, the name you both chose at the hospital.
âWhat?â You frown in confusion. âBut⊠we picked it together. You brought the name book to my room, remember?â
âYeah,â Joel nods. âAnd I said it would suit you perfectly.â
Youâre gawking at the man as he says,
âYour name was the only thing I learnt about you. I wanted you to have it.â
His gaze is so loving you feel close to bursting into tears so you push your face against Joelâs neck and take full lungs of his scent, trying to calm a tsunami of emotions in your chest. Joel hugs you tightly and sighs,
âI shoulda learned more about you.. interrogated them, asked about your past. But I was so damn angry⊠wanted them dead and gone. For what theyâd done to you.â
âNo, no,â you mumble, clinging to his big torso. âI donât need it.â You sit up on his lap and say, âI canât miss something I donât remember, right?â
Joel looks at you pensively and then nods,
âYeah, I reckon.â
You rest your head on his shoulder and sit quietly for a few minutes. Heâs rocking you gently on his lap and you feel so peaceful and warm you can purr.
On the brink of reality and sleep you feel Joelâs hand slide under your nightie and between your legs.
âDaddyâŠ,â you whimper softly, spreading your thighs wider for him.
âYes, baby. Let me make you feel good.â
You nod weakly and close your eyes, trusting Joel to give you the most amazing pleasure, to take care of you only he knows how.
A moan falls from your parted lips when Joel pushes his thumb between your folds and slides it down to your clenching hole. He gathers some wetness and then covers your clit with it. You bite your lips as he starts slowly rubbing it, torturing you with the languid pace. Turned on and needy you grind your hips back and forth, seeking more stimulation, and Joel cooes,
âUh-huh? Dâya wanna come, babygirl?â
With your eyes still shut you beg, your lips brushing Joelâs neck,
âYes, daddy, please.â
Joel hums and his hand leaves your pussy. You whine pathetically and your eyes snap open only to see Joel sucking on his thumb, his eyelids fluttering close in pleasure. He hums around his finger, tasting your desire, and then carefully pulls it out of his mouth and returns the drenched digit to your pussy.
âGonna soak your lilâ clit. Make it nice ân wetâ
He grunts and presses his saliva-covered finger to your hardened bud, making you moan loudly and arch your back. You feel lightheaded as he starts rhythmically pleasuring you, bringing you closer to your peak. You dart your tongue out and lick Joelâs neck, his skin hot and salty, until he turns his head and catches your eager lips with his. Heâs swallowing your moans and whimpers while his thumb is drawing infinities over your clit. Soon it starts twitching under his thumb and Joel growls into your mouth as you come undone in his arms, your pussy crying onto his lap.
âMy good girl,â he whispers into your ear, his thumb gently gliding between your folds, prolonging your shuttering orgasm yet being careful not to overstimulate you.
When your bliss dissipates, your body goes limp on his lap and youâre panting against Joelâs neck, exhausted and satisfied. You hear smacking sounds and flutter your eyes open to see Joel lick your slick off his fingers.
âCan never get enough of you, baby. Daddyâs gonna lick it all off later.â
âYes, please,â you murmur before your eyelids close and you fall asleep.
As Joelâs carrying you upstairs youâre dreaming of him walking through the woods with your unconscious body in his strong arms. It looks like youâre sleeping peacefully but soon your pulse skyrockets as you see a black smoke following you two. The darkness is licking at Joelâs feet, wishing to drown you in its poisonous cloud and you try to scream and warn him about it but your voice wonât work. Joelâs walking confidently, his steps sure and determined, and you hope or rather know that heâs going to get you to safety. You can trust him to do it. Jacksonâs walls soon appear in front of Joel and the huge wooden gates open, welcoming him and you. Your man carries you past them and as they close behind you two, the black smoke crashes against the thick walls and clears up. Your heartbeat slows down and a little smile curves your lips. Youâre safe.
You never share the truth of your past with anyone else. You donât want to be pitied but most of all youâd hate if people blamed Joel for your amnesia. He broke you, took your past from you, but he was also the one to build you back up, he gave you his love, support, he gifted you a home, a chance for a fresh start. Joel became your best friend, your lover, your family. Heâs not perfect, heâs not a saint, but who is?
Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed the fic! Iâd love to know what you think, lovesđ
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Breeding, Size-kink, Dom Reader, Sub to Dom Nanami, Predator Prey, Orgasm Denial, Stomach bulge, dumbification, Mask-Kink, Baby trapping, Yandere tendencies.
đSummary
You've been working this odd job for the Nanami family for about a year now, Taking care of their son Kento Nanami, a porcelain doll. Maybe this was their way of coping with what you assume to be the lose of their son. That was until you learned the truth
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Author's Notes: Hey so.. This isn't beta read at all, I didn't have time to find a beta reader, so hope y'all enjoy. I will be deleting my other Brahms!Nanami fic because it was too short and rushed, at the time I was in the grippy sock museum for being silly and goofy and didn't have enough time to write. This is the full and revamped version so again, I hope y'all enjoy! đŽđŁïž
The man with a porcelain mask that you had been taking care of for almost three years had become your worst nightmare. At first you were put off by the odd job you took up⊠taking care of a porcelain doll was not on your bingo card at all, But since you were working for the ever so wealthy Nanami family, who were you to complain? Here you thought you were taking care of a porcelain doll to help two grieving parents, maybe they had lost their son Kento and this is their way of coping? But you couldn't be more wrong. One minute the parents were there with you the next minute they were gone for days, weeks, months, then a year with no way of contacting them.
The walls creaked and rattle the day you tried to leave the Nanami household for good. It all started with your toxic ex boyfriend Satoru, Somehow he managed to find out where and who you were working for. He just didn't know how to leave well enough, lowkey you took the job to get away from him, always stalking and harassing you, Satoru was a serial cheater, but he could never let you go, he could never admit he was a piece of shit.
There he was lying dead in a pool of his own blood, After a large man with a porcelain mask⊠the real Kento Nanami, came bursting through a mirror that was built into the wall of the living room. Funny it's called the living room yet Satoru ain't doing too much living now is he? I mean who gave him the right to break the doll you had been taking care of for a year. A doll that you had strangely grown attached to. An Iron fire pit poker rod right through his throat, staring at his lifeless body, fight or flight, completely betraying you. The blood in your veins runs cold all throughout your body, wanting to run so bad. But When Kento slowly and eerily turns his attention towards you it's almost as if your legs moved before ever thinking about it.
Without hesitation Kento chased after you, he needed you, craved you. I mean his parents did tell him that you were his forever, before killing themselves of course.
This house was quite old, huge even. Desperately making your way to the front, legs burning, you looked back once, not seeing him. The second your eyes looked forward there he was in the flesh guarding the front door. Coming to a damn near screeching halt, unable to keep the balance on the heels of your feet, you ended up tumbling backwards onto your ass.
Like a predator hunting their prey, tired, weak. Kento dropped the iron rod he used to impale Satoru with. Of course he didn't want to hurt you, maybe scare you a little, tire you out, but he just didn't want you to leave him all alone. No no no he couldn't have that.
You literally have no ideas how much you really mean to him.
Finally getting back up to run, you felt a pulling, stinging sensation coming from your scalp. Kento had grabbed a handful of your braids before you could run off.
This man was quick with it. Dragging you back to the living room, damn near tripping over Satoru, he pulled you through the gaping hole in the mirror. Stumbling over your feet and pipes, you couldn't believe it, he was living in the walls this whole time.
Making it to his very cluttered dimly lit room, Kento roughly threw the makeshift doll he had of you off his bed, not needing it anymore now that he has the real thing.
Kento threw you onto the bed next, terrified of what you had been experiencing, you gravitated to the corner of his bed against the wall, hugging your knees to chest desperately as you watched him carefully.
Turning your attention to the makeshift doll he made of you, a body pillow, your bodycon dress, and a missing braided lace front. Where'd he get that from? What are those stains all over your dress? So far, you didn't want to know what kind of sick shit he was doing to it, what you were really scared of was what he'd do to you.
After hearing a shuffling sound off to the left, your eyes were met with Kento charging at you, a scream fell from your lips.
Bringing you back to the present, what were you doing? Oh that's right, Leaving. After three long years you were trying to leave the Nanami household. It was nice taking care of Kento- more like it was hell taking care of him.
The dick was amazing to say the least, but recently.. Something made you come to your senses. You were being held captive, and although he was a very gorgeous man, you were pretty sure that your friends and family were looking all over for you.
You snapped back at him immediately after stopping at the door, turning around to look at him.
Both of you quietly stared at one another for a minute or two before Kento took a few steps further. Your chest just barely touched his as he stared down at you, Kentoâs breath against your forehead, but your irritation was unwavering to his intimidation tactic especially once you placed a hand on your hip. He just knew right then and there it wasn't long before you actually up and moved out leaving him to his lonesome so Kento did the next best thing... Beg.
âI'll be good, I will.â He whined. Rarely does he ever speak, if not ever. But hearing him beg for you like this went straight from your coochie, to those monkey neurons in that brain of yours.
This big, grown man dropped to his knees, not a word was spoken, just eye contact, the way his chest heaving up and down, gulping for air while he glides finger tips slowly, half way up your leg. His head tilts, eyes searching for any ounce of love, need, compassion in yours.
If only you could see under that mask, Oh he probably looks so hot and pathetic. Kento had never submitted to you like this, he really doesn't want you to leave.
But your parents miss you.
Your friends might be worried.
But damn does he pull at those heartstrings, knees were practicing jello the more you stared at those hazel orbs of his.
âKento!â His head tilts attentively.
âIt's time for bed, now Kento.â Sometimes you forget how huge the man is. The way he rose to his feet towering over you, how come he went from this pathetic needy man, to something so intimidating?
Guiding him back to your shared bedroom, tucking him into bed first before getting in yourself, he stopped you, grabbing your waist. His chest heaving with anxiety, the thought of you leaving was still fresh on his mind.
âKento?â
âDon't leave me, y/n. I promise, I promise I'll be good.â He begged again, in that high whiny voice of his.
Straight to your coochie. Immediately.
Kento pulled you back to his side, staring at you intensely. Before you knew it he had pulled you on top to get more than just a kiss Goodnight from you.
âKento..â
âNo!â What a brat he was. But that's fine.
His throat in your hands, your plump lips kissed his cold porcelain ones. But you needed more from him, you wanted to feel his actual lips against yours. âYou'll take it off for me, won't you Kento?â he was reluctant at first but after a bit of teasing from you, licking his mask, leaving hickies on his neck, grinding your damp, clothed, pussy against his hardened cock. He finally took the mask off, carefully placing it on the night stand.
God, he was beautiful. Finally a face to match the many voices he makes. But goddamn was he fine.
Yeah, your parents can wait, they'll be fine. This was obviously more important.
No way could there be a man this fine back at home, no one could possibly compare or compete, especially with his dick? God no.
Your friends? They can wait too. Shoko and UtaHime will be fine. They wouldn't know what good dick like this felt like anyways.
âOh, Kento.. You were hiding this handsome mug from me?â Caressing his face with your thumb, jawline to lips. That angry cock of his was pressing hard against your heat, practically screaming, aching to be released from the confinements of his boxers. After what seemed like minutes of undeniable tension, the both of you crashed your lips into one another in a passionate, breathtaking kiss. biting his bottom lip, Kento whined at you, breaking the kiss when he chased your lips. That was when you grabbed his jaw, squeezing his mouth open to spit in it.
He was your good boyâ you whatever you wanted with him, right? You could feel how much Kento needed you from how rough he was dry humping. His big strong hands gripped your panties, as if he was trying his best not to rip them clean off. âMore⊠More..â he wrapped the waist bands of your panties tight around his hand before digging his nails into the meat of your ass. Those sweet whines of his, turned into deep grunts moving you up and down along his cock for more friction. God was he hot when he was like this, so needy to be inside you.
Running your fingers through those blonde, messy strands of hisâ grabbing a handful. The other hand gripping his jaw again. âWant more, Kento?â He frantically nods, opening his mouth with a grunt for more of your saliva. âDon't cum yet, you hear me Kento? You're not allowed to.â with that you got on your knees, but suddenly he yanked you right back down onto his clothed cock. Your breath hitched, was he disobeying you? His eyes didn't have that pathetic puppy look, no he looked at you as if you were his prey, or like when a dog gives you whale eyes. A warning if you will.
Did denying him set him off? Thinking to yourself. But those thoughts were cut short after hearing the ripping and tearing of your panties. He ripped them clear off your ass, with a firm grip on you he flipped you over onto your back. His breath heavy again while he hovered over you. Usually it's been you on top, but this time was so different.. Kento stared at you for only a few minutes. The look he was giving you said enough, don't move.
He sat up shoving his boxers down, cock slapping against his stomach. There were beads of precum leaking from his almost red tip. He grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed your knees against your chest. But you continued to obsessively eye his cock. You just knew he was going to do you in for tonight. It was so pretty, and veiny, with a curve almost like a hook. Damn near thick like a can of coke, Satoru for sure couldn't compete with his length and girth.
You watched his cock jump and twitch, while he was poking and prodding at your pussy, licking the juices off his fingers only to go back for more. After getting a taste of you, your eyes followed his hand to his dick, Kento stared at your entrance, gripping himself before slapping it on against your clit,then rubbing his head against your dripping entrance.
He gazed back up at you with a tilt of his head almost as if he were asking for permission. But before your lips could part to say anything he shoved himself in you, bottoming you out almost immediately an inch or two was left, and he was already kissing your cervix. Your pussy fluttered and clamped down around him. Body stiff from the sudden friction, you tried to catch your breath before he set off on his brutal pace.
Your moans were caught in your throat, Kento had never been so rough with you before, he was almost always gentle. His hips smacked hard against you. You clawed at the bed sheet underneath the both of you, letting out a choked out moan, jaw slacked, watching his dick piston into you, visibly seeing the bulge of his cock hit your womb, hell you could feel it in your stomach.
Maybe denying him wasn't such a bad idea after all? You could get used to him treating you like fleshlight.
âK-Kenââ was all you could muster before he put you in a mating press, putting his full weight into each thrust, those last two inches nestled in you, not to mention his pubic hair was tickling your clit as well. Overstimulation at its best, soon enough your eyes crossed, drool leaked from the side of your mouth as he bullied your sweet spot. He knew exactly where to hit you and not once did he miss. Your brain started to feel like static, your moans became nonsensical & jumbled up words. Tears rolled down the side of your head, sobbing from his heavy hitting thrusts.
God you were a babbling mess to his ears, it only fueled him to breed you more. Breed you? Swollen with his kids? That was the only thing on his mindâ if he got you pregnant there would be no way you'd leave him.
Your back arched off the bed, a scream erupted from you as he abused your insides with this all new vigor. Cock digging as deep as he could possibly go, he needed to make sure his seed took.
Kento's became rather sloppy with the same roughness as before, you felt your flood gates open, bursting all over the both of you while he chased his own release. Slamming his cock into you a few more times with a long exaggerated animalistic grunt, your womb was flooded with thick, creamy, warm ropes of cum.
Both your bodies trembled and convulsed before relaxing. Kento on the other hand collapsed on top of you showing no signs of ever getting up any time soon. With your brain and body already feeling like mush, you saw no point in trying to get him off of you, let alone demanding him. Besides you were too stupid to even say anything at all especially with his cock still on your mind and inside you. Meanwhile that dominating man from just a few seconds ago was long gone and all that was left was this needy, hungry man, lapping and suckling on your breasts.
Yeah, youâre stuck with him.
You don't know it yet, but you are. Just give a month or two you'll find out.
Rules: make a poll listing the titles of every wip you want to work on (itâs fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count) and whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence/draw for 1 hour for every vote it received; and then tag some people!
Iâll do my abandoned wipsâŠ
Roommates AU (reader x gojo, geto, nanami)
Zombie apocalypse AU (ex! Gojo x reader)
Shipwrecked (Gojo x reader, yâall are stranded alone together on an island)
omg this is such a fun game! ty for tags @cupidstrace and also @yenayaps!!
lol i think i have more wips than list slots though but ill put which ones i have the most done on.
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invisible man! gojo (preview out now!)
hannibal! nanami
exorcist! toji x pazuzu reader
freddy krueger! sukuna
the nursery p4 (toji x reader)
elevator fic (toji x reader x sukuna)(lol i wrote 11k already)
bunny hybrid fic (reader x jjk men)
plug! reader x jjk men (lol this also has like 8.5k written already)
incubus! geto
his cinderella p2 (enjin x reader)
nnn! higuruma (this is 70% done lol)
nerd geto p2 (this is 50% done)
Voting ended onNov 2, 2025
the way i have so many more to put that i cant LOL!
ahh imma try to tag ppl who havent been tagged yet sorry if theres repeats!
no pressure tags: @honeybunnnnie @tonycries @yung-notorious @ryomens-vixen @screampied
Iâve never actually opened any of these wips but Iâm loooowkeeeey excited to see what the people want and Iâm pretty sure most of these are like kinktober wips I never touched
W I P s đ
Bimbo reader x Jigsaw!Toji
LADs Pâïžâs fav positions HCs
Honey Milk & Rotten Teeth (blk mama!reader x satoru gojo) series
Secret oasis- pussydrunk! One piece men HCs
Art teacher!Nanami x Art Student!Reader
Rehab- Ex husband!toji x fem reader
Soft as Velvet, Dumb as Rocks- benn beckmen x bratty reader
Ghost Rider!Dabi x adrenaline junkie! Reader
The Favorite: âQuit You, Cold Turkeyâ
Voting ended onNov 10, 2025
That gojo series was posted and deleted at some point cause nobody wanted it fr đ but anywayssss
Victims Statement: 21+ MDNI drunk reader, smoking, stepcest, Tsundere/Yandere!Choso x Bimbo reader, gore, orgasm denial, hands free orgasm, teasing, mask kink, creampies, rough sex, backshots, fucks you in a room with a corpse, knife play, edging, overstimulation, masturbation, voyeurism
Body count: 2.9k
Confession: might be two day late but itâs finally doooneee! Iâve never thought Iâd be so whorendously down bad for stepbro!Choso but I love it over heeeerre; not gonna lie yall, I didnât get a beta for this part cause one everyone was busy with life, two I was working, currently getting an ear infection, and I started my periodâ but aye at least Iâve only gotten more ideas that you see eventually but for now they shall live in the DMs of my friends
Preview | Part 1 | â„Part 2 | Part 3
Finally, itâs Halloween night and the party youâve been dying to go to is here. You wanted to do matching outfit with Choso, but his exact words were âIâm not going some fuckinâ party with you. Now fuck off Iâm on the phone.â sooo you and your friends decided to go as the care bears, but obviously sexy as hell cause who wants to wear a full blow custom getting sweaty and drunk? Not you or the baddest bitches around you.Â
You chose to go as Share Bear since youâll share everything.... including your brother, but thatâs neither here nor there. After getting ready you go to say bye to Choso but heâs nowhere to be found which sucks cause you now have to pre-game by yourself and uber to the party, but he probably went out trick or treating with his friends at least thatâs what you think. Â
Night falls and the party is already in full swing, when you get out the car, you already see Rainbow heart bear causing your friend Jordy shakin her ass on top of cars and all you can do giggle cause you know sheâs going to end up fighting somebody in the street. When you do head inside your nose is bombarded by the faint smell of weed, different mixes of perfume and cologne. As you make a b-line for the kitchen to get the party started for real you do a double take seeing Sukuna and Nanami here... Well, if theyâre here... did they finish treat or tricking early, maybe? The closer you get you can finally see a small funshine bear sandwich between the two overly large men, and your friend, Gabriella, couldnât look happier with them getting into a pissing match over her. âLike I had said previously, she doesn't need a neanderthal with tattoos to show her what true pleasure is.â Nanami says as he grips her poor waist while Sukuna pulls her closer by her throat, âTchâ Funny thing is Kento, she wasnât complaining about it when she was screaming my name last night?â Too oblivious to actually read the room you come over tugging on Sukunaâs belt loop, only to be met with both men staring at you like you walked in the middle of their active shootout. Nanamiâs jaw tightens with his patience hanging by a thread, meanwhile Sukunaâs eyebrow twitches with pure irritation, and his smirk disappeared the millisecond his eyes landed on you.Â
 You blink between them, lips parted in confusion, completely unaware that youâve just interrupted a silent pissing match with a single innocent tug. âUm⊠did I do something?â you ask, tilting your head like a puppy who just chewed the wrong pair of shoes. Nanami exhales slowly through his nose, âWhat do you need y/n.â Sukuna snorts as Nanamiâs irritation is riddled in his voice speaking to you. The air is thick with their annoyance, and somehow, youâre the only one who doesnât feel itâstill holding onto Sukunaâs belt like itâs your emotional support accessory. âUmmmm well I wanted to know if you guys finished trick or treating with Cho~Cho early?â Poor Nanamiâs eye twitches hearing such an outlandish suggestion that heâd waste is precious time doing things like âtrick or treatingâ. âSweetheart... Weâre too grown to be doing childish things like that. If youâre looking for Choso, heâs here. So run along and find your brother.â Your eyes shimmer with enough hope and excitement to make both men roll their eyes as you skip off to find your next victim.Â
Which didnât take too long after you gave up five minutes into your endeavor. Youâre waved down by a very happily drunk Sweet Sakura bear, âYYYYYYY/NNNNN~ Satoooo looook itâs yyyy/nn!â You giggle as you go over to Chrissy whoâs bouncing on the dick of an utterly mesmerized Gojo whoâs gripping her waist for dear life whilst you two excitedly talk about how pretty you both look, âOooooo Satooo have you seen Cho~Cho?â It takes Chrissy hitting his chest a few time for him to tune back into the conversation, âO-O-Oh y/n? When did you? Uh heâs in the backyard... maybe or was it the bathroom?â Either way his answer sent you off and he couldnât be harâ happier.... Could be happier...Â
You looked for him everywhere but still couldnât find Choso... You huff whilst thinking to yourself, âOf course Sato wouldnât even knowâŠâ walking through the living room you catch your friend Kalia, dressed up as polite bear, sitting on your favorite sneaky link, Toji, lap shotgunning smoke from his mouth and you skip over happily to sit on his free thigh. âJiiii~Jiiii yâknow where Cho~Cho is? I asked Satoru and he said that he was here somewhere, but I canât find hiiiim~â As much as Toji wouldnât enjoy your whining any other day, right now all he cares about is getting his dick wet and Kalia licking on his neck thatâs the only thing on his mind and he couldnât give a fin-nuk, a fook, or a fuck even if you begging him on your knees. âUhhh listen bunny, heâs in the back somewhere. Heâs uh- fuuuuck.... Heâs wearing some fucking uh... Ghostface mask or somethinâ.â With another optimistic sparkle in your eye and no actual clue what youâre doing... you march off like you knew exactly where to go. âNow how âbout you do that again but this time on my dick.â Â
You walk past Suguru and Blue... arguing of course but this time itâs Suggie doing the talkingâŠ. WellâŠ. YellingâŠÂ âYouâre insane if you think Iâm apologizing again!â Blue rolls her eyes and scoffs, âOh shut the hell up Suguruâ your fuckin ego is bigger than Satoruâs dick!â The last part of their argument you catch is Suguru spitting back, âOh you would know, wouldnât you?â As much as you wouldâve loved getting some more fingers pointing in Chosoâs direction⊠asking them would be like trying to talk to them mid-break up⊠which youâre pretty sure is going to happen again soon, but thatâs something youâre too busy and pretty to be bothered with right now.Â
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âMaybe Ji~Ji was too high to really remember if Cho~Cho was here.â  You found yourself back in the kitchen to make yourself a drink, and unfortunately find the infamous Naoya, heâs worse to deal with than kunaâs hot-headed ass, but you see heâs making one of your favorite drinks, âblowjobâ shots so you ride up your shorts a little more/ put on your best smile and walk over to him, feeling on his bicep, âHeyyyy Noyy~ can you make me a BJ pretty pleeeease?â Naoya looks you up and down, staring at your ass before smirking at you, âAnd what? Youâll get on your knees and give me one too?â you pout while feeling on his waist, trying your fucking best not to gag from the thought of doing that sober, and bat your eyelashes at him, âThe more shots you make me thatâs how many BJs Iâll owe you~â Â
Now here you are, on your 5th shot, the sobriety finally leaving your body with Naoya gripping your ass and dry humping your leg like a dog in a rut, âCome on baby youâve had waay more than enough. We should take this upstairs.â all you did way nod before he was pulling you away from the kitchen, and you snatched up somebodyâs shot taking it straight to the head to cap you off at a cool 6... Now youâre ready...  As he takes you upstairs you walk past your friend Jai, whoâs everyoneâs favorite little slutty sweet dream bear, flirting with some guy in a Micheal Myers costumeâ seems youâre not the only one getting laid tonight... Â
Stumbling into a room with his tongue down your throat and his hands gripping your ass, you try to imagine literally anyone else to get your poor pussy reacting and ready to fuck. Your mind pulls out all your previous sexually endeavorsâ from last night âstudy datesâ with Nanami, Shabari shenanigans with Suguru, and you always have twice the fun with Toji and Shiuâ but god let's not forget about how mind blowing it was when Choso had you fucked outta your mind in the back of his car. Thatâs what gets your cunt speaking in morse code, and you moan shamelessly into his mouth thinking about your stepbrother fucking you senselessly till you passed out on his fat cockâ the things youâd give to be stretched out by him like that again. Naoya peels your costume off, âMmmm no panties just for me?â With you being so caught out imagining Choso you happily nod and giggle when you stumble back onto the bed, feeling om your curves and putting on a show for everyone watching. Naoya flips you over, pulling your ass up in the air and spreads your lips apart giving you the least amount of prep that would have been extremely inconvenient if you didn't have someone else on your mindâ feeling him rub his tip against your bare cunt did cause a shiver to run up your spine, you might be drunk but youâre not that stupid to let him  of all people to hit it raw, âWa-Wait! I-I-I'm not on the pillâ can you...?â You hear Naoya sigh with irritation before pulling his pants back up and smacking your ass, mumbling that heâll be back and to not go anywhere... the most you did do is crawl up the bed to bury your face in those pillows calling your name...Â
You call out to Naoya but get no response, and youâre starting to even regret telling him to grab a condom if he was going to take this fucking long. âNaoya come onnnn daddy, I reeeally need you to fill me up~â you reach under and in between your thighs to shove three of your as deep as you can reach inside your sopping cunt to try and get some sort of relief, and whilst youâre busy with your face buried in those pillows Choso is steadily watching the life officially drain from Naoyaâs poor eyes. Choso wipes off the blood from his hunters' knife on his shirt before his eyes follow exactly where his ears have been this whole time. On you, playing with his pussy, and you had the nerve to call this piece of shit âdaddyâ? ...... Maybe he should kill you.Â
You feel his cock pressed up against your cunt which makes you jump out your skin, and you whine off a little chuckle, âAwww donât scaree me like thaaat~ Mmmn just make sure you pull out âkay?â Choso says nothing as you pull your finger out and spread your ass to give him a better view of just how wet you are. Youâre really pushing him now. Without warning Choso slowlyâ painstakingly slowly starts to bottom you out as he leans down to get in your ear, pushing his body weight onto you. âAnd here I thought my little dumbass finally learned her lesson.âÂ
 Chosoâs words cause your cunt to grip him like a vice, and your body to take a screenshot because you finally realize that this isnât who you thought it was⊠but the one person who youâve been craving this whole time youâve had your fingers buried in that needy cunt of yours, âB-Bi-Big bro? Whaâ mmnâŠâ He grips the back of your neck stopping any bullshit that could have slipped past your lips, all for him to pull back enough to just leave the tip in before splitting your cunt open with his thick cock at an unimaginable animalistic pace. You never thought sex this good would be so addictive, causing you to be utterly speechless and nothing but the whites of your eyes to be seen. Choso seething under his mask watching your greedy cunt constrict around his cock like the good little needy bitch in heat she is. How brain dead do you need to be to even thinkâ right you never do that... always trying to giving his pussy away.Â
As you feel yourself falling over the edge Choso pulls out abruptly pulling out a dramatic needy whine from you, âChoosoooo! Whyâd you stopp~ Put it baaack!â before you could look over your shoulder you feel something cold and sharp underneath your jaw, and the slightest pressure makes your skin burn causing you to whimper. âYou think you get to cheat on meâ the ONLY man alive who truly loves you and live? You think you get to cum on my cock without any consequences for your actions?â You canât help but feel this strange feeling that he really is mad at youâ and what did he mean by cheat, like⊠on a test? You were just trying to get your rocks off? âCh-Ch-Choo~ I-I wasnât... I-I didnât meanââ Choso mockingly awes at your pathetic excuses and drags his hunters knife down your jaw to your neck, and he applies enough pressure to cause you to bleed, you hiss and mistakenly try to pull away only for Choso to grab you by your scalp and pull you up towards his chest forcing you to look at himâŠÂ Up close the mask looksâŠ. It loooks⊠looks like it's giving post Black Friday sales mannequin meets like creepy manish ugly dollâ super pale, kinda rubbery, and like totally lifeless. The closer you look, the worse it gets: the eyes are just holes, and the hair looks like someone glued it on five minutes before the party with their eyes closedâŠ. Youâd laugh from how much the hairline is actively recedingâŠ. if you werenât actually gonna likeâŠÂ die with your coochie outâŠÂ your lip quivers and the words that fall from your lips sounds like utter ecstasy to Chosoâs ears, âCh-Ch-Cho~Cho... Y-You're scaring mee... Ta-Take that thing off... I wanna see you... I-I-I need you~â You feel his growl throughout your body and your pussy responded faster than your brain could ever, and gushes down your thighs pulling a quivering mewl from you. Choso flips you over and pushes your knees up to your ears with one hand as he watches your cunt tighten around absolutely nothing. âI told you not to do that.â His voice drops to a deep murmur, and he exhales slowly tilting his head to look at youâ a twitching mess and heâs barely touched you. Choso glides the knife down the back of your thighs, and his dick throbs with excitement as he knows exactly how to make sure you remember who OWNS your heart, mind, body, and soul. Â
He slips his tip back inside and adjusts his grip on knife, slowly carving into your skin. âYouâre lucky Iâm in a good mood.â The hot burning sensation in your oh so delicate skin causes you to make yet another sad attempt of running from him, only for Choso to follow, âYouâre really gonna run from me?â Heâs slowly filling your cunt down to the hilt and under his mask the corner of his mouth twitches up watches you struggle and his voice dips to a low teasing tone, âAww you know better than that, dumbass.â When you think youâre mentally prepared for Choso knocking the wind out of you when he rolls his hips back and stops... Your wet eyes flutter open looking at that creepy ass mask. âB-B-Big bro... Wha...â he pushes your knees practically folding you in on yourself till your ass is no longer touch the mattress making it harder for you to breathe, âItâs Halloween dumbass, whatâd you say when you want a treat?â your eyes try to find his under that mask, but end up drifting down to where your bodies meet.. âTr-Trick o-o-o-or Tr-Tr-Treat?â Choso pushes up off his knees and once heâs bottomed you out completely, he stabs his knife into the headboard to wrap his hand around your throat tightly. Without another word he pounds into your cunt as if your lifeâ the love of his life, depended on it. Your eyes stay in the back of your head as the next orgasm build fast and soon enough will hit you hard, you feel the smooth mask against your forehead and Choso breathing grows heavierâ his mumbling inaudible over the sounds of your struggling moans and screams for him. âCh-Ch-Ch-Chooo~ c-c-c-cumming!! P-p-p-pleeeash!!â You manage to choke out a mix of begging and warning, and his only responds to reaching down to abuse your poor swollen clit sending you over the edge and coat his thick cock in sweet creaminess, your cunt clamping down around his cock leads him to fuck you through your orgasm to chase his own. For a second your lungs are filled with oxygen as Choso snatches his huntersâ knife out of the headboard and presses it against your throat never stopping his sloppy thrust, âWhoâs fucking you this good, huh?! Who do you fucking belong to? Say my name! Scream it!â Overstimulated had long left your body and youâre past the point of feeling any pain from his knife slowling digging into your skin, âB-Big broooo! âM yours! Only yourss~ C-Chooosooo!!â Hearing you scream his name lights him like a match and sets his nerves on fire. It rushes straight to his head putting all sorts of sick and twisted thoughts in his mind, His balls tighten as ropes of cum spills into your womb leaving you both breathless. Â
He peels off his mask revealing his hair sticking to his forehead, and he leans down kissing you hungrily and practically with all teeth and all you can manage to do is kitten lick is he swallows you whole. When he pulls away you try to open your heavy eyes to finally see him and even through blurry vision seeing his tatted nose was enough to make you smile. âH-Happy Ha-Halloween big bro~âÂ
Confession: I hope you enjoyed annnd part 3⊠itâs not even completely in the works, but I got the idea downâ buuuut for neeeow be patience and if you do want it let me knoooow please like, reblog, comment~ kaaay thank you!<3
