Surviving the Chaos

34 - Single Mom - Novice Writer - Pedro Pascal simp - Simmer

[misspascaliverse]

Am I a 34 year old woman? Yes.

Am I someone's whole ass mother? Yes.

Did I order this Pedro blanket for myself anyway? Also, yes.

Am I embarrassed? Absolutely the fuck not.

Is my teenaged daughter embarrassed? To her core, yes.

Is this a double win for that very reason? SO. MUCH. YES.

[prettyboyivy]

this is my roman empire as of today

[jjangredpanda]

[spicetoken]

[gayzing-away]

Pedro Pascal in Narcos (2x03)

[yorksgirl]

Thought I would bless the timeline. You’re welcome

[starstruckunknown-princess]

Wormwood - Frankie Morales x Reader

Wormwood (Artemesia absinthium) - Meaning: Bitterness, absence

Summary: Frankie has left again, and you're left to pick up the pieces.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader

Word Count: 519

Warnings: ANGST, Non-dad!Frankie, themes of abandonment, anger, bitterness, reader is a deep sleeper but otherwise not physically described, photo in banner for vibes only!

Hello lovelies! Day 1 of my In Bloom Writing Challenge starting off with some Frankie angst, I kept it pretty short because I couldn't think of actual plot lol I like it better that way. Another of our Delta Force Hotties will make an appearance later this month, so stay tuned!

Comments, Likes, Reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated! Thanks for reading <3

Your first clue that he is gone is the lack of warmth on his side of the bed. Getting up, you can see the holes where his things used to be. The nightstand all but cleared off. Bare hangers in the closet, his shampoo missing from the shower. 

Frankie’s gone again, and you should’ve seen this coming. You knew the nature of his work, how he would drop everything for the mission, how he’d be gone for unspecified amounts of time with no way to contact you, leaving you to fear the worst for days or weeks but it was all in the name of serving his country so you couldn’t exactly argue with him. 

You’d never been particularly patriotic, and the fact that the needs of the US military took priority over you, over everything, made sure you never would be. But this time was different. Frankie had retired, he’d promised he was done leaving. 

But his devotion to Santiago ran almost as deep as his devotion to his country. And again you couldn’t blame him for it without seeming insensitive and selfish. After everything they’d been through together, even though you didn’t know all the details, you knew that kind of shit bonded people for life. And you genuinely liked Santi, truly. You got along with him whenever he’d visit town and Frankie would insist he take the guest room instead of paying for a hotel. Those times you’d wake up to the smell of coffee in the morning and their deep laughs echoing up from the kitchen. It made your house feel warmer, more like a complete home. 

But Santi had texted Frankie about some kind of recon job in Columbia and for that amount of money, you knew he couldn’t say no. Even though you insisted you two were fine, that you got by, you didn’t need the cash. Frankie had just looked up at you with doubt in his big brown eyes and you knew you hadn’t convinced him. Who in their right mind turned down seventeen grand?

Even more poignantly — who in their right mind would ask a man as loyal as Frankie was to turn his back on his closest friend? 

Sometimes you hated how deeply you slept - you hadn’t heard him packing. Didn’t hear his old truck rumble to life or hear the key in the door. You weren’t able to hug him goodbye and beg him to stay safe, to come back to you. 

Part of you wanted so badly to grab your suitcase and bolt, go stay with friends out of town so that when he got back he would feel the panic and terror at finding the person he loved had disappeared. Ignore his calls, leave his texts on read, let him sweat about your whereabouts for once. But you couldn’t. You knew whatever you had together wasn’t worth throwing away for the sake of spite. 

So you dealt with the absence of his things, the absence of him, the same way you always did. You swallowed your bitterness, your pain, and learned to live with the ache. 

[thedilfdiaries]

Italy ~ let go and let daddy

soft daddy!Joel x f!reader

Masterlist ♥︎ Soft Daddy Masterlist

Wordcount: 4,915

Summary: As your adventure begins, it becomes clear that Joel is determined to make this the best summer of your life.

Warnings: 18+, unprotected p in v, f oral receiving, lots of soft daddy stuff - like so much, use of 'baby girl, good girl, my girl, baby, daddy', reader has breasts and wears a dress, just Joel doting on you so so hard. The endinnnggggg 👀🤭

Notes: Hi friendinos! Thank you for waiting so patienly for this! I wish I could write them here forever so I could have them see more, but Joel has a short timeline to show reader the world, shining, shimmering, splendid.

Joel's song for this entire AU: To Be With You - Mr. Big

As you start your summer adventure headed to Italy, you can feel the excitement building up inside of you. You never expected that you'd be traveling the world let alone with an older man like Joel, a man you've only been seeing on and off for a short while, but as you think back to your time with him, you know that he's going to take care of you, and you can't wait to see what kind of adventures he has planned.

Joel's plane tickets are first class, and as you board the plane, you can't believe how luxurious everything is. You're immediately struck by the opulence of the interior. The plane is decorated in rich, warm tones, with plush leather seats and polished wood accents.

You notice the attentive service. The flight attendants welcome you aboard with warm smiles and promptly offer you a glass of champagne. You feel like you're dreaming. The most you've ever been offered on a normal flight is a packaged biscuit and half a can of cola.

As you settle into your seat, which feels like an entire room, you can't help but feel pampered. The seat itself is incredibly comfortable, with ample legroom and a built-in massage function that you take advantage of immediately. The entertainment system is state-of-the-art, with a wide selection of movies, TV shows, and music to choose from.

And just when you get settled, you're presented with a menu featuring dishes prepared by a Michelin-starred chef, complete with wine pairings selected by an expert sommelier. You opt for the seared scallops with cauliflower puree to start, followed by a tender filet mignon with truffle mashed potatoes.

Obviously the food is impeccably presented, and each bite is a symphony of flavors. You feel like you could get used to this. As the flight attendants clear away the food Joel suggests watching a movie together and after a brief disagreement about which one to choose, him wanting action, you wanting something a little less intense, he finally relents and decides on watching "The Notebook," a movie that he knows you love. However, he takes forever trying to line up the movie on his device so that it plays at the exact same time as yours.

"Come on, Joel. Just press play already," you say, giggling.

"Okay, okay. But I want to make sure we're synced up perfectly," he responds, trying to fix the timing one last time. “Okay press play on yours in -” he pauses to look over at your screen and then back at his, “in 5 seconds.”

“Yes sir.” You wink at him.

Finally, he presses play, and as the movie progresses, you find yourself getting lost in the story you laugh, you cry, and you even find yourself holding Joel's hand during the more emotional scenes. Joel is surprisingly engaged in the movie, laughing at all the right moments and making thoughtful comments about the characters and their motivations.

You can't help but feel a warm glow spreading through your chest as you listen to him. You've never felt this close to anyone before - not like this, at least. You find yourself getting lost in Joel's gaze, the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way you can almost hear a southern twang when he laughs too hard.

He suddenly glances over, looking at you, his eyes are filled with warmth and tenderness. You feel a flutter in your chest, and you can't help but smile.

"What?" he asks, grinning.

"Nothing. I just... I'm happy,"

"Me too, darlin'. Me too," he says. "I'm glad you're here with me.”

"Me too," you whisper, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.

Throughout the rest of the flight, you're constantly amazed by the level of service. The flight attendants anticipate your every need, making sure your glass is always full and your needs are met. Even the bathroom is luxurious, with plush towels and premium skincare products.

As you prepare to land, it's clear that Joel has pulled out all the stops to make this trip unforgettable.

When you arrive, Joel has arranged for a private car to take you to your destination and as you ride through the winding streets of Italy, you can't help but feel like you're in some kind of dream.

When you step out of the car, you're immediately struck by the beauty of the where youre staying. The architecture is a stunning blend of modern and traditional Italian styles, with intricate details and ornate accents that reflect the country's rich history. The grounds are immaculately maintained, with lush gardens, sprawling lawns, and a picturesque courtyard. As you enter the lobby, you're greeted by a warm, inviting atmosphere.

The hotel staff is impeccably attired, with friendly smiles and welcoming words. They escort you to the check-in desk, where you're presented with a chilled glass of prosecco and a warm, freshly baked cookie. The check-in process is seamless, and as Joel finishes with the receptionist, she provides you both with a detailed itinerary of the hotel's amenities and services.

-

After settling into your private villa, you can't help but marvel at the incredible space as you start to walk around. You've never seen a place so big. The living room is spacious and inviting, with plush sofas and armchairs arranged around a crackling fireplace. The dining area features a table that can seat at least ten, with crystal china and silverware already laid out for your convenience. The bedroom is a true sanctuary, with a comfortable king-sized bed adorned with plush linens and pillows. A flat-screen TV hangs across from it on the wall. The ensuite bathroom has a deep soaking tub, a separate shower, and a dual vanity area and is stocked with luxurious bath products, including high-quality soaps and scented candles. And just as you think you've seen it all, you discover a fully equipped kitchen, a home office, and a private patio with an outdoor grill and dining area.

The pièce de résistance, however, is the private pool off the bedroom, which features a stunning infinity edge that seems to blend seamlessly into the ocean beyond.

After you spend some more time exploring the Villa, Joel interrupts you, leading you out to a separate balcony that overlooks the ocean and picturesque view. He stands behind you, his hands wrapping around your waist.

You both stand there enjoying the moment before you say something, “what a beautiful view, huh?”

But Joel's not paying attention to the view. He's studying you, how you look so surprised and happy. He never takes his eyes off you when he replies, “sure is darlin’, nothing more beautiful.” He pauses for a moment longer. “Now come with me." He grabs your hand and leads you to the massively oversized bed and helps you sit down on the edge. He has a mischievous glint in his eye, and you can tell that he's excited.

“Alright, close your eyes.”

You do as he says.

He quickly starts moving a small table in front of you and positioning boxes and bags onto it.

You hear the rustling of tissue paper and your curiosity peaks.

“Okay - open.”

Your jaw drops in amazement. In front of you are an array of beautifully wrapped boxes, each one perfectly tied with a satin ribbon. In addition, there are bags from some of the most exclusive designer stores in the world, Gucci, Prada, and Versace. Joel smiles at your reaction.

“Joel, this is too much, I -”

Joel interrupts you before you can finish your sentence. "No, no, darlin'. It's not. I want you to have the best of everything. You deserve it. Just open ‘em, please." He says, almost desperate.

You look up at him a little unsure, before slowly getting off the bed like you're trying to be quiet.

“Here,” Joel intercepts with a box, he can still see your clear reservations about all of this.

You're overwhelmed by the sheer luxury of the items inside. There are designer dresses, shoes, handbags, and accessories, each one more beautiful than the last. You try on a few pieces, and they fit you perfectly, as if they were made just for you. But you can't help feeling a mix of emotions. On one hand, you're overwhelmed by the generosity and thoughtfulness of Joel's gifts. You've never had anything this extravagant before, and you can't believe that someone would go to such lengths to make you feel special.

On the other hand, you can't shake the feeling that you don't deserve any of this. You've always been a simple girl, content with the basics, and never really needing much more. You've never been one to indulge in luxury, and the thought of wearing designer clothes and accessories makes you a little uneasy, like a fish out of water. But as you look up at Joel, you can see the joy and excitement in his eyes. He's clearly thrilled to be able to share this with you. You can't bring yourself to disappoint him. So you push your reservations aside and continue to try on the beautiful items, smiling and thanking him with each new gift.

"Joel, these are all so beautiful. I don't know what to say."

"Say you'll wear them for me,"his eyes are sparkling with excitement. "I want to see you in all of these beautiful things. You deserve to feel as special and loved as you are, darlin'."

You can't help but be touched by Joel's words. You've never felt this seen or appreciated by anyone before. You take a deep breath and push your reservations aside once again. "Okay, I'll wear them for you," you say, smiling up at Joel. "I can't believe you did all of this for me."

“I can’t believe how damn good you look, baby.”

Joel's face lights up with each outfit change. He wants to help you try them on, but you force him to stay while you run in and out of the bathroom, piecing each option together.

As you try on the last item, a stunning designer gown that fits you like your fairy godmother had magically placed it on you, you stop to look at yourself in such disbelief that this is even happening. When you step out, Joel takes your hand and spins you around, looking you up and down.

"Better call NASA because you're out of this world, darlin." Joel's face is filled with admiration as he takes in your appearance. "Wow, just wow, takin’ my breath away. Can't wait to show you off."

You feel your body get warm with pleasure at his words. You've never felt this beautiful before. The dress really is stunning, and it makes you feel like a million bucks.

After trying on all of the beautiful clothing and accessories, you and Joel decide to head out for a romantic dinner at a local Italian restaurant. The food is delicious, and the atmosphere is warm and intimate. You can't help but feel grateful for this amazing experience and for the man sitting across from you. As the night wears on, you can see the exhaustion setting in on Joel's face. He's been going nonstop since you arrived, making sure every detail of your trip is perfect.

"Joel, why don't we head back to the hotel? You look exhausted," you suggest.

"I am a bit tired, darlin'. But I don't want the night to end just yet. How ‘bout we head back and I'll run you a bath?"

You can't help but feel a surge of love for this man. He's always taking care of you, always making sure you're happy and comfortable. "Only if you join me," you say, smiling at him.

“Wouldn't have it any other way.”

As you make your way back to the hotel, you can feel the tiredness setting in on your own body as well. The day has been a whirlwind of excitement and new experiences, and you're looking forward to a relaxing bath.

When you arrive back at the villa, Joel guides you to the bed. You sit on the edge, feeling the comforting pull of the bed beneath you. You're about to reach for your shoes, but Joel grabs your wrist and kneels down in front of you. “Let daddy take care of you.”

Joel starts to undress you slowly, taking his time to savor every moment. As he removes your shoes, he kisses your feet gently, causing you to giggle and squirm with delight. He then moves up to your legs, gently rolling down your stockings and kissing your thighs as he goes.

“You deserve to be taken care of, baby girl. You've had a long day, wanna make sure you're comfortable."

"Thank you, Daddy," you say, smiling down at him.

Joel's face lights up at your words. He stands up and takes your hand to help you to your feet, he turns you so your back is facing him and he slowly unzips the your dress, his fingers brushing against your skin as he goes. The fabric slides off your shoulders, revealing your bare skin underneath. Joel can't help but let out a low whistle as he takes in your bare shoulders and the curve of your back.

"You're so beautiful, darlin',"

He helps you step out of the dress, carefully folding it and setting it aside. He then turns his attention back to you, slowly sliding your bra straps down your arms, and unclasping it in the back. Then he works your panties off. You feel a shiver of pleasure run down your spine as he undresses you. It's like he's worshipping your body.

Once you're completely naked, Joel helps you onto the bed, covering you with a soft blanket and tucking you in. He leans down to kiss your forehead, his lips lingering on your skin. "Be right back, darlin'. I'm gonna run you a bath and get everything ready," he murmurs.

You nod, feeling a sense of warmth and safety spreading through your chest. You snuggle deeper into the blankets, your mind drifting as you wait for Joel to return.

Joel returns carrying two flutes of champagne. He sets them down on the bedside table and then helps you up from the bed. He grabs the drinks, and you make your way to the bathroom. The tub is filled with steaming hot water and scented bubbles. Candles flicker on the edges, casting a warm, inviting glow.

Joel holds your hand as you step into the tub, making sure you don't slip. Once you're settled in, he hands you a champagne flute. "For you, my love," he says, his eyes sparkling with affection.

The name catches you off guard. He's never called you something so - relationshipy. But you try not to think too much about that and take a sip of the champagne, feeling the bubbles dance on your tongue. It's the perfect complement to the warm, soothing water.

Joel joins you in the bathtub. He sits down behind you, his legs on either side of your body. He takes the washcloth and begins to gently wash your body, starting at your shoulders. His touch is tender and loving, and you can feel your body relax under his ministrations.

As he washes you, he praises you, telling you how beautiful and sexy you are. He tells you how much he loves your body and how much he loves being with you. His words are like a balm to your soul. He moves up to your hair, massaging your scalp with his fingers. It feels so good that you can't help but let out a soft moan. Joel smiles. "That's it, darlin'. Let go and let daddy take care of you.” As he moves down and washes your neck, he leans in to press a soft kiss to your skin, causing you to shiver with pleasure.

"You like that, baby girl?" he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Yes, daddy, feels so good," you whisper.

Joel smiles, pleased with your response. He continues to wash you, moving down to your shoulders and arms. Massaging your muscles with the washcloth, helping to ease any tension or knots. His hands move down to your chest. He washes your breasts gently, taking care to avoid your nipples. You can feel your body responding to his touch, your breasts feeling sensitive.

"Daddy.." you moan, your voice filled with longing.

"I know, baby," Joel replies, his voice low and husky. "But, I want to take care of you first. You deserve to be pampered."

He moves down to your stomach and hips. He's meticulous and thorough, making sure to cover every inch of you. As he reaches your thighs, he pauses for a moment, his fingers lingering on your skin.

"Can I wash you here, darlin'?".

“Yes please.” You're so turned on that you can feel yourself trembling with anticipation. Joel smiles, pleased with your response. He washes you gently, his fingers exploring your folds with care.

His fingers keep rubbing over your clit again and again, and you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge. "Daddy, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." you moan, unable to finish your sentence.

"Shhh s'okay," Joel replies, his voice soothing, as he kisses the top of your head. "I've got you baby."

With those words, you let yourself go, your body shuddering with pleasure. Joel holds you close, his free arm wrapped around you as he whispers into your ear as you come down from your high, “there's my good girl, always so good for me.”

As you come down from your orgasm, you can't help but feel a little embarrassed at how loudly you moaned. But Joel's gentle touch and soothing words help to put you at ease.

"You're so beautiful when you come, princess," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

—

As the water starts to cool, Joel helps you out of the tub and wraps you in a soft, fluffy towel and leads you to the bed, helping you to lie down on your back.

All you can do is let out a contented sigh as you relax into the bed.

"Does daddy need to take care of his baby?” he asks.

You nod, unable to speak. You're stuck in some kind of love haze, and all you feel is calm and euphoric.

"S'okay baby, you don't have to think about anything, just relax, let daddy do all the work.” He hums as he starts to massage your shoulders, working out any knots or tension that you might have. His strong hands move down your arms. You can feel your muscles melting beneath his fingers. As his hands move down to your chest, he pauses for a moment, "Can daddy play with your tits, baby?"

“Mhmm..” You lightly moan

He starts to massage your breasts, his fingers teasing your nipples until they're hard and sensitive. You can feel yourself getting wetter with every touch.

As his hands move down to your hips and then your thighs, he finds your sensitive nub and starts to rub slow circles over the bundle of nerves. Your breathing becomes frantic, “Daddy need you inside me, I- fuck -”

"I know, I know, my princess, but first you gonna come all over daddy's fingers, arentcha? Dont worry m’gonna take real good care of this beautiful pussy."

Joel's fingers continue to work their magic, building you up to the brink of ecstasy once again. You can feel yourself getting close, your hips bucking against his hand as you chase your release. "That's it, baby," Joel murmurs, his voice a low growl in your ear. "Let daddy make you feel good."

With a final thrust of his fingers, you come apart, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. Joel holds you close, murmuring words of love and praise as you ride out the waves of pleasure. “Oh, I know, I know, I gotcha baby girl, you're okay daddy's here.”

When you finally come down from your high, Joel begins to kiss his way down your body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He pauses at your hips, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin as he looks up at you.

"You're so damn perfect, darlin'," he says, his voice filled with awe. "Daddy’s gonna have a lil snack now, okay?"

You nod your consent, your breath hitching in your throat as Joel's mouth descends on your clit. He licks and sucks, his tongue exploring every inch of you as you writhe beneath him. It's overwhelming, the sensation of his mouth on you, his fingers inside you, and you can feel yourself building up to another orgasm already.

"Daddy, I'm gonna come again," you gasp, your fingers threading through Joel's hair as you hold him close.

"Come for me, baby," Joel murmurs against your skin. "Soak daddy's face.”

With a final thrust of his fingers and a flick of his tongue, you come undone, your orgasm shuddering through you like an earthquake. Joel stays with you, his mouth on you as you buck around, until the last aftershock fades away.

When he finally pulls away, he crawls up your body, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips, and it only serves to heighten your desperation for him even more.

"Need to be inside you, darlin'," Joel growls. "Need to feel you wrapped around me."

“Please daddy, please.”

He gently caresses your cheeks with his large hands. The sensation feels similar to being in a sensory deprivation tank, making you feel calm and warm. His hands cradle your face like it's made of the most delicate china. “Shhh, baby, I'm here, m’gonna give you whatcha need,” he says before kissing the top of your forehead, letting his lips linger there for a moment.

He pulls away and positions himself at your entrance, his eyes locked on yours as he pushes inside, inch by inch. You're so wet, so ready for him, that he slides in easily, filling you up in a way that makes you feel like you're home.

Joel starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. You can feel the tension building up inside of you again, the coil of pleasure in your belly getting tighter and tighter.

"Daddy, I - I can't, gonna come again," you gasp, your fingers digging into Joel's shoulders. The feeling is incredibly overwhelming this time as Joel's rock hard cock fills your walls, it feels like he could break through and rip you to shreds.

"Yes baby, come for me," Joel growls, his thrusts getting faster, harder. "Come for daddy.” He never takes his eyes off you, “That's a good girl.”

As your orgasm crashes over you, you feel yourself clenching around Joel's cock, your walls pulsing in time with the waves of pleasure. Joel lets out a low growl as he feels you coming, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his own release.

"Fuck, darlin'," he groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he pounds into you. "I'm gonna come, baby."

You can feel him swelling inside of you, his cock twitching as he gets closer and closer to the edge. With one final thrust, he comes undone, his release filling you up in a way that makes you feel impossibly full.

Joel collapses on top of you, his heavy weight making you feel warm and safe and secure. eventually, he shifts his weight, so he's beside you and wrapping you in his arms. "My princess," he murmurs, stroking your hair lovingly. You look up at him, your heart pounding rapidly in your chest. His brown eyes gaze down at you.

Your hand reaches out, your fingertips running along the side of his face, his stubble scraping against your skin. Joel leans down, his nose brushing against yours, his lips inches from yours.

"Thank you," you say softly. You want to thank him for being there for you, for loving you unconditionally, for taking care of you, and giving you everything.

"There's nothin' to thank me for,” he replies tenderly. "I couldn't be happier than I am right now, havin' you in my arms."

You rest your head against his chest, your eyes fluttering closed. You're not sure how long you lie there, but eventually, you start to feel the pull of sleep. Your eyelids grow heavy, and your breathing evens out.

—

When you wake up, you're not sure how long you've been asleep, but you feel refreshed and energized. Joel is still lying beside you, his arm still wrapped around you.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Joel murmurs, his voice thick with sleep.

"Hey," you reply softly, turning to face him.

Joel's eyes are still closed, but he's smiling. "How'd you sleep?"

"Like a baby," you reply, snuggling closer to him.

Joel's arms tighten around you, and you can feel his heart beating faster. "Good," he murmurs. "I have a surprise for you."

You look up at him, your curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

"It's a surprise," Joel says, his eyes still closed. "But I think you're going to like it."

You wait patiently, your mind racing with possibilities. Finally, Joel opens his eyes and sits up. "Come on, get dressed," he says, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

You do as he says, slipping on a pair of jeans and a cute top. You're not sure what Joel has planned, but you're excited to find out.

When you're ready, Joel takes your hand and leads you out of the Villa. You follow him through the lobby and out onto the street. Joel leads you through the winding streets, pointing out different landmarks and telling you little stories about each one.

Eventually, you come to a small courtyard, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the city. In the center of the courtyard, there's a wall covered in locks, each one engraved with the names of two people.

"This is the wall of love locks," Joel says, his voice soft. "Couples come here to declare their love for each other, and then they throw away the key."

You look up at him, your eyes wide. "That's so romantic," you say, your heart fluttering in your chest.

Joel smiles at you, taking your hand. "I want to add our own lock to the wall, if that's okay with you."

You nod, your eyes filling with tears. "That would be amazing, I've always dreamed of seeing this. "You say, your voice thick with emotion.

Joel leads you over to the wall, and you pick out a lock together. You engrave your names on it, along with the date, and then you secure it to the wall.

As you throw away the key, you feel a sense of finality.

Joel's face breaks out into a wide smile, pulling you into a tight embrace. As you stand there, surrounded by the love of the people who came before you, you can't help but feel a sense of unease and happiness mixing together.

Eventually, you make your way back to the hotel. Joel pauses in the lobby, “Hey, you head up, princess, just need to check on something at the front desk.” he hands you the key card and watches you disappear into the elevator.

He walks up to the front desk, “hello Mr. Miller, how can I be of service?”

“Just checking in for a delivery, small box?”

“Ah, yes, it was just delivered. One moment, sir.”

The receptionist heads into a room behind the desk, not long before coming back out with a small box in their gloved hand.

Joel takes the small black box and opens it, staring at the stunning ring nestled inside. He knows that he's found something special with you, and he's not going to let it go. He's going to make sure that you have the best summer of your life, and he's going to make sure that you never forget him.

—

Thank you so much for reading! Where should they go next?

[goodwithcheese-deactivated20250]

Out of Sight

Summary: Another job for Dave and his girl. (This is the same Dave and reader from Love at First...Sight, but there is no plot here.)

Pairing: Dave York x f!reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only please)

Warnings: explicit sexual content, brief mention of injuries resulting from a physical assault, brief mentions of violence

Word Count: 3.7K

Dave York Masterlist

Author's Note: No Carol and kids in this world, friends.

“Sophisticated.” That’s the word you use for how you want to look tonight.

“What about the blue one?” That dress is Dave’s favorite – you’d worn it the last time he took you out to dinner. He particularly likes the way the thin straps cross over each other in the back, just between your shoulder blades. A perfect X-marks-the-spot – he’d rested one hand right there as he bent you over the bathroom sink at the restaurant.

“Too sexy.” Your voice sounds faraway, accompanied by the clink of hangers in your closet. Dave doesn’t like it when you put him on speaker – he prefers to hear your voice closer, where he can pretend you’re right there, whispering in his ear.

But you rarely concern yourself with his preference. “I want to look expensive. He needs to think he’s the only man there tonight who can afford me.”

Darkness shadows the edges of Dave’s vision. “He’s not paying for you.”

“No.” If he could see your face right now, your smile would be hungry – predator seeking prey. “But they like to pretend they could.”

Dave grunts noncommittally. He doesn’t like this part, but he knows it’s better. Before you, completing these assignments was messier: broken locks or broken windows, muffled panicked cries. It always surprised him how much even the softest of them would fight back.

But now the team has you.

You don’t have to sneak or fight your way in because they invite you: into their plush offices, into their dark-windowed limousines, into their gated mansions. Hungry for what they think you’re offering them, they don’t notice your eyes taking in the quickly-tapped alarm codes or the thin keycards tucked into breast pockets.

You are disarming – that word took on a new and concrete meaning once he saw what you could do.

You don’t kill. You simply leave the mark vulnerable: a sedative, delivered in the kinds of ways Dave knows not to ask about, and an open door. Once you’re back at his side, he gives the signal and the closer finishes the job.

“This one.” Your voice is nearer to the phone now and he hears the swished thump of the dress falling on the bed next to the phone.

“Which one?”

You pick up the phone then, bringing your breath so close he can almost feel it. “You’ll see.”

Dave’s been at the party for nearly an hour before he finally does: in a room of coal black, you shine like an amethyst. It’s a dress he hasn’t seen before – sparkling liquid violet that looks poured over you, molding to the contours of your breasts, gathering snug at your waist, spilling to the floor. Your arms are exposed, and a slit down the plane of your breastbone hints at what’s beneath but reveals nothing.

He understands now what you meant by expensive. A woman like you would only leave this party with a man who can offer her something. And the men in this room would think what you want is found in numbers in a column – in ledgers and accounts.

They’d be wrong.

Dave, though? He knows what you want.

He catches the eye of one of his guys across the room. One nod and Roberts is moving: circling the room, the silver tray crowned with champagne flutes held aloft. When he nears you, you take the drink – your fingers circle the slender stem of the glass, your eyes never acknowledging the man even though you’ve worked with him for almost a year.

The message is sent: you know they’ve got you.

Dave smooths the lapel of his tuxedo and undoes the button at the waist, then checks the time on his watch. It’s only nine and he knows you work fast. And he’s counting on it because he needs you. There is a rule, the newest one: no physical contact between you in the 48 hours before this part of your assignment.

He fucking hates that rule. But he knows why he made it.

It was seven months ago. He was trailing you to the location: a marina, where a defense contractor with minimal patriotism and a big fucking yacht was waiting for you. Dave had watched your signal come on as you turned into the gas station parking lot. When he pulled up next to you and you looked at him over the top of your sunglasses through your window? He could read your mind.

He got the bathroom key from the attendant inside and followed the crumbling sidewalk around to the back. The lock stuck a little; he finally got it to turn, but when the door opened? You were already in there, lifting the hem of your gauzy swimsuit coverup that hung to midthigh.

He’d fucked you hard and fast against the graffitied concrete block wall, your bikini bottoms stuffed into the back pocket of his chinos. No kissing – couldn’t smudge your makeup or leave a scrape of stubble on your cheek – but that just meant you talked to him the whole time.

Such a pretty, filthy mouth.

Twenty minutes later, Dave crouched on the deck of a rented sloop, twisting rough rope into a neat coil, his eyes behind his sunglasses watching the mark lead you onto the yacht.

You were nearly two hours late to the safehouse that night. By the time you slipped through the door, Dave was vibrating with fury. And then he saw you. Saw the faint bruise on your carotid. Saw the paper-thin split bisecting the plump of your lip. You told him just enough. The fucking asshole’s sharp eyes spotted a dried smear of come on your inner thigh: the one spot you’d missed with the handful of scratchy bathroom paper towels.

Dave would have killed the target himself, with his bare hands. But the deadly-calm look in your eyes said he didn’t need to.

He moves through the room – talks golf with a senator’s husband, eats a leaf of endive stuffed with a truffled goat cheese mousse, feigns sips of a bourbon and soda – but he’s always watching you. He likes this part. He isn’t sure how you do it – how you project that intoxicating mix of aloofness and invitation – but it always works.

 You don’t have to seek them out; they come to you.

It’s been barely twenty minutes since you walked in when Dave sees the mark notice you. This one is important – notorious, cautious, dangerous. But everyone has something they want that makes them reckless. Tonight it will be you.

You don’t make it easy and that just makes them want you more. The way you tilt your head instead of laughing at their jokes, how your eyes drift just past them when they think they’re being charming, your prodding smile that says, ‘try a little harder.’ And so they do, until they finally get you to take their arm and be led out the door.

The smug looks on their faces say they’ve won. But it’s always you.

Tonight’s mark keeps touching you – your wrist, your shoulder, the back of your hand. Once he leans to whisper in your ear; Dave watches two of his fingers stroke the nape of your neck and he pictures the quick jerk a head makes when a bullet meets the back of it.

He can almost feel the punch of the recoil into his shoulder. He’d welcome it.

Fifteen minutes into a conversation with a tech billionaire who thinks sports cars are interesting, Dave sees you win: the target rests his hand on your lower back and steers you towards the door, his fingers drifting towards the top of your ass.

Dave knows exactly how far you can bend a finger before it snaps; he wonders if the mark would be surprised by how easily they break. He excuses himself from the rich guy and slips to a quiet edge of the room to whisper into his cuff.

“She’s moving. Don’t lose her.” That instruction isn’t necessary – his guys know the price if something happens to you on their watch.

The waiting is the worst. Dave stays at the party for another forty-five minutes – chats with his state department colleagues who know nothing of the side jobs he takes, eats a few more canapés that crumble dryly in his mouth, watches the seconds tick away until he can leave to meet you.

In the air-conditioned quiet of his car – a relief after the buzzing chatter of the party – he glances at the coordinates your tail has sent him. Helpfully, the target has taken you to the apartment his wife doesn’t know about – a top-floor penthouse in a building that prides itself on discretion: no cameras in the lobby and doormen who see nothing. Dave silently thanks him for making this so easy.

He parks the car down the block from the building and watches his rearview mirror for you. He used to wait at the safehouse, but not anymore – not since the night he thought you weren’t coming back. Now he comes to get you, and God help anyone who tries to keep you from him.

The minutes pass – Dave loosens the bowtie and tosses it in the backseat, and flicks open the button at his collar. His eyes never leave the mirror. Finally – eighty-seven minutes since you left the party – he sees you strolling down the sidewalk, a long black coat covering any sparkle from your dress. The only shine comes from the shimmery glint of your hair in the moonlight. You’d been a brunette at the party but you’re a blonde now – an icy platinum bob reaches your chin, framing your smile as you slide into his car.

“He’s ready for them.” You drop your small satin clutch into the backseat, and Dave sends the message to the team that will complete the assignment.

“You good?” He glances at you as he pulls away from the curb.

You flicker your eyebrows up. “Were you worried about me, David?”

“Never worry about you,” he lies. “Just knew this one might be a problem.”

“He was easy.” You roll the car window down to let your hand dance in the night breeze. “Took his medicine like a good boy.”

You hum softly to yourself, the wind sending the silver strands fluttering across your cheeks. Dave steals looks at you as the highway carries the car away from the city lights.

“Who were you tonight?” Dave has seen your hidden safe – IDs and passports, all in different names, all with your pretty face.

“Ivy.” You’re still turned to the window, your fingers fluttering in the warm air.

That one is new.

“Tell me about her.”

“An art dealer. Just got back from Seville - sourcing a Murillo for a client. Likes Torrontés and avant-garde theatre.” You flash him a smile. “Loves anal.”

He narrows his eyes and you laugh. “None of them can resist that, York. If they think there’s a shot? It’s almost too easy.”

Dave doesn’t want to think about the things the marks say to you – what you might say to them. So he changes the subject, reaching across the seat to touch the tied sash of your coat.

“Liked the dress tonight.” His fingers give a quick tug of the ends.

“It was a good one.” You smile at him, your fingers brushing away the fine hairs caught in the glossy plum of your lipstick.

“Didn’t make it out?”

“Too memorable. Down the garbage chute.”

“Show me.”

You smirk, your fingertips tracing the strap of the seatbelt across your chest. “Can’t. Safety first.”

He shifts his jaw to the side and takes the first left he sees. The tires stir the carpet of leaves that cover the little-used asphalt and he puts the car into park on the shoulder.

“Show me.” He lets his voice dip low, gravelly, and your eyes spark.

You tap your nails against the buckle of the seatbelt for a moment before clicking the release. The belt retracts with a hiss but Dave barely hears it over the blood pounding in his ears. You don’t always let him tell you what to do, but fuck, he likes it when you do.

Your fingers move to the tied belt, unknotting the ends.  You open the front of the coat a sliver and he sees skin: the swell of your breast, the curve of your belly, the smooth tops of your thighs.

“More.”

Your eyebrows lift a fraction, the pink tip of your tongue settling into the bite of your teeth. “David missed me.”

He frowns at you, his mouth thick with how much he wants you right now. “I said more.”

You smile, pulling the lapels wide, letting them drape open over your shoulders. “Better?”

He reaches for your thigh – grips it until his fingers dent your skin. “Panties go down the garbage chute, too, Ivy?”

At the name, your eyes glimmer and Dave sees that you like it – like the game that this might become. “Maybe I didn’t wear any.”

That ‘maybe’ – he knows you’re teasing him, but the thought of you alone with another man tonight like that twists knife-sharp in his belly.

He gives your thigh another squeeze, then lets go of you to push his seat back as far as it will go. You watch him, chewing the edge of your lip with soft huffed breaths as he shrugs off his tux jacket and throws it in the back seat.

He leans across the space between you to curl his hand beneath your jaw. His other slides around the smooth skin of your neck to your nape, fingertips brushing that place the other man had stroked not even two hours ago. He brings his mouth close to your ear – lets his lips graze it as he speaks.

“No matter what your name is, you’re mine. You know that?”

He feels your quick nod, feels you relax into his touch.

“Say it, Ivy.” He uses his teeth on your earlobe just to hear your hungry gasp. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.” Your hands are moving now, one gliding up the sleek sateen of his trousers to palm his cock through the fabric, the other at his waistband to tug at the bar clasp. He could help – he almost does – but he likes watching your brow furrow in frustration. He keeps your chin lifted, turning your face to meet his eyes.

“Looks like you missed me.” He smiles at your narrowed eyes as he slides his hand from your throat to the vee of your legs. “Let me feel how much you’ve missed me.”

You’re so good for him: how you spread your thighs wide on the seat of his car, how your tongue slips out to lick his thumb as he runs it over your bottom lip. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of it – the way you give to him, the way you take.

He gently eases his middle finger along your center and clenches his jaw – you’re wet already, those slippery folds that beg him to bury his finger knuckle deep inside your heat – but not yet. He wants you soaked, wants you messy and slick and begging.

“I think you can get wetter for me, baby.” His other hand keeps your eyes on his, and he glides his thumb over your cheekbone. He feels the fine silver strands of your hair brush soft against his wrist. “What if I fuck your mouth? Is that what you need?”

Your lips are parted, tongue dancing over them, as you nod with a heavy-eyed smile. You manage his trousers by feel and he lifts his hips just enough for you to yank them down with his underwear to free his cock. Then your hands are on him – those slender fingers wrapping around him in a squeeze.

“Ivy.” He likes saying that name – likes how it shifts something in you, makes you different even beyond the blonde hair he’s now tangling around his fingers. “Tell me what I’m going to do.”

Your eyelashes flutter, a ragged exhale pushing through your plump lips. “Fuck my mouth.”

“That’s right.” He has you now – he can see that. Whatever he asked for, you’d give him. “Why?”

“To make me –” your words are unsteady, but your hands move over him with familiar ease – “wet for you.”

“Go ahead, baby.” He’s so hard it almost hurts, and when you bend over his lap and he watches the plum ring of your lips slide over the head of his cock, he can’t help but groan. He twists the silver strands of the wig tighter in his fingers, pushing just enough to let you know who’s in charge. “Fuck. How deep can you take it?”

You don’t answer: can’t, not with the way his cock is pressing thick and heavy on your tongue, with the way the head is pushing at the back of your throat. But you moan, and he feels it – feels the vibration of it. But he also feels you try – taking him deeper, so deep he practically sees stars. You still, not moving, and he realizes you’re waiting for him to use you.

So he does: uses the grip on your hair to guide you up and down, almost sliding out completely before burying himself in your mouth again, the tip of his cock teasing the entrance to your throat. He’s careful – Dave doesn’t lose control, and definitely not when it comes to you. But he walks right up to the line: he fucks your mouth a little rougher, a little harder.

Like you’re Ivy. Not you.

He thinks about coming like this; he can almost see it, pearly drops spilling over your smudged lipstick, the color of his come in the moonlight the same as your silver hair. But he doesn’t want to just take from you tonight. You’re his, and he never wants you to forget why.

So he lets go of your hair to smooth his hand against your cheek, to catch the point of your chin with his fingertips and pull you off his cock. Your eyes are glassy and half-closed, and you smile at him as he brings your face close to his.

“Touch me now.” Your shining lips nearly brush his. “See how wet I am now.”

He does – his whole hand into the space between your legs, the sticky slick of you covering his palm as you grind into it. “Did so good for me, Ivy. You want me to fuck you now?”

You nod, already clambering across the console to him, slipping out of your coat as you move. You arrive in his lap wearing only your heels and the blonde wig, your hands sliding into his hair to press your mouth against his. Your tongue is salty with him. But the faintest hint of a cologne he doesn’t know drifts from your skin, and he squeezes two thick handfuls of your ass to drag your soaked center against him.

“Who do you belong to, baby?” He settles his teeth into the edge of your lip; you have to pull it free to answer.

“You, David. Always you.” Your hand is moving in the space between your bodies and he feels you grip him, angle him, and then you’re sliding down the length of his cock, your words softening into a gasp. “Oh.”

Two days apart is too long. His eyes squeeze shut for a moment, his thoughts sliding away to anything else: anything but how you feel around him right now, anything but how you are whimpering in his ear as you begin to roll your hips. Your head falls back – the blonde hair nearly brushing your shoulders, the long line of your throat opening to him. He places his mouth right there – right at the center of that lovely sweep of skin where he can feel your blood rushing beneath, pulsing against his lips.

He slides one hand around to settle two fingers against your clit; you hiss, shimmying your hips from side to side against the pressure of his touch.

“Fuck, baby.” He gives your ass a soft swat as you keep wriggling in his lap, rubbing yourself against the pads of his fingers. “Are you going to make yourself come like that?”

Your eyes are squinted shut and you’re biting the plump of your lip, breath coming fast as you writhe, and he smacks your ass again, harder this time.

“Answer.” He’s clenching his jaw so hard he knows it’ll ache tomorrow. “You gonna come like that? You need it that bad?”

There are other words he gives you then – ones he knows you like – and other questions, too; and you answer him: yes and please and more, your voice arching into a moan when he lifts his hips off the seat to finally start to fuck you.

You grip his face between the palms of your hands and search for his mouth, your lips sliding against his cheekbone, his nose, before you find it. A kiss – soft, the tip of your tongue there smoothing the curve of his lip – and then teeth, little nips hard enough to hurt.

But when you stop – when your mouth parts in an O, when your hands slide away to grip the headrest behind his head – he knows.

“That’s it, Ivy.” He’s close – wants to fill you while you’re still moaning in his lap – so he fucks up into you as hard as he can. “Come on.”

You let go then, and he does, too. The squeeze of you around him is too much, and he yanks you down against him hard, his cock pulsing inside you.

You whimper and slump into his chest, hands sliding from the back of the seat down the crisp cotton of his shirtsleeves, fingertips tracing the shape of his biceps through the fabric.

“I should be a blonde more often.” Your voice is teasing as you breathe against his cheek.

“Don’t give a shit what color hair you have.” He turns his head to see your eyes – blinking soft and slow, close enough they blur. “As long as you come back to me.”

“Always, David.” You sigh – another gentle roll of your hips sends a shiver through you, and he pulls closer. “Always.”

[mothandpidgeon]

This blew my fucking mind. Giving me all my sexy spy fantasies.

You get Dave so perfectly. The violent jealousy and the desire and the patience. I’m sweating. Absolutely delicious.

[goodwithcheese-deactivated20250]

Eep! Thank you! I love these two and getting to write something really different than my usual stuff is a treat. I appreciate you reading and loving them like I do!💜

[goodwithcheese-deactivated20250]

hi 💍 ✨ I’m hoping to spread a little love around today (it is someone’s birthday after all — so you might see others answering this)!

I am a big fan of people enjoying cake and celebrating, and sometimes cake can be just tooting your own horn 💁‍♀️ so with that in mind, I’d love to know what THREE pieces of work you’re super proud of that you’d recommend others reading, and why 🍰

My wife! In my inbox! Inviting me to talk about ME!

It feels like it's MY birthday! 💜

First, I love your cake philosophy and how you so generously celebrate me and your other loves whenever we accomplish anything. You are, to be clear, WONDERFUL.

Now to answer your question.

Paranoid Heart. I'm really proud of this one. I think it's the most complex thing I've written, in terms of both plot and character work, and I think it reflects my view of myself as a writer: funny, detail-driven, and ideally unhurried. I took my time with this one and I love it so much.

Medicine. This was my first Joel and also my first story told entirely from the Pedro character's perspective. I'd never had the experience of having an idea and sort of watching it fall fully formed on the page until this story, so it was really exciting when it happened. And I also love how quiet and nurturing this story felt - it's a tone I don't think I set often in my work, so that was enjoyable.

Speaking of tone shifts, my most recent favorite thing I've written is Out of Sight. It's a wild departure for me from my usual dirty Hallmark movies, and I felt like I had to extend some trust to myself that I could write something different AND not alienate the readers who have been so kind to me. This felt like I managed it. I know Dave York isn't for everyone, but maybe they need to just try MY Dave York. 😏

Thank you for letting me stroke my own ego, Jo! Love you!

[jadorepunk]

Sierra Leone

pairing: post-outbreak joel x f!reader genre: smut, light fluff

warning: explicit (18+)

word count: 2k

summary: you and Joel have been meeting up like this for a while, just a quick exchange of pleasure. that's it. for sure.

c/w: no use of y/n, grinding, dry humping, brief oral (m!receiving), make-outs, hickies (m! and f!receiving), daddy kink (reader calls joel it, Joel refers to himself as daddy a couple of times), Joel calls reader angel, baby, and darling, missionary, 4 pussy slaps, light breeding kink, creampie, underlying pinning (mutual), angst if you squint, recently edited

Your meetings are a fog of a thing. More of a concept than feasibly attainable. more of a feeling than solid. A hot breath dispelled to mingle around two sweaty bodies that are more need than the person. You both understand each other. That's the only reason it's impossible to let go.

That's what you tell yourself, grinding down on his lap without meaning to, without remorse, shoes kicked off somewhere in his hallway.

Joel's gasp is a bubbly thing, trickling out his throat like pleasure is trying to swallow it down at the same time it's scraping out the gravel of his Texan accent. His rough hands are splayed across your hips, lazy, as if it's just second nature. As if they've always been there. He never asks you for anything, not verbally, at least. But after so many rendezvous in the silence of his house, you've come to familiarize yourself with his “tells.” So when his chin almost bobs and eyes flutter from your eyes to your lips, you know what it is he wants. He's never been very good at hiding it from you, not even in the beginning.

When your wet lips meet his. He sighs, evidently relieved, aroused. You watch his candle-lit jeans get tighter and run a hand down the dark worn denim, cupping the heat and weight of him as well as you can through the dividers. A wax-thick heat runs straight through your cunt as you watch pink splotches bloom across his collarbone and travel up his neck as if an infected had just bit him there. You think to yourself almost incessantly about how badly you want to feel the weight of him, as much as you can from how he's sat on his couch. An arm around you, a heavy cock against you, just feel him in a way that traps you - mold you - against him. Pretty brown eyes drink you in, and almost squint in a smile as he reads your mind, snakes a hand under his jeans, lifts you against his chest, and shucks them off letting you fall back on his lap, leaving a hand on your hip, but letting the other wrap-around as much of you he can. Your poker face is no better than his.

Your words are breathed into the surrounding air, “Doesn't seem so fair for you to be half naked and me covered.”

They'll be gone after this little thing between you two is over, but you can watch him cherish them, anyway. Your heart swells.

“How'r gonna fix that then, Angel? Whaddya think we do about it?” He asks you in a voice just over a whisper, head tilting to the side, feigning coyness.

Cute.

You steal another kiss from his lips, like a kid swiping a cookie from a jar, and lift off his lap, standing close to his long legs. You wore little, to begin with, not being bothered by the cold as you winded through your door and alleyways. So when you peel off your sweater, Joel's pleasantly surprised to see you've got nothing on under. His cock jumps in his boxers. He palms himself as your hands slip down your jeans and tights.

No underwear.

“F-uck, darlin’ wonder if those guys ou’there knew how little they'd have to peel off to see all that.”

He takes the time between you peeling off your underwear to shuck his shirt off. His hand is just about to find his waistband, but you beat him to it, sinking onto your knees down to his carpet.

“Wonder if they'd know just what you'd do to them if they had.”

That seems to quiet him, but he smiles down at you, agreement found somewhere behind those pretty brown eyes. Even if you two tell yourselves this is just releasing tension, stress relief, he'd lose his top at the idea of sharing. Why should he when he only shares what's his with you? He doesn't bother saying that because it sounds a bit too much like something he definitely cannot say. Not if he wants to keep reliving the look on your face when his cock springs out of its cotton confines.

He's the closest thing you've seen to perfection. More than you'd ever admit. Enough to mentally become your standard. soft, bicolored hair, strong nose, dopey eyes, deep wrinkles, rough scruff, a checklist of traits. You can find another guy with enough of those traits if you need to, if the time ever presented itself, if you and Joel ever fell out of orbit.

But his cock - now that's something you think you'd have to search far and wide for. and even then you'd still prefer the one with pre pebbling over the tip, bobbing between your eyes in front of you. It's big. He knows it's the biggest you've ever taken, you've told him so the first time he fucked you. Like most of Joel, you know his cock like you know yourself. Know where he likes you to hold it, so you massage his balls with one and grip the base of his cock with the other, drawing a low groan from his lips, making you impossibly wetter. you know where to lick and suck to get him teetering on the edge of his orgasm the fastest, so swallow the cum that's escaped his cock, let it sit on your tongue until you've collected enough saliva to spit it back down on his cock. The sigh is undoubtedly obscene, but you know that's how he loves it, so you hollow your cheeks around him and sink till you're nosing the hair at his base and he's sighing.

“Atta g-irl,” he whispers, running a hand through your hair and down his couch cushions.

You moan something unintelligible at the praise and pick up your pace. Licking the underside of his cock until you have to rise for air, suck around his tip while your hand continues stroking him. You peer up through your wetting lashes, and watch Joel's pudgy chest flex and tighten with every bob of your head. Your eyes take in his thrown-back head, thinking of how you'll suck bruises into his neck later. Your speed builds and builds until he's bucking into your mouth and his groans melt into more moans than anything. You detach yourself from his cock, drool pooling down your chin to show his balls a bit of love. Flicking your tongue between them and sucking one into your mouth, circling your tongue around the same way you do to his tip. You listen to his moans turn more breathy, colliding against the words you've spoken up around you guys somewhere and becoming something only identifiable by the two of you. Something bordering on sacred. He has to pull you off of him to keep from coming too soon.

His sweaty palms slip from your shoulders up to cradle your face, a softness specific for you and no one else. This Joel Miller is for your eyes only, touch only, pleasure, and that dizzies you enough to have you messily kissing his cum into his mouth as he kicks his boxers all the way off and spins your body around his, caging you to his couch.

You pout, “Wanted to ride you…” you mumble, spoiled on previous privileges of the burn in your thighs as you'd bounced on him with so much fervor you'd been paranoid his neighbors knew what you'd done just by the sound of skin slapping. As if they hadn't caught on a long, long time before.

He's confused, “I haven't even touched you yet.”

“Don't need you to,” You tell him, wrapping your legs around his back to cage him into you. “'M wet enough for you to just fuck me now.”

Brown eyes widen down at you, and you watch his Adam's apple bob with a gulp, “Is that right?”

You nod, too preoccupied with the buzzing heat vibrating through your core to care about foreplay. You need his cock. And you know he'll give it to you. No matter how much he loves eating you out, he'll give you anything you ask for. And that makes you drip even more.

“You've been waitin’ long enough for it, haven't you,” He coos. You have.

He doesn't bother pumping his cock before swiping it through your folds, it'll just make him cum faster. just soaks himself on the essence of you with his lip tucked between a row of teeth and you watch as a drop of sweat rolls down his face.

“Eyes on me, Angel. Watch me as I fuck this needy pussy,” He orders, and you listen, almost nodding, but your mouth drops in a silent gasp as the weight of him slowly pushes through you. You'll never get used to taking him, but you don't think you'd want to, anyway.

“F-uck Daddy,” You moan a name you know will rile him up.

And much like clockwork, you watch his jaw clench, feel hot air dispel from his nose, and feel him throb and he picks up his pace inside you.

He keeps those steady thrusts inside you for a while, and you can get there just with how he's fucking into you, telling by the white heat that threatens to flash and cover your body like the film-like sweat. But he hooks his strong arm around your thighs and pushes so deep into you, you scream out something you can't fully comprehend. You doubt it was even a word, anyway.

He whispers to you as you cry out at the feeling of his cock pistoning inside you, clawing at anything you can get your hands on. “Yeah? you like it when Daddy fucks his baby's pussy like this?” He asks, bringing a hand down to cover your mound. You'll feel embarrassed for how eagerly you nod at his words later, but you're already too cockdrunk to care. And when he fucks into that spot that has you seeing stars, your eyes snap shut as you moan out his name.

But just as soon as you do that, a sharp blow is landed on your pussy and your eyes damn near bulge out of your head as you choke out a sob.

“What did I - fuck - say bout those eyes, Angel? Keep. Them. Fucking. open,” He groans, punctuating each word with a thrust.

And the strength from his hit just makes the coil in your gut twist tighter. And of course, he notices, nothing about you gets past Joel. Not when he can feel every clench and gush from you. Not when your eyes bore into him as he fucks you with so much speed your back burns from rubbing against the couch. The plump of his lip splits into a nasty smirk and his face dips into the crevice of your neck, fitting perfectly between you as Joel always has.

“Naughty girl,” is all he says, before sucking bruises into your soft skin and slamming another hand down on your clit once. You have to fight to keep your eyes open. Then twice, angling his cock up just enough to brush against the spot that has your orgasm heat into something sharper. And as you scream after another slap, the pleasure is too hard to stall and the dam breaks and you squirt all over Joel.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!”

It's not the first time he's made you squirt, but by the sounds he makes after you almost think you're back in his bedroom, tied up to his bed frame again. He’s not gonna last long, not after that, not after the intoxicating moan he sang. And it's your turn to tease him.

“Gonna shoot your load down my cunt?” You ask, throat raw and evidently fucked out, already knowing the answer. But you ask anyway just to watch his mouth drop as he ruts against you. “Yea-f uckk- yes, gonna fuckin’ fill you.”

“Then fill me. F-fill me so I can still feel you drip out me when I walk home,” you tell him, bringing your hands up to cup his face.

And as he melts into your palms, so does an expression Joel Miller only shows you. But you don't have a name for the sweat and flush, or the softness of his gaze. You can't say it's not a gaze you've mirrored. A gaze you don't know how to name yourself, or are simply too scared to. So instead of basking in it, you ignore the part of you that yearns for it, and the words that dance around you with candle smoke, and the intimacy of it all, and tell him to fucking breed you.

And his face fucking falls as a loud moan pushes through his gut and he empties himself inside you, painting the inside of you white. He rides out his high inside you with soft thrusts for a while longer until he's collapsing on top of you, cock softening.

The little voice in the back of your mind chants for you to mark him. Bounces off the walls of your brain until it sounds like as natural an action as breathing, so you tilt your head just enough to suck into his neck. You bite and lick into him and pull back to watch blue and purple flower-like bruises bloom on his tan skin. As if it were second nature, you slide your head up to catch his lips with yours, not caring about how filthy you must feel. And his mouth opens up so easily because Joel is always willing to give you what you want. Lines blur every time you two collide, but you don't pay it enough mind to heed the warnings. Don't question when that voice formed, the way he'd been so willing to breed you, the way you told him to. Not to the words you've said from previous moments that have conjured themselves up once again, kissing the ones you've said today, familiarizing themselves, melding into something messy. You ignore them, picture a solar eclipse of consequences on the horizon, and ignore them too. You blame it on being cockdrunk.

“Joel,” you whisper after a while of him catching his breath.

“Hmm?”

“’Ts late.”

He nods into your neck.

“I should go.”

“You should go,” he agrees, smacking his lips against each other slowly, nosing the spot under your ear.

And maybe that solar eclipse is scheduled to happen soon, and when you walk out you'll be blinded by the feeling of emptiness you've come to find it Joel-shaped (or at least Joel's-cock-shaped), and be so overwhelmed it makes you act stupid with desperation. Because Joel doesn't make any move, and you don't mention leaving again. Just let the fatigue of a good orgasm sing you to sleep, with Joel sprawled over you like a weighted blanket.

And maybe this thing is not impossible to let go. You could slip through his doors again and never see him again. Find some guy who checks enough boxes to lay you down, trying to fill the hole Joel's practically come to own, and let tge memories fade into something obscure. You just don't want to. And that's more dangerous than any infected you've encountered.

[noxturnalnymph]

Devotion 🖤 Masterlist

Series Summary: When is it enough? When is it too much? When does Devotion become Obsession?

I. Stronger Together CH 1 CH 2 CH 3

II. Predator or Prey? CH 4 CH 5 CH 6 CH 7 updating 4/5 CH 8

III. Path to the Future CH 9 CH 10 CH 11

Series Warnings: 18+ MDNI, canon-typical violence/death, death of clickers, guns, blood/injury, references to previous SAs (not described), Reader has low self worth & trauma, this group/cult is not feminist - women aren’t treated as equals, Joel has sexual relationships with other characters (not described in detail), possessiveness, manipulation, stalking/spying on, Joel gets mean, DubCon Oral, Joel gets abusive (verbally, mentally, physically (he hits, throws, and bites), thoughts of self-harm and suicide, talk of periods & pregnancy, unprotected PiV, oral sex (m & f receiving), come eating, DIRTY TALK, brief reference to breeding kink and creampie kink (but reader does NOT get pregnant in this story).

A/N: OBVIOUSLY this is canon-divergent, but it is post-outbreak. The events of outbreak day have not changed (sorry Sarah). Reader does have a developed background that plays heavily in her character arc, so in that sense she is very much an OC. Reader has a nickname and some minor physical descriptions.

LAYOUT OF JOEL'S HOUSE

*🖤*NOTES ABOUT THE CULT & JOEL BELOW*🖤*

ABOUT THE CULT

The Cult's Core Ideology

Build up a community (and supplies) to return to a thriving society that can keep people safe & find a cure.

The Cult Operates by its 3 Tenants:

How Joel does it (what he "preaches")

I. Build Trust (We are Stronger Together)

Makes people feel beautiful, important, HEARD

Shares the wealth (food, shelter, women)

Seeks Power & Control to get others to help him

II. Us vs Them (The Predator Vs The Prey)

FEDRA is the enemy, do not trust them

Assimilate or Destroy all other people/groups

Attack them before they attack you

III. Gather & Prepare (Create a Path to the Future)

You can never have enough, always take take take take

The community you create now will determine future society (fair, honest, hardworking)

Once you are well-prepared and rebuild, you can work on finding a cure

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Notes about Joel and the Cult:

He and Tess began this community together in 2010 after they met Bill and Frank and they felt that the QZ was becoming too dangerous and unstable. They settled in a small, remote town in the mountains of Vermont. Tess helps him "run" the community but she has a submissive role. (Their dynamic here is different from canon.) Tess has his respect probably more than anyone else does but she is not looked upon like an equal by anyone in the community.

Timeline/Ages:

This takes place in the fall of 2012, so It’s been 9 years since outbreak day. Joel is 45, my HC for Reader is Early 30's (Tess is 39/40). Reader's exact age isn't given, but she was in her early 20's on outbreak day and I wanted her to have experienced a fair taste of an adult life before the world ended. I didn't want to write the reader as inexperienced or with too large of an age-gap, although I think 11-14 years is still pretty significant. She has a history that plays a significant role in her personality (wary, untrusting). She has been hurt/abused by men - both those that took advantage of her when she was young, as well as by those that she trusted/loved. There are very few physical descriptions but she is very much an OC. Note that her age is not something that's explicitly mentioned because I did want to keep it inclusive. I hope everyone who wants to read this can use their imagination to fit themselves into the story in a meaningful way.🖤

[beskarandblasters-deactivated20]

I Want It, I Got It

Sugar Daddy!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Ways to help Palestine

Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Author’s note: Everyone say ✨thank you David✨ (my boyfriend) for this since it’s based off of a personal experience! 🤭 Thank you to @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for beta reading! 🩷

Summary: Joel gives you unlimited access to his credit card to shop online while he eats you out.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, no outbreak AU, porn with little plot, no age specified for reader, reader sits on Joel’s lap, established sugar daddy relationship, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, squirting, pet names (angel, baby), no use of y/n

Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics Fic recs: @kelbellsficrecs

“Angel?” Joel asks, looking over at you from his armchair. 

“What is it?” you ask, glancing up from your book.

He pats his lap, signaling for you to take your rightful place. You place your bookmark and gingerly sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I have an idea.”

“Okay,” you nod.

“A new way for me to spoil you.”

Your eyes widen as you cock your head to the side, “What is it?”

He reaches for his wallet in his back pocket and hands it to you, his thumb tapping his American Express black card in the top sleeve. 

“I give you this and let you order whatever you want while I eat that pretty pussy of yours.”

“Really?” you ask, mouth falling open and eyes lighting up.

“Mhm…” he says, trailing his hand up your thigh, “Bedroom. Now.”

You hop off his lap and walk to the bedroom with Joel following behind. He gives you a firm slap on your ass as you walk, getting a giggle out of you. You shed your t-shirt and sweatpants, tossing them in a pile on the floor but making sure to keep your phone and his wallet. You lie on the bed with your legs spread out as Joel situates himself between your thighs. For some reason, you’re nervous to do this. It’s not like Joel doesn’t spoil you constantly but never like this. 

“Get my card out, angel,” he says, wrapping his arms around your thighs.

You slide out his card from the sleeve and run your fingers over the sleek, black metal just as he slowly licks your cunt, catching you by surprise. 

“What are you waiting for? Treat yourself, baby.”

“O-Okay,” you breathe, opening the browser on your phone.

The first thing you can think of is lingerie so you search for Victoria’s Secret, scrolling through their endless catalog of bras, slips, babydolls, and garter belts. You stop at a black and red lacey set and turn your phone around to show Joel with shaky hands. 

“I was thinking of getting this?”

He stops licking your pussy to look at the screen before chuckling to himself.

“What?” you ask.

“Baby, I don’t care what you get,” he says, lowering his head in front of your cunt again, “I just want you to buy whatever the fuck you want… Okay?”

You nod as he returns to licking your cunt. His tongue expertly flicks around your folds, outlining your entrance before making its way to your clit. You add the set to your cart and type in his credit card details along with your address. 

Just as you place the order he pulls an orgasm from you. It’s so intense you have to put your phone and his card down to grip the sheets for purchase. Euphoric bliss washes over you but also a part of you is a little bummed… Is that it? Is he done spoiling you?

You go to prop yourself up on your elbows but his large hand presses gently on your tummy to coax you to lie back down. 

“Not done, angel,” he says, lapping your release.

You grab your phone and his card again, shakily searching for the next website you’re going to shop on. An ad you got on Instagram for jewelry crosses your mind. They were selling necklaces with initials on them and you jokingly thought to yourself you’d get a J for Joel. Except now it’s not a joke anymore. 

You pull the website up and end up picking out a set– a gold necklace with a J and a necklace that says Angel, Joel’s favorite nickname for you. The J necklace is a shorter length than the Angel necklace so you can wear them together. You’re tempted to show Joel but then you remember he doesn’t care what you buy. He just wants to spoil you. 

You order the necklaces as Joel’s mouth latches to your clit. Your vision goes out of focus for a second, the screen looking blurry as your pleasure builds, your second orgasm nearing. Your back arches off the bed and stars dance in your already fuzzy vision. Your moans fill the bedroom and Joel hums into you as you cum. Your pussy clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled already. 

As you come down from your high you search for your third purchase, wondering how many you’ll get to make tonight. You type in the website for your favorite online clothing boutique. And now you’re letting loose. You throw in dresses, skirts, pants, shirts, and a few pairs of shoes into the cart. You’re at the point where you don’t even need to look at his card to type in the numbers anymore, it’s all memorized now. This detail doesn’t go unnoticed.

He pulls away and smiles at you, facial hair glistening with your spend.

“You don’t even need to look at my card anymore, do ya?”

“N-No,” you say, chuckling with a shaky breath.

“Don’t stop now,” he says before placing his fingers in his mouth. As his tongue returns to your clit he inserts a finger inside you. You writhe on the bed while his finger presses against your g-spot. Your third orgasm is going to arrive soon if he keeps it up. It doesn’t take long for a second finger to be added, both fingers expertly making a come here motion. With one last swirl of his tongue and the motion of his fingers, you cum again. And this time it’s even wetter than the previous two. 

You squirted. Liquid pools on the bed underneath you and runs down your thighs. You put the phone down and look between your legs. Joel’s eyes widen once he realizes what happened. He hums at the taste and amount of wetness you just produced. Your legs are trembling and tears well up on your lash line. You’re spent and if you wanted to cum again you don’t know if you could. Only Joel could make you cum hard three times in a row. 

You lie back down on the bed and feel the soreness arise in your core. Joel pulls away and if you thought his face was wet before… Now it’s soaked. 

“All done?” he asks playfully.

“All done,” you nod.

“Good job, angel. Such a good girl coming like that for me,” he says, moving from in between your thighs and lying beside you. 

You hand him his hard and his wallet back as he pulls you into his chest. 

“Now that you know my card number by heart… Order whatever you want whenever you want, angel.”

“...Really?” you ask, pulling away to look at him with a bewildered look.

“Mhm.”

You kiss him and taste yourself on his lips before resting in the crook of his neck. He rubs your back and lulls you to sleep, dreaming about all the packages you’re going to get in the mail. 

Dividers by @saradika-graphics 🩷

[hellishjoel]

kicking, screaming into my pillow, and thanking david <3

[pedropascal24-7]

[misspascaliverse]

His nervous hand. His stuttering. He's so damn cute. I just wonder what it's like to be near him and have him smile at you. You know? He's precious.

[hellishjoel]

table for two | masterlist

linecook!frankie morales x waitress f!reader

series summary: Tommy’s Diner is where dreams go to die and burnouts clock-in for work. Waitressing would be boring without the flirtatious distractions of line cook Frankie Morales.

chapter one: slow shift* You and Frankie do a small celebration in honor of your manager's birthday. Frankie distracts you while trying to cut the cake.

chapter two: surfing the crimson wave* You lash out at Frankie, he unexpectedly does you a kindness. You thank him in his truck the best way you know how. 

chapter three: playing hooky* Frankie calls in sick for his shift. You simply must investigate. 

chapter four: sunnyside cemetery* A ghost haunts the kitchen. Or does it? A spooky night at the cemetery forces your feelings for Frankie to come to a head. 

chapter five: tequila!* A night off and some well deserved drinks put you and frankie in the same spot on a Friday night. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

extras: ➢table for two moodboard by @cavillscurls

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[misspascaliverse]

Oh, I love Frankie sooooo much.

[xdaddysprincessxx]

Say your prayers little girl

Vampire Priest Joel Miller x f!stripper reader

Warnings: Dark fic/Dead Dove, non/dubcon (non bc he uses his powers on her taking away her consent but she does want it), religious theme, p in v (wrap ya dick kids), vampirism, blood, neck biting, mentions of sex work, oral (f receiving), dark fluff?? (The ending ended up softer than I intended), squirting, I believe that’s it!

Summary: Working in the adult industry tends to leave a bad taste in people’s mouth when they find out about your job. Growing up the church has been the only place you’ve been able to find solace and that’s where you seek solace now.

A/n: So I have no experience fucking vampiric priests but I do have religious trauma and a deep seeded need to fuck creatures of the night. Lightly edited, not beta’d, all mistakes are mine! Enjoy!(:

(Mood board made by moi 😇)

Living in LA is nothing like you imagined. Growing up in the Midwest, you moved out here for a fresh start with the hopes and dreams of becoming a movie star. Those hopes and dreams were dashed rather quickly when you struggled to find acting jobs and instead had to resort to working at a high end gentleman’s club. If you were being honest you did enjoy working at the club. You liked the attention, you liked the other dancers but most of all the money. However outside of the club it seemed as though everyone knew what you did for a living and despised you for it. Never in your life have you felt so judged by every passing face. You purposely wear an extra large hoodie with the hood up and sweat pants on just to go to the grocery store.

After working at the club for a few months, one night, around 3am, you were just getting off work. It was a chilly early Sunday morning, the streets covered in fog. Normally you drive to and from work but this particular night you didn’t have your car since it broke down on you a few nights ago. Walking the few blocks to your apartment you just happened to glance down the street you were crossing and saw a church sitting on the corner. Having only lived in the area for a few months, you hadn’t really explored it. Noticing the church doors were open, you decided to walk down to the church and take a peek inside. You grew up in the church. Your family went every sunday, your mom was the Sunday school teacher and your father and brothers regularly volunteered to help be alter boys or set up for fundraisers or whatever else the church needed. You always struggled with what they taught and stood for. If God is the one and only that you should worship why are we praying to all of these patron saints? If God answers prayers why isn’t he answering the prayers of those starving? Of those that are abused or dying from illness? Why does Debra from Mississippi who is judgmental and mean to others get her prayers of a fancy new car get answered but not little Susie who prays she gets taken away from her abusive father? At a rather young age, you struggled immensely with your faith and beliefs but you always found the church to be a place of comfort.

Approaching the front doors you notice some lights were on and someone was playing the organ. You slowly walked up the steps and went through the doors. As you walked in, there were pews on either side, a few random stragglers scattered all over and in front was an alter of Mary surrounded by lit candles and flowers laid at her feet. You passed the first two pews, choosing to stand in the back and just observe. You could hear someone quietly crying and sniffling, a couple of others whispering the rosary and before you know it you can hear soft footsteps behind you.

The sound of a man clearing his throat comes from behind you, making you jump and turn around.

“Well hello there. And who might you be?” says the priest with a smile.

Putting your hand over your fast beating heart, “Oh hi I’m so sorry Father. I saw the doors were open and I couldn’t help myself. I’ve always found comfort in the church.” You tell him as you introduce yourself.

“It’s very nice to meet you sweetheart, I’m Father Joel. Unfortunately we are about to close for the day. You see we like to keep rather strange hours for those who seek out the lord when others are usually in bed. But we will open back up at 10 o’clock tonight if you would like to come back.” He says sweetly as he touches your arm. You can’t help but have this overwhelming feeling of calm. You feel safe and wanted? Your not sure if wanted is the right word but it’s the closest to what you feel. The two of you smile at each other as the priest lifts open his other arm as a guide for you to go back out the doors you entered. You cast your eyes down as you walk back out into the early morning fog. Before you go to step down you turn back around only to be greeted by closed doors.

Hmm that’s weird. You didn’t hear the doors shut. In fact you didn’t hear anything nor did you see the other people leave. Confused as to what just happened you continue on your way back home.

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It’s been six months since you first discovered the church. You try to go as often as you can finding comfort not only in the church but with Father Joel as well. It didn’t take long for him to catch on to what you did for a living. But he never made you feel bad for it. In fact he seemed to be proud of you. One night you were on stage at work and you swore you saw his face in the crowd. That same night you found an envelope in your locker stuffed with money. Five thousand dollars to be exact. But today you decided to take the night off and go spend time at the church. The real reason why you liked to spend so much time there was Father Joel. You couldn’t help but be attracted to him. He had these beautiful brown eyes, fluffy curls on top of his head, the sweetest smile he seemed to save just for you. Oh and his smell! He had this scent to him, a clean yet woodsy scent that never failed to travel from your nose directly to your cunt. Ever since you’ve met him, you’ve been having these dreams of Father Joel. In these dreams you usually run into him in random places, sometimes it’s your house other times it’s a trail in a park you find yourself walking on. But every time he always gives you this look, a rather creepy smile and his eyes change color making him look evil before he dips his head down and kisses your throat. Always leaving kisses on your throat, kissing up your neck, nibbling on your ear sending the most delicious chills up your spine. You always feel this mix of being scared of him and also needing him so bad you might explode if he doesn’t touch you. Most of the dreams are just that. Running into Father Joel, him kissing your throat and neck and then you wake up. However lately the dreams have gone further. He’s started kissing your lips, you swear it feels as though he is actually pushing his tongue into your mouth and he’ll undress you leaving you naked and vulnerable. All for him he’d say as his eyes scan your body much like a predator would size up its prey. In your dream last night it was the same thing except this time after Father Joel undressed you he pulled his cock out, turned you around and pushed his cock in in one thrust. It felt so real you almost forgot it was a dream. He thrusted only a few times before you woke up only to be laying on a wet spot. As you jumped up off the bed, you gave it a quick sniff to make sure you didn’t pee. And sure enough it wasn’t pee. You must have been so turned on from your dream that your juices leaked out of your panties and left a little spot on your sheets.

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It’s already 11 o’clock at night when you make your way to the church. Wearing your favorite black dress with cap sleeves that hang off the shoulder and the bottom hits a little above your knees, you already feel better as you come into view of your sanctuary. Walking right in you immediately run into Father Joel hitting him square in the chest.

“Woah there little one. Not so fast now” he chuckles as he helps you straighten yourself back up. His hands holding your biceps as he stills and just stares at you.

“Father Joel I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!” You say breathlessly with a chuckle. Your smile almost wiped clean off your face when you see the way he’s looking at you. His eyes. . .

Almost in a flash his eyes go back to their normal brown shade and he smiles at you again.

“You look beautiful tonight. Go on go find a seat in the front row. I’ll be in there soon.” Father Joel tells you. As if by magic you quickly walk to the front pew and sit down. You body moved automatically as if you had no say in your body at all.

Folding your hands in your lap, you look straight ahead at the alter of Mary. Her statue looks as if she’s looking down at you with a soft,caring look on her face. A look that’s almost as if she feels sorry for you.

Soon enough you feel Father Joel’s presence next to you. However you’re stuck. Frantically moving your eyes all around, You realize you can’t move your neck or your arms or any part of your body. Starting to feel scared, your stuck sitting down, facing forward with your hands in your lap. That’s when you feel Father Joel’s hand land on your thigh.

“You know sweetheart it’s not appropriate to wear pretty little dresses like this to church.” Comes his husky low voice whispering in your ear, “especially at night all alone.” His hand starts to slowly move up your thigh, pushing your dress up.

Gasping as if you’re just now able to catch your breath, you can feel your body and your able to move again. You barely move your head to the left when you felt his face on yours. His nose brushes your cheek and you can feel his warm breath on your face. His lips almost touching your cheek.

“You never know who or what you’ll run into sweetheart.” He says as he continues to push up your dress, his thumb rubbing your thigh. Soon your dress is pushed all the way up, exposing your black panties underneath.

“Oh sweetheart,” he says tsking, “you’re wet. Don’t you know lust is a sin baby?” Father Joel said in a very low, hushed tone. He took his finger and rubbed up your clothed slit making you notice the wet spot on your panties.

Sucking his teeth he makes a disappointing noise,

“F-fa-father Joel w-what are you doing? I- we we can’t do this! Y-you’re a priest.” You hurriedly whispered to him. In your head you wanted him to touch you, you wanted your dreams to come true but you also knew he took vows as a priest. There was no way he could ever have relations with you. Not in the way you wanted.

“Oh sweetheart don’t be so naive,” he says as he nips at your neck, “I never said I was a good man. I never said I was a man at all.”

Terrified at the last thing he just said, you turn to face him and that’s when you see his pupils have gone black and his lips pushed back, exposing fangs.

You gasp, eyes go wide as you take in the sight of a man you thought you knew.

“Now get on your knees and pray.” He demands.

Your body obeys his demands as you sink to your knees and you bend forward, resting on your forearms, clasping your hands together as your bow your head in prayer.

You happen to glance up at the statue of Mary and she’s crying tears of blood! The flames of the candles seem to be flickering even higher and you notice there’s no other noise, no music, no murmurs. You feel Father Joel kneel behind you, his big hands gripping your hips and bringing your ass to meet his crotch.

“Mm you’re such a good, obedient little one,” Joel croons as he grabs your hair and pulls you up so your back is touching his chest, “Don’t worry baby you’ll like this next part.” Smirking, he whispers in your ear before opening his mouth and biting down on your neck just below your ear.

Your mouth drops open in a silent scream, the searing pain you feel from the bite. Tears start to fall down your face, you’ve never felt a worse pain than this. The pain seems to get worse, you can feel him sucking the area he just bit. All too soon you feel your energy drain.

Licking his lips, “Mm you have the sweetest taste my little one. You’re mine now. Your blood is mine, your body is mine.” He says in a hushed tone as he begins to lick your wound, laying chaste kisses on and around it as he goes. As weak as you are, you can’t help but feel these licks and kisses, it’s almost as if they’re in high definition. In fact all your senses feel sharper, more defined. Joel brings his wrist up to his mouth slicing open his wrist on a fang.

“Open wide my little one, I need you to drink the body and blood of your savior.” Joel says as he lifts his bleeding wrist to your open mouth. You suddenly find yourself extremely thirsty, your throat burning. When he offers his wrist, you suck down every drop greedily.

“Mm ooohh yes just like that baby drink every drop.” He moans out loud. Hearing him moan as you drink from him turns you on. Makes you want to do more to cause him to make those sounds.

Your face is covered in blood just like Father Joel’s as he pulls his wrist from your mouth and shoves your head down, forcing you back into a bow.

"Give your body to me now, let your savior in little one." Joel grunts out as he let's go of the back of your head and reaches down to pull your panties down. They drop around your knees, your hands go to clasp in prayer again as you feel him pull his cock out and rub it up and down your soaked folds.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, my cunt craves your cock Father. Please fuck me. Use my body, it's yours." You confess to him. This man, this creature, whoever and whatever he is; you want him. Your very soul now craves him.

Grunting, Joel slowly dips the head of his cock in your entrance, just barely giving you the tip before he pulls back and dips back in, giving you a little at a time. After a few teases, he pulls out and thrusts his cock in in one swift motion, filling you like no one has ever filled you. He begins to pump his cock in and out, you can feel your walls stretching just to try and accommodate his length.

"Ooohhgg nnggg yes father!! Oh fuck me! Fuck my cunt father!" You moan loudly, without a care in the world, "My body is yours! All yours! Fuck your cunt Father!" You scream out as he continues to pound into you mercilessly.

Hearing you declare yourself to him has Joel ready to bust. He's been watching you this entire time. From the very first meeting that he orchestrated, he knew you'd be so sweet and everything he wants and needs. He first saw you walking into the club, you looked too young and innocent to be a dancer. He immediately tapped into your thoughts and was able to discover everything he needed to know. Like how you're new to the area and very much alone and how you struggle with your faith in God but find comfort in the church. That gave him the idea to set up a trap just for you. See Joel owned this house on the corner. It's one of many, and this particular one, he decided to decorate it like a church. One day, he just happened to walk by your apartment and saw your car parked out front. Good thing he happened to be there because your car was leaking fluids, and Joel just happened to have a knife on him and he cut your fluid lines. It took you a couple of days but eventually, you stumbled upon his church and now he has you right where he wants you.

Joel continues to pound into you over and over, spearing you on his cock. The head kisses your cervix, making you scream out in pleasure. You can’t help but fuck yourself back on his cock. Pushing back on him almost as hard as he’s pushing into you. You feel yourself getting so close, never having felt a cock fuck you so good you came from penetration alone. You just need a little bit of attention to your clit.

“Fuck that’s it baby just like that. Fuck yourself on my cock. Nngh ooh oh fuck”

You feel Father Joel’s thrusts start to stutter, after a few more thrusts you can feel his dick pulse inside you, coating your walls with his thick load. You let out a whine as you feel him pull out. You were so close to coming, if only you could’ve touched yourself a little bit you would’ve came but he finished before you got a chance.

Joel pulls out and holds your pussy lips open with his thumbs as he admires his cum slowly pushing out of your entrance.

Hearing your whine Joel grabs your hips and helps roll you on your back. Once your completely on your back, he opens your legs, pushing your knees back up in your chest,

“Oh you poor thing. You didn’t get to cum yet did you? You just let me use this pretty little cunt huh? Don’t worry sweetheart it’s my turn to worship your heavenly body at the alter I built just for you.” Joel says to your sore pussy. Looking down at Father Joel, watching him stare at your cunt has you whimpering as he lowers his face and licks a wide stripe up your slit. Holding your legs up and he keeps his hands on the backs of your thighs, you can’t help but gush even more as he begins to suck on your clit as though it’s the most delicious piece of hard candy he’s ever tasted. You feel your high begin to build again in no time.

Joel can’t help but moan into your pussy. The taste of you and him combined is the sweetest nectar he has had the pleasure of experiencing. He starts to swirl his tongue around your clit while simultaneously sucking on it making you squirm around. His grip on your thighs tightens as he continues to feast from your body.

“Ooh oh fuck right there! Right there! Oh fuck! Yessss!” You scream out loud as you hit the hardest orgasm you’ve ever received. You pussy gushes so hard you actually squirt, watching it hit Joel in the face. He has a look of intense hunger as he opens his mouth to collect every drop.

Joel’s mouth leaves your body as you continue to lay there with legs shaking. He slowly lifts up and looks at you with a devilish grin.

“Let’s get you home and cleaned up my love. There’s a lot I have to teach you and show you now that you’re mine.” Joel says as he pulls your panties up. Finally starting to get your wits about you, you realize your covered in blood. So is he. Joel goes to stand to fix himself when he rips the white collar out,

“Don’t need this anymore” he chuckles as he throws it to the side. He reaches back down, placing an arm under your back and the other arm under your legs and picking you up like a baby, cradling you to his body.

Glancing around the empty church, “Father Joel what happened to the other people who were in here?” You ask.

“ Just Joel baby. You can call me Joel. And they were all an illusion my love. Merely a figment of your imagination. I had to make this church believable for you sweetheart. If I kept it empty you would’ve been suspicious. I couldn’t have that now could I?” He replies.

Despite all of the red flags that have been going off, you are perfectly content. Happy to be in his arms as he walks out the doors and down the steps to a car parked outside. Carefully opening the door, Joel sits you down in the passenger seat before shutting the door and walking around to the drivers side to get in.

Once inside the car, Joel starts up the engine and goes to grab your hand,

“Let’s go home my love” he says to you smiling. You smile back at him, ready to spend the rest of your days by his side.

A/n: I hope y’all enjoyed this! It literally came to me the other night while I was getting dicked down lol (: anyways yea. Thank you so so much for every like/reblog/comment! You guys are the best!♥️

[xdaddysprincessxx]

Pieces of Him

Cult leader Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: Dead Dove! Horror! 18+ only! Ritualistic cannibalism, angst, death, blood, cameo from Ezra, made up religion, betrayal, infidelity, p in v, non/dub con (heavier on the non but added dub just to cover my bases), oral (f receiving), squirting, pregnancy/breeding (they literally just had sex so no actual fetus, Joel is just delulu) reader can be picked up, and oh yea Joel is out of his damn mind, pretty sure that’s it. Not beta’d, lightly edited, all mistakes are my own! Moodboard made by me(:

Joel was a young man when he married the love of his life. High school sweethearts. They were only twenty one when Laura got pregnant. Joel immediately got down on one knee and asked her to be his wife. The two had a cozy little house on a few acres, about an hour outside of town. When Laura went into labor, Joel about fainted. He was terrified of becoming a dad, he wanted his girl to have better than he ever did. Unfortunately right after Laura pushed little Sarah out into the world, things took a turn for the worst. She lost a lot of blood and kept losing blood. The doctors took Sarah and pushed Joel out of the room trying to save her. He’ll never forget how cold that hospital waiting room was when the drs finally came out and told him Laura had passed. The loss of his wife took a toll on Joel. Not only did he lose his best friend and wife, he had to raise a newborn on his own. Thankfully he had his brother, Tommy, who helped out a ton with Sarah. But life was not kind to Joel Miller. Twelve years. He got twelve years with his Sarah before the day his sweet girl got struck by a drunk driver and killed. He became a shell of a man, void of all emotion and life. That was until he met a very charming man one day.

Ezra was a gypsy of sorts. Never staying in one place, always on the move. And spreading this gospel about this amazing creator and all the good things he does and can do for you if you please him. Joel met him when Ezra was walking past his house. He happened to be outside when Ezra spotted him. Joel didn’t even notice him until he was already standing next to him as Joel looked out over his big yard, depressed because there should be kids out there playing. Sarah should be out there, running around, while him and Laura cook dinner on the grill. When Joel did notice the stranger standing next to him, he tried telling him he didn’t want whatever he was trying to sell. Joels efforts to shake the man went unnoticed as Ezra rambled on and on. Not too long into the conversation, Ezra told Joel about The Children of Ares. Not like any religion Joel’s ever heard of, he was intrigued. Ezra promised eternal life, salvation. A guarantee Joel will be reunited with Sarah and Laura. There was a small group in town who also followed the same practice. Not long after meeting Ezra, Joel went to a meeting in town and soon found himself deeply immersed in this religion.

Fast forward ten years, Joel is now a high priest in The Children of Ares. It’s grown a lot since he’s joined. And even more so since he’s taken this position of power.

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Strolling down the main street on a Friday night, you, your boyfriend and your three friends are all laughing and joking enjoying the brisk fall night. Halloween decorations line the store shop windows, there’s orange and black fairy lights strung up along the sidewalk, going from post to post. On the corner in front of you is the towns crack head spewing his usual nonsense about “the masked freaks who eat people out in the woods”. You’ve never paid him any mind but for some reason his words have you on edge.

“Hey Steve why don’t you go hit the crack pipe again and shut the fuck up!” Your boyfriend, Liam, yells to the man.

Steve narrows his beady eyes at your group, “You’ll regret that boy. The big man is coming. He’s gonna get you and there wont be a lick of you remaining.”

The unease of his words pours over your body and you don’t notice the man standing there, waiting to cross the street when you bump into him.

“Oh oh I’m sorry! I didn’t see you there! Are you okay?” You quickly say as you bounce off of the man you bumped into. Not only is he tall, he’s practically a human wall. The man turns and looks at you, at first with a scowl on his face. But once he gets an eye full of who bumped into him, he quickly replaces the scowl with a smile.

“Oh it’s no problem honey, shit happens,” he says with a chuckle, “I bump into things all the time. Joel. Joel Miller” He says to you with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye as he reaches out his hand for you to shake.

Smiling, you shake his hand and tell him your name. You can’t help but notice how handsome he is. The salt and pepper hair, scruffy facial hair, that smile and those eyes! Not to mention his body! For an older man, he is jacked. You can just tell through his jacket he’s got thick biceps and these meaty thighs. You envision a soft tummy under those clothes. You can’t help but get lost in thought as you stare at the older man.

Joel notices you just staring and let’s out a little chuckle, “Well hey I’m apart of this little group. We’re having a bonfire tonight if you and your friends wanna swing by. There’ll be drinks, food, the works. Here have my card, I can text you the address if you want.”

“Oh yea for sure! That sounds fun!” You say over enthusiastically as you take the card from him and pull your phone out of your jacket pocket to type his number in and send a text. Right after you hit send, his phone dings

“That’s me! Just text the address and we’ll be there!” You give him a big smile as he smiles back at you before nodding his head and giving you a little wave.

Your friends were a little ahead of you, waiting for you to catch up.

“Ooohh someone’s gotta crush!” Your friend Aaliyah said in a singsong voice. The twins, Salem and Violet, standing next to her giggling, covering their laughs behind their hands.

“Oh shut up I bumped into him and he invited us to a bonfire. Besides I already have my handsome, wonderful boyfriend right here.” You say as you look at Liam, sliding your arm around him, looking up at him with hearts in your eyes. Liam snuggles up to your side but keeps his eyes trained on Aaliyah with a shit eating grin on his face.

Scrunching your face up in confusion you look where he’s looking and the unease gets worse. You stand there watching the two have this little flirty stare off.

“Come on guys let’s go check this thing out. It’ll be fun.” You say to break up the tension you now feel between your boyfriend and friend.

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You, Liam, Aaliyah, and the twins all piled into Liam’s truck as you made your way to the bonfire. Joel lives out in the middle of nowhere. After driving for awhile with nothing but corn fields and woods as far as the eye can see, you notice a bright orange flame off in the distance. That must be the bonfire.

Soon you pulled up and turned onto crunchy gravel driveway after traveling on a dirt road for a good portion of the trip. Joel has a nice one story house with a huge yard. The bonfire is behind the house, off a good distance, closer to the tree line but not close enough to accidentally set the woods on fire. There are several cars in the driveway, Liam parked his truck in the grass beside the driveway. As you and your friends got out of the truck, you stood there looking up at the night sky. You could see all the stars and the moon. It was very peaceful, a nice reprieve from the horrible gut feeling you’ve had.

“Hey! You guys just get here?” Some guy yells at you as he walks towards you from the bonfire.

“Yea! We were invited by Joel!” You yelled back

“Well come on back new friends of Joel’s.” He says back with a smile.

You smile back as you walk around the truck to join your boyfriend and go to grab his hand. Except he pulls his hand away without looking at you and follows the guy to the bonfire. Your group walks in silence, music fills the air. You end up in the back of the group, following in silence, feeling left out like everyone is in on this inside joke and they’re all laughing at you but you don’t know why.

Just as your passing the deck attached to the back of the house, you feel a hand grab your arm making you jump, forcing you from your thoughts.

“Hey darlin. It’s good to see ya came.” Joel says in a low baritone voice. Seeing the older man’s face and hearing his voice is already lifting your spirits. And awakening something else within you, between your thighs.

“I’m glad I came too. It’s good to see you again.” You get out breathlessly with a giggle. You literally sound like a love stricken school girl. You have got to get a grip on yourself.

“If ya want something to drink or anything, my door is open darlin. Help yourself to whatever alright?”

Nodding your head yes, a comfortable silence between you two as you share a smile before heading towards the fire.

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Sitting around the bonfire, you laughed and joked with all the others that are there. Joel almost hardly ever left your side, even going as far as putting his arm around you. In a friendly way of course, but your pussy didn’t see it that way. Whenever his big, meaty hands touched you, your body would heat up almost as if he lit a fire on whatever part of your body he touched. Your friends keeping more to themselves, acting stuck up almost. It makes you feel bad you dragged them out there. You didn’t want them to ruin your newly made friends’ night. At one point you looked over and saw Liam and Aaliyah sneak off toward the trees. That bad gut feeling rearing it’s ugly head, as strong as ever. Joel had gone somewhere, so you got up from your seat and followed them as unsuspiciously as you could. Just before you reached the tree line you could see your boyfriend and friend standing there, kissing. Nausea hit you like a truck, the world around you spinning. Your heart dropped out of your ass. You couldn’t believe what your seeing. How could they? But also this is making everything make sense. No wonder Aaliyah always seemed jealous of your relationship. No wonder Liam’s been acting more distant lately. Tears slipped out of your eyes as you turn around and walk all the way back to Joel’s house.

Walking in through his back door, your head hanging down you don’t notice the scowling old man standing on the other side of the sliding door until your shoulder bumps into him.

“Oh! Oh Joel I-I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t m-me. . “

“Darlin don’t you say sorry again. You ain’t do nothing wrong,” he says as his hand reaches out to cup your face, “I saw what happened honey. If anyone’s sorry it’s those two. You don’t deserve that. Not one bit.” His thumb slowly caressing your check as he swipes away a stray tear. You reach up and grab onto his wrist of the hand holding your face. Joel moves closer to you as you look deep into his eyes. Slowly you inch closer to his face, looking at him with heavy lidded eyes before bridging the gap and bringing your lips to his. His lips press back against yours, feeling plush and warm. Lighting up every nerve in your body. You feel him breathe in deep through his nose as he begins to kiss you back harder. You break the kiss just to press your lips back against his, repeating the action several times. The two of you just kissing each other before you pull back and stare up at him with wide eyes,

“J-Joel I- I don’t know what came over me. I’m so sorry, you don’t want me I-“

“What did I tell you, darlin? Stop saying sorry. And don’t you dare say I don’t want you. I’ve been dying to have a taste of those pretty lips since we first ran into each other.” Joel’s hand that’s still cupping your face slides down to your chin as he grips your face between his thumb and fore finger and brings your face back to his. His lips bruise yours as he kisses you deeply, parting your lips with his tongue as he begins to slowly lick into your mouth. You gladly open up and let him in, softly moaning into the kiss, and you enter your tongue into his mouth. Your tongues twirling around each other before you suck his tongue, causing him to growl. His other hand grabs the back of your head, smashing your face even more into his. His aquiline nose smashed into the side of your nose as you continued to passionately kiss Joel. Your hands wrapped around his thick torso, holding him tightly to you, your hands gripping his flannel. Joel bends at the knee as his hands grip the backs of your thighs and hoists you up. You quickly wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you further into his home. You bury your face in his neck and start to lightly suck on his neck causing him to let out this deep growl as his grip tightens. Soon he’s tossing you like a rag doll and your back hits a soft bed. Wasting no time Joel leans over you and begins to take your pants off. You lift your hips to help him and begin to pull your shirt off, tossing it to the side. Now only clad in your bra and panties, Joel just stares at you with dark eyes as he looks you up and down. Devouring every curve of you with his eyes alone.

“Tell me you want this darlin. I gotta hear those words. I gotta hear you say you want this before we go any further.” Joel says as he goes to grab your chin and pull you towards him.

“I want this. I want you Joel. Please.” You beg. Eyes blown wide open as you drink in the sight of this beautiful man in front of you.

Joel wastes no more time and begins to pull his shirt up over his head before unbuckling his pants and quickly getting rid of them. He crawls up the bed, hovering over you before lowering himself. His plush lips meet yours as he kisses you deeply. Your hands raise up to cup his face as he wraps an arm around your shoulders as his other arm reaches down and pulls your leg up on his hip. The two of slowly grinding your bodies into each other, tongues conversing with one another. The heat from his body lighting your body up like the Fourth of July. The hand on your leg moves in between your bodies as Joel finds your sweet wet haven and rubs your slit up and down causing your slick to leave an even bigger damp spot on your panties. Every touch, kiss, grind has you so wound tight. He pushes your panties aside and dips a finger in, gathering your wetness before trailing up to your clit, going in soft circles.

His light touch has you gasping into his mouth. Joel just smiles as he kisses you one more time before moving down to your neck. Wet, open mouthed kisses leaving a trail down your neck, to your collarbone, in between your breasts. He makes his way slowly kissing down your stomach, Joel looks up and sees you staring back at him. Those gorgeous brown eyes staring back at you, you swear he can see your soul. His hands tug on your panties and begin to peel them off of you. Once removed, Joel’s big hands land on your inner thighs as he spreads you even wider as he admires your body.

“So fucking pretty baby. This for me?” He asked as he dips a thick finger in your entrance. Moaning and shaking your head yes, just barely hanging on.

Chuckling, “This sweet little slice of heaven belongs to me now honey,” he says before dipping his head down and giving your clit a couple kitten licks. His hand travels up your body and cups your breast, squeezing, before he pinch’s your nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

“It’s yours Joel. I’m yours oh god I’m yours” your head thrown back as you babble incoherently. Joel smiles into your pussy before his tongue is back, licking wide stripes up your cunt before finding your clit and giving her a few sweet kisses before he closes his lips around the button and sucks. His hand still on your breast rotating between squeezing and rolling your nipple while his other hand has snaked its way to your cunt. Two thick fingers curled up in you have you gasping for air. His mouth and hands alone have already brought you close to the brink of tears. Never feeling ecstasy as good as this before. His fingers find rhythm curling up, hitting that sweet spongy spot inside of you. His sweet mouth never letting up on its assault on your clit.

“R-rrright there!! Oh god right there don’t stop oh fuck please don’t stop j-Joel oh Joel!!!” You start to scream his name as he brings you to the ultimate euphoria. Your cunt spasming as you squirt all over his beautiful face. You grab onto his curls and try to move his head as he continues to lick and suck on you. Barely able to even catch your breath, your cunt starting to hurt from the overstimulation from his mouth. Unable to move his head, you just grip his curls and hang on for dear life already on the brink of a second orgasm. His tongue and fingers are relentless never once letting up. Before you can even register what’s happening, your coming again. Squirt just dribbling out this time rather than shooting out at Joel. Your whole body shaking, boneless as he looks up at you. His face wet as he gives you this shit eating smile,

“That’s it baby give me every drop of your sweet essence.” He says as he admires your sore cunt before running his tongue through your folds one more time.

Joel sits back on his haunches as he grabs your hips and flips you over on your stomach, pulling your butt up slightly as he notched himself at your entrance.

“I think your sweet little pussy is ready for me now darlin. Whatcha think baby? Think she can handle me?” He says with a dark chuckle as he starts to feed you his cock inch by inch. You feel yourself stretch to accommodate his girthy length. Every little bit of his cock sliding along your walls has you quivering. The pace he’s going feels like forever before he hits home and buried his entire length inside you. His cock punches all the air from your lungs, all you can do is fist the sheets beneath you as your mouth drops opens in a quiet scream.

“Fuck she’s squeezing me so tight already honey. Poor baby hasn’t been fucked right, has she? Awe I don’t think she has. Needs daddy’s big cock to stretch her out how she likes huh? Yea she does.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. Your face smashed into the bed, all you can do is nod your head. His filthy mouth has you ready to beg for more. Ready to beg him to fuck you hard. Too see you so pliant and ready to take whatever he gives you has Joel’s eyes rolling back as he pulls out until the tip is left before pushing back in with a quick thrust. He finds his pace with ease, giving you hard, unrelenting thrusts that push you up on the bed as you try your hardest to push back, wanting to fuck yourself back on his cock. But all you can do is lay there and take him. Joel leans down, his chest covering your back as he bites down on your shoulder. You moan loudly as your head lifts off the bed, tilting back. His hands find yours, his fingers interlocking with yours as you continue to grip the sheets. His pace slowed ever so slightly so you feel every thrust, every vein, every inch go in and back out. You swear you might black out from how delicious his cock feels deep inside you. Feeling fuller than you ever have,

“Jj- joooeeeeelllll nngh I-I’m gonna - oh. I-I’m gonna cum daddy fuuuckk oh please don’t stop!” You manage to get out as you move your head to the side, managing a whisper in his ear. Joel moves his face from your shoulder to your face and does his best to kiss you. It’s rather sloppy as you both go to lick into each others mouth, only to barely make it in, getting the sides of each others mouths more.

“Oh good baby good. Give daddy what he wants. Let me feel this sweet fuckin cunt cum all over me. That’s it, that’s fucking it sweet girl oh fuck I can feel her baby I can feel her coming nngh oh.” He moans into your ear as you hit your third orgasm of the night. Your whole body seizes up and you begin to come, your cunt milking his cock for all its worth. Judging by the grunts coming from Joel he’s close too. His thrusts become sloppy before you feel him thrust all the way in and begin pulsing. His thick load coating your walls, you swear you feel him in your womb. He stays inside you for awhile after, resting his head on your back as you both catch your breath and come down from your highs.

He pulls out and moves to lay next to you, helping you to roll on your side. He wraps you up in his blanket before holding you tight to his chest. You bury your face in his chest, taking a deep breath in. His woodsy, musk scent filling your nostrils. Your so spent, sleep finds it’s way to you with ease. The both of you holding onto each other, you eyes finally shut as you drift off to sleep.

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You roll over, trying to find warmth as you start to open your eyes. All too soon it hits you, you slept with the older man you had just met. Joel. You’re still in his bed but he’s gone. Your friends!! The bonfire! You sit up quickly before the memories of what you saw flood back into your consciousness. Fuck Liam and Aaliyah. How dare they betray you like that? You climb out of Joel’s bed and grab a red flannel off the ground and pull it on. The shirt covering what you need it to cover as you button it up a little bit, leaving the top four buttons undone. You decide to go out and find Joel, bring him back to bed. As you walk into the kitchen, you look out the window above the sink and make out the bonfire is still going strong. The clock on the wall reads 3am on the dot. Curious you open the sliding patio door and step outside, wrapping your arms around yourself for warmth. You keep on walking towards the bonfire. As you get closer, it seems like everyone’s gone. Suddenly you notice a robe swishing behind a tree, you decide to follow. Walking into the woods, it doesn’t take long before you find everyone. The sight makes you stop in your tracks. Everyone’s backs are to you, all dressed in white robes with these masks covering the top half of their faces. The bonfire still close enough to give you enough light to notice red. The sleeves and bottoms of the white robes are covered in red and they’re all eating? What looks like red, raw meat in their hands, feasting as if they were animals. You move to go back to the house when your foot hits something and you look down and notice a severed arm. You gasp loudly, putting your hand over your mouth. Jumping back in fright, you hit a solid wall. Turning around, you find Joel.

“What are you doing out here darlin? You aren’t meant to see this. Not right now. Not good for the baby.”

Terrified and absolutely confused by what he meant by that you start to back up.

“I-I Joel please. I-I’m sorry I didn’t know I-“ swinging your head around, everyone has now stopped and are looking your way. An endless sea of blank white masks staring at you. You can see the pile of bodies they were circled around. You make out Liam’s head laying next to a pile of intestines. Human flesh hanging in their hands as they’ve all come to a stop. Your eyes wide in horror as you realize those were your friends. Their bodies laying on the cold hard ground, filleted wide open. Severed body parts scattered about. They were eating them. Actually eating their lifeless bodies.

You turn back to Joel before you trip and fall on your ass. You start to slowly crawl backwards, away from him.

Slowly getting down on his knees before getting into a crawl position, “Now don’t do something stupid honey. It’s okay. I built this community for us. For you. I’ve been waiting for the day my queen came home to me. This is our kingdom to rule.” He says in a low, gravelly voice as he begins to crawl towards you. A terrifying predator coming for his prey. You do your best to crawl backwards while still facing him but he reaches out and grabs your ankle, pulling you toward him.

Thrashing your leg, trying to get out of his hold, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

“Joel please! Let me go! I won’t tell anyone just let me go!” You try to beg, hoping he’ll take mercy on you as you grab onto the leg he has a hold off and try your hardest to yank back out of his grasp.

Joel just smirks at you as he climbs on top of you. His hands grab both of yours and holds them together, pinned to the ground.

“Don’t you see? I did all of this for you baby. I gave you a beautiful home, a community of people who love you. Why can’t you see that? Those others only hurt you, betrayed you. I love you darlin. Always have. I need ya to calm down now honey this is for your own good.” He tells you as you continue to struggle to get out of his grip. He manages to grip both of your hands in one of his as he brings his hand to his mouth. He bites into the fatty part of his hand, drawling blood. He shoves the bleeding hand into your open mouth. The metallic taste hitting your tongue, making you gag.

“Stop it! Stop moving dammit! This is for your own good! You need me! You need my life essence baby! The baby needs it! Take it!” He shouts at you as he continues to shove his hand into your mouth. Unable to get out of his grip or close your mouth, you finally give in and stop moving, letting his blood flood your mouth. Tears stream down your face as you realize you aren’t getting away from this. From him. He’s convinced you’re with child even though it’s only been hours since you’ve had sex. It’s literally impossible for that. Yet he sure thinks so. And on top of that, he’s convinced you belong to him and you need his blood and then there’s the fucking human eating monsters behind you. You aren’t getting out of this alive. Playing along is the only option you have.

“That’s it baby there’s my good girl. I love you darlin. Don’t you love me?” He asks as he removes his hand.

“I love you Joel. I’m so sorry.” You whimper out, only audible enough for him to hear. Joel leans down and captures your bloody lips with his. Kissing you deeply, shoving his tongue inside your mouth. You kiss back, not really having any other choice but to kiss him back.

Joel’s free hand moves down to your cunt, dipping a bloody finger in between your folds, giving you a couple quick rubs on your clit before removing his hand to pull himself out of his pants. His leg nudges your leg to open more as he swipes his cock through your used pussy. After a few swipes, Joel starts to push into you. You’re just wet enough for it to not hurt too bad but it feels so much more intense than last time. The stretch really burns as he continues to push into you. Pinned down on the ground, all you can do is take him. Having been completely occupied by Joel, you had temporarily forgotten about your audience. That’s when you notice a low hum of voices surrounding you. You break the kiss and look to the side and see masked people surrounding you two chanting something in a language you’ve never heard before. Next thing you know, they all get down on their knees, arms extended in front of them, bowing towards you and Joel.

“Eyes on me darlin. It’s okay, you’ll know soon enough what’s happening. It’s a good thing baby. Ffuck oh honey I love you so much. My sweet girl. M-my beautiful Queen, that’s it, take daddy’s cock nngh” Joel tells you as he grunts, bottoming out inside of you again and again.

You can’t help but to grunt as he continues to thrust deep in you. You’re barely able to comprehend anything that’s happened nor the fact you have an audience who also happen to be bowing down and chanting. You are well and throughly screwed.

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A/n: I’ve had this idea for awhile, wrote some of it, had a creative slump and had a visit from the horny monster today and wa- la! I hope y’all enjoy this! I love you all and appreciate all the feedback!♥️♥️

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On the Waterfront Masterlist

Chapter One: Signed and Sealed Chapter Two: Nobody But Me Chapter Three: Sweet Dreams Chapter Four: Going Out in Style Chapter Five: Skin and Bones Chapter Six: Bangarang Chapter Seven: Bring It Home Chapter Eight: Linger

Pairing: Dark!Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Boston. The Frontiersmen is a crime syndicate that deals in drugs, arms, and anything else they can to keep themselves on top. Since the original ring leader, Tom, was allegedly taken out by a rival gang, it's now run by Big Fish, with Pope second in command. Ironhead runs the numbers and Benny is the muscle. Your family member put you down as collateral when they needed credit to score more smack. Problem is, they can't pay it back, and Big Fish & the Frontiersmen always get their payment...

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Thank you @noxturnalpascal for the BigFish moodboard!