Anybody else get anxiety about Joel’s inevitable death? Like yeah, he’s fictional and he’s already dead in the games and whatever but likeeee…im just not prepared to see how this scene will be played out in live action…i’ll legit be so broken when that scene comes out that I’m not sure im able to handle the gifs or hear about how brutal it’ll be 😓😓
I’ve had my peace with Oberyn and now another of my fave Pedro characters is about to get wrecked like bruh 😫
Thank goddess for fanfiction though (i’ll be writing and reading for comfort)
content/trigger warning: praising + degrading, sexual innuendos, minor fingering, oral (f! receiving), reader calls dale “daddy”, p in v, creampie
word count: 1439
CHERRIES AND CREAM
ruth’s kitchen was messier than before, the sweet smell of cherry pie lingering in the air as you prep the ingredients for the next one, the first pie cooling on the counter. you hear the basement door open and look up, dale peeking his head out from behind the door.
“come on,” you whine, throwing a dish towel at him. “i told you not to come up here, it was suppose to be a surprise.”
there was no special occasion, but no one had ever taken the time out to appreciate dale and he had been working nonstop on his latest creation. he deserved a little something, even if it was a couple of pies and a few albums at the record store you new he’d love.
“not really a surprise if i can smell it from downstairs,” he smiles, dipping his finger in the bowl of homemade whipped cream and sucking his finger clean. “mmm…”
you roll your eyes and delicately cut heart shapes out of the dough, dale watching intently while you did so. you sigh out of irritation as he takes a fork and leans his arm on the counter, dale staring at you while slowly taking a bite of the pie.
“thanks,” you scoff sarcastically. “you just ruined it.”
“this is… delicious,” he whispers with a mouthful as you toss the other pie into the oven and wash your hands. “taste it.”
he walks over to you and holds the fork in front of your mouth, a small dollop of whipped cream right on top. you look at him hesitantly, still annoyed, but you give in when he nods with a smile. you take a bite and as he feeds you, dale tilts his head back slightly while placing the fork in your mouth.
“tastes yummy, doesn’t it?” he smiles grabbing another bite for you, his brows raised as watches you chew and nods softly at his own words.
“i guess,” you mumble through your stuffed mouth.
he watches you clean up some dishes sensing your irritation and takes his fingers yet again, dipping it in the whipped cream. he walks up behind you and grips your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. although he did this, you still obediently open, something you’ve become use to.
he smiles as he feels your suction on his digits. “you always make the best treats, always so sweet… and filling….” he takes his fingers out of your mouth and sucks the remaining cream off them. “i think i might wanna eat your pie,” he chuckles softly as he remains behind you, his cock pressing against your ass.
it didn’t click at first but once it did, you watch as he went back to the bowl, his plump lips sucking another dollop of whipped cream off his fingers as he stares at you. he hums deeply, your heart pounding against your chest as he teases you. he walks over to the table and smirks at the half assed job you did by cleaning and sits down.
dale motions you over with his hand glaring at you from under his eyebrows. “bring that pie and cream over here.” he watches as you pick up the bowl and pie and he stops you. “not that pie, i’m talking about you, but if you insist.”
you stand in front of dale as his fingers tug at your clothes, his movements gentle yet urgent. eventually you’re completely naked in the kitchen, dale patting the empty spot on the table so he can have a taste of his sweet angel. you climb up and he growls at the sight, his hands resting on the back of your thighs to keep you spread open. you moan softly as he sucks at your clit for a few seconds before pulling away. dale looks up at you as his hand fiddles with the pie, getting his fingers lathered up in the yummy filling and placing a cherry between your lips to suck out, a little bit of pie filling and whipped cream resting on your clit.
“my sweet, yummy pie,” he coos before digging in, his face stuffed deep between your thighs.
his tongue swirls around your pussy lapping up all the cream and filling, his lips sucking at you and his tongue pulling the cherry into his mouth. dale chews the juicy fruit as he continues to smear whipped cream all over your pussy, diving in for seconds once he’s satisfied.
you let out a whimper needing filled up so badly, his teasing too much for you as his fingers slip inside.
“daddy, please,” you moan, arching your back as you instinctively ride his fingers, your hips moving to his rhythm.
“okay, i’ll give my little angel what she wants,” he whispers with a smile.
he sucks his fingers clean and pulls his hard cock out, tapping it against your wet cunt and enjoying the sloppy sound it made. “eating pie is so messy,” he smirks teasing you with his tip. he rubs himself on your swollen clit and down to your entrance, pressing in but only enough for you to feel a stretch. you’re soaking wet and throbbing, needing filled to the brim.
“my sweet pastry needs stuffed so bad,” he sighs, picking on you and your baking skills. he pushes in and you both let out moans, his fingers gripping your waist for leverage. “let me in,” he grunts as he tries to squeeze the rest of his girth inside you.
dale’s movements are slow at first as he tests the stability of the table along with the items stacked next to you, not wanting the clutter to fall. he grips your waist tighter and begins picking up the pace until he’s pounding into you. he leans down and stuffs your mouth with some whipped cream, his tongue darting out to lick the corner of your mouth.
“always so fucking messy…” dale stands up and slaps your tit before squeezing both of them in his hands. “daddy’s gonna make sure you’re nice and messy when he’s done,” he growls, his hair falling in his face as fucks you harder.
your tight walls squeeze him and you ache for release, your tits bouncing to his harsh movements and your toes curling as you wrap your legs around his waist. you could feel his cock twitch inside you as he hit your sweet spot causing you to squeeze him even tighter, the sound of his hips slapping against you and your wet pussy fill the kitchen.
“hmfp, you’re gonna drain me…fill you up nice and fucking full, just the way you like it.” he lets out a grunt holding back his own climax as he tries to get you to yours. “come on, daddy’s so close. cum on it, make a mess.”
his words making your stomach tighten and your clit throb, the familiar feeling of pleasure rushing over you as your orgasm creeps up. your moans grow louder and his fingers find their way back into your mouth trying to shut you up again. his eyes glance over to the stove to see the pie was almost done and he lets out a scoff while shaking his head.
“you better hurry… come on, baby.” he reaches down and plays with your clit and you bite down on his fingers and let out a series of moans as your walls contract and throb around him, his fat cock making you squirt and cream. “look at you making a big mess for me,” his gasps, his tone condescending yet playful. “milk my fat cock, pretty angel. come on,” he grunts tapping your thigh to motivate you as he keeps pumping in and out, your sensitive pussy throbbing for more.
“please-please, dale, i can’t,” you cry out softly, your voice muffled by his fingers. you moan onto his digits as he pushes even deeper, your body jerking upward from his harsh movements.
he growls at you, like an animal claiming what was his. “you’re such a good fucking angel, aren’t you?” he chuckles nasally as you nod, grunting loudly as he fills up full, his hot cum spraying deep into you and you let out another series of moans as you cum with him. he pulls out slowly with a groan and spreads your puffy folds open. “push, let me see.”
you push gently and you can feel the combined fluids seeping out of you, his cum dripping down your asscheek. dale takes his fingers and spreads the mess all around, the timer to the stove causing you both to jump.
“look at that, my cherry blossom. perfect timing.”
What does saying this under people’s comments do for yall? Then saying ‘no offense’ as if it makes them less of a huge asshole. Lmao 😂 like i legit do not give af about wanting to fuck a fictional character so why should you?? Im convinced people who do this get off to being annoying.
I’ve been a fanfic writer for about 2-3 years now baby. This ‘holier than thou’ bs doesn’t move me. I write what I want.
