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Gideon, thanks so much, what an honor to be so high on the whore scale! I love it. I wanted to make him extra filthy 😏😏

Don’t Make Me Ask Again

DBF!Joel Miller x Female Reader Explicit 18+ MDNI | 2.2k WC | AO3

Summary: Teasing your dad’s friend has its consequences. (A filthy PWP for your merriment)

Warnings: DBF!Joel, Undisclosed age gap (but its pretty big, reader is college aged and Joel is late 40’s/50’s), Dubcon, Finger Fucking, Edging, Somnophelia, Cum Play, Masturbation, Depravity. Joel is an asshole.

Notes: Huge thank you to @whocaresstillthelouvre for being an outstanding beta editor. Also huge thanks to @magpiepills for reading and giving me courage.

M A S T E R L I S T | A O 3 | N O T I F S

You knew you were playing with fire, but it didn’t stop you. In fact, the taboo of it all gave you a high that you couldn’t stop chasing.

Once you caught him looking at you it was game on.  

You were home for summer break and found out that your dad’s new buddy also happened to be irresistibly handsome. He was always over at your dad’s house. Having a beer (or six) together after work or sitting by the pool on a hot evening, watching whatever game was on. He lived just down the street, so it was nothing for him to come over. He would even spend the night often enough, falling asleep on the couch after too many drinks or a game that went too late. 

He was a total asshole too, just like your dad. You liked the challenge. It gave you something to do while being stuck there all summer.

Night after night you shot those flirty eyes at him. Teasing. Dangling yourself in front of him when your dad wasn’t looking. Wearing the sluttiest of outfits and brushing up against him whenever he was in the way of where you suddenly needed to be. Sure, he was polite being a guest in your house, but he firmly removed himself whenever you got too close. 

You saw how he’d look away with a flushed face. How his jeans would tighten whenever you bent over in front of him to tie up your hair. How he’d stir in his seat when you were teasing him with your suggestive conversations on the phone that you knew he was within earshot of.       

You wondered how far you could push him before he couldn’t help but put his hands on you. 

You never thought he would actually do it. It was all harmless fun to pass the time.

Sooner or later you were going to find out.

Tonight was it. 

–

He hovered over you, caging you against the bed. He was still fully clothed except for his unzipped jeans with his cock straining against his boxers. 

“Gonna teach you a lesson,” he grunts as he pulls out his thick cock and it slaps against your stomach. It was already swollen as he stroked it and sat back, straddling your waist. 

He was massive and you eyed him with an insatiable want. His gorgeous, girthy shaft complimented his firm and broad body. The greys lining his patchy beard matched the messy thatch that trailed up to his lower belly and disappeared under his shirt. He was easily several decades older than you. Time had been kind to him, rewarding him with a body that just got better with age.

And you did want him. You wanted him badly. You thought about him night after night while you got yourself off. Now that he was on top of you in your own bed you had to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

But he really was such an asshole. Holding his cock in his hand in front of you to tease and watching your eyes widen with want.

“Nah, you ain’t getting this. Not for how you been actin’,” he scolds as he shifts his weight off of you and kneels between your legs.

You're lying in front of him, helpless and fully at his mercy, wearing just an oversized t-shirt and some modest cotton panties that are lacey around the waistband. Eyes still hazy from being abruptly woken up in the middle of the night. You weren’t exactly expecting company. 

Your bedroom wasn’t very dark with the streetlight peering in your window and the full moon bathing you both in its radiance. 

He uses his knees to press your legs open and make room for himself as he drags his free hand down your thigh, pushing you open wider. You don’t know what his exact intentions are but you know he is the one in control.

“Joel…” you whine, and he doesn’t like that. 

“What are you gonna do, call for daddy?” he taunts. “Let him see what a slut his little girl is?” He stops and looks between your legs, dragging his finger along the seam of your panties. “And how you’re dripping for my cock?” 

No, you weren’t going to do anything but take what he gave you and he knew it. 

He sits up between your parted legs and looks down at your pathetic, needy body begging to be filled up. 

He pumps his cock. “Show me,” he demands, mid-stroke. The way his wrist flicks as he tugs on his shaft is mesmerizing.

He sits back on his legs while you shimmy out of your panties and toss your shirt onto the floor. As you lay back on the mattress his eyes scan over you, taking in your perfect breasts and the softness of your youthful skin. 

He lets go of his cock and leans down, putting his face right in your cunt. You can feel his hot breath hovering just above your clit but he is careful not to touch. You writhe towards him, begging for some friction. He gives you nothing.

He smiles a wicked smile as he picks his head up to look at you. His eyes lock with yours and you can see the darkness spreading over him. He wasn’t going to give you what you wanted and he was taking great pleasure in this payback. 

He crawls back over you slowly, letting his cock press against you as he hovers face to face again. His broadness caging you in and sending shivers through your body at the sight of his dominance. 

He uses his hand to engulf your own and guides it to your clit, pressing your fingertips into it and rubbing. He never loses eye contact with you, studying the way your mouth hangs open as he forces your hand.

A moan escapes your lips at his perverse control over you. His throbbing heat searing into you, daring you to grind against him. And oh how badly you want to take the bait.  

“Show me how you touch yourself, little slut.” His voice is intimidatingly low and gravelly. He lets up the pressure on your hand once he is convinced you will play along.   

He maneuvers back down the bed to get a better view as you circle your clit. He grabs your legs roughly and pulls you up close to him so they are wide open and hanging over his thighs. His swollen cock standing at full attention just inches from you. Just out of reach. A tease. A prize if you play his game. You slow down your movements, as you start to feel the heat inside you surging. 

“Sweetheart, you can do better than that,” he taunts as he pulls off his shirt, generously giving you more of his body to drink in. The ridges in his lean muscles catching the moonlight. He looks sinfully delicious and you ache for his body against yours. You want to make him happy, give him a reason to reward you with his touch. 

He leans forward and puts his weight is on his palms just by your hips, his cock pushing against your wet hole. His broadness looming over you. Leering at your neediness. The sight of him. The feel of his spongy head knocking at your entrance. It was too much. 

It was embarrassing. Degrading. It turned you on. 

“Don’t make me ask again,” he threatens, grabbing your hand again. “Wanna see you stuff that pretty hole.” He pushes two of your fingers together and brings them to his mouth, sucking them slowly and getting them good and wet. It sends shivers through your body imagining that mouth on your pussy instead.

He’s rougher this time, guiding your hand back down to your entrance. You can sense his patience running out. He pushes your pliant fingers inside without warning, fucking you in and out. Slow and hard. Until he lets go and watches you take over.

You can see from the glint in his eyes how much it is turning him on, watching you finger yourself in front of him was intoxicating to him. Your innocent moans singing into his ears. 

“Those pitiful little hands can’t get shit done” he grunts, dragging his hand up your thigh and curling around your stomach. The rough pads of his fingertips leave you trembling in their wake as he drags them lower.

He pulls your hand from its warm haven and eyes your swollen clit, begging for touch. He presses his thumb into it and circles it, making you moan. Finally giving you something. 

“Please…” you beg. Eager to feel him on you.

“Needy thing.” He stops circling and brings his hand lower, dragging his middle finger along your entrance and then spreading his fingers through your slick. 

“Go ahead.” He positions your hand around his and presses his middle and index fingers together like a gun. “You can use mine,” he commands. 

You realize he still isn’t going to fuck you. No, he wants you to move his hand and use his body to get off. He knew you would do it too because he was making you so desperate for any way to release. 

You wrap your hand around his wrist and guide him towards your entrance. Your other hand grips just above his watch in a desperate attempt to hold on. 

You are already so close, your body sucks him inside. The thickness feels so good as your pussy stretches to take him. You wince as you take in more and more of him, underestimating how thick he is. Everything about Joel Miller is so damn thick.  

“Goddamn you’re tight” he smiles crookedly as he feels your walls clamping onto him as you thrust him in and out.

You can sense a shift in the room that's palpable. He was having his fun with you, but he was getting greedy. Getting off on watching you struggle to take his fingers. He wanted to stuff you with his cock and show you what a real tight fit is, but he has no intention of giving you that satisfaction. You had to learn a lesson about teasing. 

He couldn’t resist curling his fingers inside you, prodding at your fleshy walls. Your hand was still around his but he was the one moving it now. His free hand rapidly stroking his length, thumbing over the swollen tip and God you need him so badly.

“Joel, please!” you beg. 

You are on the edge, ready to come harder than you ever have before. 

“Bet you can’t handle three,” he challenges, giving you no time to respond. He’s already decided it's happening whether you want it to or not. You do want it. You want anything he will give you. 

He groans as he adds a third finger and you flinch at the stretch. You hold  onto his forearm for dear life as his fingers fuck into you hard while he fucks into his own fist.

Now he can’t help himself from taking over entirely. He thrusts into you, deeper and deeper. Feeling your walls convulse around him as you reach your limit.

Finally he gives you permission.

“Come. Come now,” he snarls at you. Your orgasm has you gasping for breath as he relentlessly fingers you through it, chasing his own release. You soak his fingers and moan his name, your walls fluttering around him. Your nails claw into his skin, as you’re fucked out and overwhelmed by sweet ecstasy.

He comes hard and loud and you are certain your dad is passed out drunk since he hasn’t broken down your door yet. 

Joel’s hot spend hits your stomach and pussy. There is so much of it, he paints you in his release. Claiming you. 

A primal need surges inside him, desperate to leave you with his seed. You see the shift in his eyes and he can’t stop himself. His cum drips and pools around his knuckles as he fucks it inside you in a frenzy, needing his  spend as deep as his fingers will let him. 

“Joel, fuck,” you protest at the initial shock of what he is doing. He doesn’t even ask if you are protected, he just uses his brute force to thrust his cum inside. 

It’s obscene.

And it feels so good. You are as depraved as he is. You welcome him inside your body wanting more, swallowing up whatever he gives you as you come down from your high. 

His cum leaks out of you as he withdraws his fingers, but he stuffs as much back into your gaping hole as he can until his primal drive wanes. 

He gets off the bed and puts his shirt back on, leaving you laying there in his mess. 

“Next time you pull that shit again, I’ll make you sorry.” he threatens as he zips up his pants.

You smile in the dark and close your legs tightly, feeling the ache from his rough touch.

“I’m counting on it.”

Dividers @anitalenia / Banner by me

WIP Taglist: @lotusbxtch @la-vie-est-une-fleur29 @megangovier @vickie5446 @baronessvonglitter @covetyou @evolnoomym @milla-frenchy @getitoutofmymindwrites @giowritess @almostfoxglove

Tagging fellow Joel girlies and mutuals I hope will enjoy this or know a friend who might 🙏🏻 Please anytime if you don’t want to be tagged just let me know. Thank you and love you all 🩷

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— I am not an orator or a politician. I am a soldier. I have seen bravery in men and women during war. And even once in this arena. So if you ask anything of the gods, ask for that same bravery. PEDRO PASCAL as GENERAL ACACIUS in GLADIATOR II (2024), dir. Ridley Scott

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oh we are so not gonna be okay

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Milla!! Omg your reaction is everything I hoped for. This fic went a little off the rails as I wrote it, but I'm glad people seem to be enjoying it 😅😅

Don’t Make Me Ask Again

DBF!Joel Miller x Female Reader Explicit 18+ MDNI | 2.2k WC | AO3

Summary: Teasing your dad’s friend has its consequences. (A filthy PWP for your merriment)

Warnings: DBF!Joel, Undisclosed age gap (but its pretty big, reader is college aged and Joel is late 40’s/50’s), Dubcon, Finger Fucking, Edging, Somnophelia, Cum Play, Masturbation, Depravity. Joel is an asshole.

Notes: Huge thank you to @whocaresstillthelouvre for being an outstanding beta editor. Also huge thanks to @magpiepills for reading and giving me courage.

M A S T E R L I S T | A O 3 | N O T I F S

You knew you were playing with fire, but it didn’t stop you. In fact, the taboo of it all gave you a high that you couldn’t stop chasing.

Once you caught him looking at you it was game on.  

You were home for summer break and found out that your dad’s new buddy also happened to be irresistibly handsome. He was always over at your dad’s house. Having a beer (or six) together after work or sitting by the pool on a hot evening, watching whatever game was on. He lived just down the street, so it was nothing for him to come over. He would even spend the night often enough, falling asleep on the couch after too many drinks or a game that went too late. 

He was a total asshole too, just like your dad. You liked the challenge. It gave you something to do while being stuck there all summer.

Night after night you shot those flirty eyes at him. Teasing. Dangling yourself in front of him when your dad wasn’t looking. Wearing the sluttiest of outfits and brushing up against him whenever he was in the way of where you suddenly needed to be. Sure, he was polite being a guest in your house, but he firmly removed himself whenever you got too close. 

You saw how he’d look away with a flushed face. How his jeans would tighten whenever you bent over in front of him to tie up your hair. How he’d stir in his seat when you were teasing him with your suggestive conversations on the phone that you knew he was within earshot of.       

You wondered how far you could push him before he couldn’t help but put his hands on you. 

You never thought he would actually do it. It was all harmless fun to pass the time.

Sooner or later you were going to find out.

Tonight was it. 

–

He hovered over you, caging you against the bed. He was still fully clothed except for his unzipped jeans with his cock straining against his boxers. 

“Gonna teach you a lesson,” he grunts as he pulls out his thick cock and it slaps against your stomach. It was already swollen as he stroked it and sat back, straddling your waist. 

He was massive and you eyed him with an insatiable want. His gorgeous, girthy shaft complimented his firm and broad body. The greys lining his patchy beard matched the messy thatch that trailed up to his lower belly and disappeared under his shirt. He was easily several decades older than you. Time had been kind to him, rewarding him with a body that just got better with age.

And you did want him. You wanted him badly. You thought about him night after night while you got yourself off. Now that he was on top of you in your own bed you had to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

But he really was such an asshole. Holding his cock in his hand in front of you to tease and watching your eyes widen with want.

“Nah, you ain’t getting this. Not for how you been actin’,” he scolds as he shifts his weight off of you and kneels between your legs.

You're lying in front of him, helpless and fully at his mercy, wearing just an oversized t-shirt and some modest cotton panties that are lacey around the waistband. Eyes still hazy from being abruptly woken up in the middle of the night. You weren’t exactly expecting company. 

Your bedroom wasn’t very dark with the streetlight peering in your window and the full moon bathing you both in its radiance. 

He uses his knees to press your legs open and make room for himself as he drags his free hand down your thigh, pushing you open wider. You don’t know what his exact intentions are but you know he is the one in control.

“Joel…” you whine, and he doesn’t like that. 

“What are you gonna do, call for daddy?” he taunts. “Let him see what a slut his little girl is?” He stops and looks between your legs, dragging his finger along the seam of your panties. “And how you’re dripping for my cock?” 

No, you weren’t going to do anything but take what he gave you and he knew it. 

He sits up between your parted legs and looks down at your pathetic, needy body begging to be filled up. 

He pumps his cock. “Show me,” he demands, mid-stroke. The way his wrist flicks as he tugs on his shaft is mesmerizing.

He sits back on his legs while you shimmy out of your panties and toss your shirt onto the floor. As you lay back on the mattress his eyes scan over you, taking in your perfect breasts and the softness of your youthful skin. 

He lets go of his cock and leans down, putting his face right in your cunt. You can feel his hot breath hovering just above your clit but he is careful not to touch. You writhe towards him, begging for some friction. He gives you nothing.

He smiles a wicked smile as he picks his head up to look at you. His eyes lock with yours and you can see the darkness spreading over him. He wasn’t going to give you what you wanted and he was taking great pleasure in this payback. 

He crawls back over you slowly, letting his cock press against you as he hovers face to face again. His broadness caging you in and sending shivers through your body at the sight of his dominance. 

He uses his hand to engulf your own and guides it to your clit, pressing your fingertips into it and rubbing. He never loses eye contact with you, studying the way your mouth hangs open as he forces your hand.

A moan escapes your lips at his perverse control over you. His throbbing heat searing into you, daring you to grind against him. And oh how badly you want to take the bait.  

“Show me how you touch yourself, little slut.” His voice is intimidatingly low and gravelly. He lets up the pressure on your hand once he is convinced you will play along.   

He maneuvers back down the bed to get a better view as you circle your clit. He grabs your legs roughly and pulls you up close to him so they are wide open and hanging over his thighs. His swollen cock standing at full attention just inches from you. Just out of reach. A tease. A prize if you play his game. You slow down your movements, as you start to feel the heat inside you surging. 

“Sweetheart, you can do better than that,” he taunts as he pulls off his shirt, generously giving you more of his body to drink in. The ridges in his lean muscles catching the moonlight. He looks sinfully delicious and you ache for his body against yours. You want to make him happy, give him a reason to reward you with his touch. 

He leans forward and puts his weight is on his palms just by your hips, his cock pushing against your wet hole. His broadness looming over you. Leering at your neediness. The sight of him. The feel of his spongy head knocking at your entrance. It was too much. 

It was embarrassing. Degrading. It turned you on. 

“Don’t make me ask again,” he threatens, grabbing your hand again. “Wanna see you stuff that pretty hole.” He pushes two of your fingers together and brings them to his mouth, sucking them slowly and getting them good and wet. It sends shivers through your body imagining that mouth on your pussy instead.

He’s rougher this time, guiding your hand back down to your entrance. You can sense his patience running out. He pushes your pliant fingers inside without warning, fucking you in and out. Slow and hard. Until he lets go and watches you take over.

You can see from the glint in his eyes how much it is turning him on, watching you finger yourself in front of him was intoxicating to him. Your innocent moans singing into his ears. 

“Those pitiful little hands can’t get shit done” he grunts, dragging his hand up your thigh and curling around your stomach. The rough pads of his fingertips leave you trembling in their wake as he drags them lower.

He pulls your hand from its warm haven and eyes your swollen clit, begging for touch. He presses his thumb into it and circles it, making you moan. Finally giving you something. 

“Please…” you beg. Eager to feel him on you.

“Needy thing.” He stops circling and brings his hand lower, dragging his middle finger along your entrance and then spreading his fingers through your slick. 

“Go ahead.” He positions your hand around his and presses his middle and index fingers together like a gun. “You can use mine,” he commands. 

You realize he still isn’t going to fuck you. No, he wants you to move his hand and use his body to get off. He knew you would do it too because he was making you so desperate for any way to release. 

You wrap your hand around his wrist and guide him towards your entrance. Your other hand grips just above his watch in a desperate attempt to hold on. 

You are already so close, your body sucks him inside. The thickness feels so good as your pussy stretches to take him. You wince as you take in more and more of him, underestimating how thick he is. Everything about Joel Miller is so damn thick.  

“Goddamn you’re tight” he smiles crookedly as he feels your walls clamping onto him as you thrust him in and out.

You can sense a shift in the room that's palpable. He was having his fun with you, but he was getting greedy. Getting off on watching you struggle to take his fingers. He wanted to stuff you with his cock and show you what a real tight fit is, but he has no intention of giving you that satisfaction. You had to learn a lesson about teasing. 

He couldn’t resist curling his fingers inside you, prodding at your fleshy walls. Your hand was still around his but he was the one moving it now. His free hand rapidly stroking his length, thumbing over the swollen tip and God you need him so badly.

“Joel, please!” you beg. 

You are on the edge, ready to come harder than you ever have before. 

“Bet you can’t handle three,” he challenges, giving you no time to respond. He’s already decided it's happening whether you want it to or not. You do want it. You want anything he will give you. 

He groans as he adds a third finger and you flinch at the stretch. You hold  onto his forearm for dear life as his fingers fuck into you hard while he fucks into his own fist.

Now he can’t help himself from taking over entirely. He thrusts into you, deeper and deeper. Feeling your walls convulse around him as you reach your limit.

Finally he gives you permission.

“Come. Come now,” he snarls at you. Your orgasm has you gasping for breath as he relentlessly fingers you through it, chasing his own release. You soak his fingers and moan his name, your walls fluttering around him. Your nails claw into his skin, as you’re fucked out and overwhelmed by sweet ecstasy.

He comes hard and loud and you are certain your dad is passed out drunk since he hasn’t broken down your door yet. 

Joel’s hot spend hits your stomach and pussy. There is so much of it, he paints you in his release. Claiming you. 

A primal need surges inside him, desperate to leave you with his seed. You see the shift in his eyes and he can’t stop himself. His cum drips and pools around his knuckles as he fucks it inside you in a frenzy, needing his  spend as deep as his fingers will let him. 

“Joel, fuck,” you protest at the initial shock of what he is doing. He doesn’t even ask if you are protected, he just uses his brute force to thrust his cum inside. 

It’s obscene.

And it feels so good. You are as depraved as he is. You welcome him inside your body wanting more, swallowing up whatever he gives you as you come down from your high. 

His cum leaks out of you as he withdraws his fingers, but he stuffs as much back into your gaping hole as he can until his primal drive wanes. 

He gets off the bed and puts his shirt back on, leaving you laying there in his mess. 

“Next time you pull that shit again, I’ll make you sorry.” he threatens as he zips up his pants.

You smile in the dark and close your legs tightly, feeling the ache from his rough touch.

“I’m counting on it.”

Dividers @anitalenia / Banner by me

WIP Taglist: @lotusbxtch @la-vie-est-une-fleur29 @megangovier @vickie5446 @baronessvonglitter @covetyou @evolnoomym @milla-frenchy @getitoutofmymindwrites @giowritess @almostfoxglove

Tagging fellow Joel girlies and mutuals I hope will enjoy this or know a friend who might 🙏🏻 Please anytime if you don’t want to be tagged just let me know. Thank you and love you all 🩷

@pedgito @slimybeth69 @syd-djarin @wheresarizona @frannyzooey @jolapeno @joelsdagger @joelmillerisapunk @for-a-longlongtime @tightjeansjavi @bonezone44 @wethairjoel @fuckyeahdindjarin @beefrobeefcal @aurorawritestoescape @beardedjoel @hellishjoel @toxicanonymity @galaxyedging @perotovar @pearlessance @pedropeach @cavillscurls @sawymredfox @moonlitbirdie @mothandpidgeon @604to647 @yourcoolauntie @jessthebaker @ozarkthedog @iamasaddie @strang3lov3 @guiltyasdave @itwasntimethatdidit40 @sin-djarin @schnarfer

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Ooooh this was hot! 🥵🥵

communication breakdown

pairing- clint (freaky tales) x reader

rating- E (MDNI 18+)

warnings- dom/ sub dynamics, mean!clint, derogatory name calling (slut, whore), oral sex (f&m receiving), phallic-shaped straw (bachelorette party), cannon-typical violence (clint gonna punch some guy), hair-pulling, light cum play, choking, reader has vagina and breasts, hair can be pulled, no other physical characteristics, he gets nicer at the end.

a/n- it is 2am. I couldn’t stop writing. The voices told me to write it and post it tonight. Reblogs, comments and likes are all appreciated <3

It had been a week of miscommunication and clashing schedules.

Sure, it wasn’t the first time he was travelling for work at the opposite end of the country, but this time was different.

On Wednesday you knelt on your shared bed, lacy red set with stockings barely holding together as you await your nightly FaceTime call.

If the old you could see you now, she’d be floored. After a string of nothing guys who had you questioning if sex was really your ‘thing’, Clint had awoken a confident, beautiful woman who’d lay dormant for years.

Expressive, wanton, and hungry, you simply couldn’t get enough of his imposing, sturdy body, grabbing and insatiable for your own.

There was a danger, an edge when you went out with him. His face, steely and intimidating on the brink of violence. The drive to protect and serve you being gospel above all else.

What really hooked you was his need. The need to touch, smell, and taste you at all times. The feeling of being craved made your skin vibrate whenever he was around.

Forty-five minutes later your phone lights up. A flannel and sweats now replacing the hard boning of your lingerie. The fire of want dwindling to an irritating itch sitting low in your belly.

Clint’s hair is unruly, clearly been shoved and pulled at with his thick fingers. “Baby, I’m sorry.” His tone is genuine, his voice soft but with a coarse rumble that tells you that it’s been a helluva day.

Friday was no better.

Worse actually.

The row of tequila shots lined the bar, salt and lime laying next to each one. The sash, laying across your shoulders, reading ‘sister of the Groom’ in gold lettering, was similar to the one worn by your soon to be ‘sister in law’, who was enjoying the 90s club night her bridesmaids had found for her bachelorette party.

Sliding your phone from your back pocket, you were about to snap a picture of her downing the x’th shot of the night, balancing your drink with the dick shaped straw in your other hand.

Thumb tapping on the button, you accidentally decline an incoming call. It’s not until you swipe to see the 10 missed calls that your stomach knots.

Quickly, you find yourself a place where the bar meets the wall hoping it’s quiet enough to make the call.

It rings once, the image of Clint in the darkened front seat of his car, jaw popped, appears.

His phone must be in his lap, or maybe at the stick shift. The picture of him from this angle feeling familiar and awakening something within you.

“Baby, I’m so sor-“

“The fuck are you?”

You flinch, not understanding the anger in his voice. The camera shakes slightly, hinting at his fury, making that knot rise and lodge itself in your throat.

The bartender speaks to you, mistaking your position for you being next to be served. Their voice, paired with the harsh baseline thumping around you, gives Clint a clue.

“Are you at the fucking club right now?” His eyes crinkle at the sides as he brings the phone closer to himself.

“Yes, I’m at the fucking club. I’m at the bachelorette party.” Your voice mocks him, aiming the camera down so he can see your sash and cock straw.

“So I come home, early, to an empty house, like a jackass, and you’re what? Shaking your ass like a fucking whore?”

Air whooshes through your lips, somewhere between a gasp and a chuckle as you stare at him as he throws a tantrum.

Along with this craving you had for each other came a grotesque and carnal jealousy.

You both felt it.

His line of work makes him interact with people that would do anything to get off the hook. It bothered you, sure, but you knew that you belonged to each other. Nothing would get in the way of that.

Clint’s jealousy was always tangible. Something that could be held, thrown, used as a weapon.

Often, that jealousy led to the most heinous, visceral experiences of your life. With you on your knees, on your back, or pinned down on your face, begging for mercy.

It was everything you’d ever wanted.

Searching with your tongue, you find the straw and drink down a mouthful. The liquor burns, giving you a head rush and the confidence you’d need to get through this conversation.

“What am I meant to be? A fucking mind reader? I didn’t know you were coming early. I fucking told you about this party. Don’t be mad that you hurt your own fucking feelings.”

“The fuck is that?”

You narrow your eyes, cheeks lifting and head shaking softly, not following what the problem is.

“That thing in your mouth. Is that a dick?”

Your lips twitch but you try with all your might to restrain your smirk. Putting the straw in your mouth again, you hollow your cheeks as you drain the rest of the liquid.

“Mhm, yeah it is.” Lips close around the tip of the plastic, running it back and forth over your lips.

“You jealous of a piece of plasti-“

“Nice straw, sweetheart.” Your eyes snap up, peering over the top of your phone to a tall, light haired man. His stubble is neatly trimmed, blue eyes twinkling as he winks at you.

“Although, I got the real deal right here if you want a go?” Rounding your eyes at him, you place your glass, cock straw in tow, on the top of the bar and minisculely shake your head . Silently pleading with him to shut the fuck up.

Three wooly beeps sound from your speaker, signifying the end of the call and, possibly, the end of this guy's life.

-

Broad, leather clad shoulders barge past anyone in his way.

Ears ringing from the stupid fucking music, he scans around the outskirts of the room for a light or reflection that would lead him to you.

From behind him, he hears a gaggle of whoops and cheers. All loud. All distinctly feminine.

Spinning on his heel, he sees the feather boas, silken sashes and fucking cock straws before his eyes lock onto your figure.

That dress, black and mesh, shows your slip underneath and clings to your full rounded ass.

Mine

Clint stalks, b-lining straight to you.

He knows what you’ll smell like, how your sweet and musky perfume sticks to your neck.

How it’ll make his eyes flutter as he presses his nose to that spot right behind your ear.

How you always sprits a little on your panties as you’re getting ready, and, how, after he tells you all the filthy things he wants to do to you, it mixes with the heady smell of your pussy.

Jaw clenched and dick hard he’s five steps away as he sees a lanky fuck come and whisper something in your ear.

The baseline is miraculously drowned out by the blood in his ears as the guy touches your lower back.

Clint grabs the guy by his dumbfuck polo neck collar and shoves him aside. His knee comes into direct contact with his stomach as the lighter haired man bends in the middle.

Crouching slightly, Clint grabs the guy's collar again, enough so he’ll look him in the eye. “If you even look at her again, I will fucking kill you.” He shoves him to the ground and turns, eyes meeting yours in an instant.

With hurried goodbyes, you leave, dragged by the wrist and shoved into the passenger seat of Clint’s car.

The air fizzes and pops on your drive home.

Every breath and twitch laboured. Each threatening to ignite the stick of dynamite in the driver's seat.

Clint’s giant, hairy hands white knuckle the steering wheel. Every adjustment highlighting his strong chorded forearms, his leather jacket flung in your direction as you left the club.

A little too harshly you come to a stop, the humming of the cooling engine reflecting the anger radiating off your man.

The lighter makes his face glow orange before throwing you back into darkness. Clint, taking his first drag, allows his head to fall to the headrest with his first exhale.

“Get inside.” It’s a whisper but no less demanding or threatening in tone.

You’re not sure how long it’s been, but as you stand there in front of your bathroom vanity, cleansing your face of your well worn makeup, you hear the front door slam and lock shut.

Deft, even, thuds echo through your hallway getting duller as he reaches your carpeted bedroom. The scream from your door hinges signalling that he’s right behind you.

Your eyes flit to his in the mirror, only for a moment the heat in his stare making you flinch.

Your palms grab either side of the sink rim as you bow your head to rinse away the bubbles from your makeup remover. Patting yourself dry, you feel his heat gaining on you.

He hovers, so much so that you feel the atoms between you bounce, collide and crash together.

A prelude as to what is to come.

“Look at me.”

You do. Finding the strength to still the slight tremble you’ve developed.

Normally, his eyes are comforting. A hot espresso on a cold winter’s morning. Now, they’re a hooded, black, midnight sky. Your overhead light reflects off them and serves as the stars.

“Get on your fucking knees.”

As if dealing with a wild animal, you make slow, legato movements.

First, you turn, eyes still glued to him. Then, slowly, your knees sink down, down until they hit the biting tiles below. Your short, pink, silken pyjamas serve no protection.

Exhaling, you roll your shoulders back, letting your palms lay flat on your thighs as you sit on your haunches.

Clint maintains eye contact as the clink of metal on metal bounces around the bathroom. He unbuttons his jeans, only pushing them and his underwear to below his heavy balls.

The temptation is too much, so you give in. His thick, uncut cock is solid as a rock. The pink, sensitive crown of his dick weeping as he squeezes himself at the base and tugs three long strokes.

“You know, I came here all nice tonight…” He bumps the tip of his dick in the divot between your chin and bottom lip, a silent demand to open your mouth. “Got you flowers. Wearin that cologne you really like. I wanted to surprise you.”

You oblige, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to capacity, the saliva already streaming its way to the tip of your tongue.

Steadily, Clint feeds you his cock. Exhaling, he shoves himself in slowly but all the way, so that your nose is tickled by the short curls at the base of him.

As a reflex, you swallow, causing your man to clench his jaw as if this pace is causing him pain.

“But you were at the club with a plastic cock in your mouth. Bet you found that real fuckin’ funny, huh?”

You try to move, to argue your position, defend your actions but you’re stuck. Clint’s thumb and forefinger pinching the hinge of your jaw. Shaking your head, he ensures your eyes are on him again.

“You sit there like a good fucking slut and do what you’re told.”

As you nod quickly, agreeing to your fate, his fingers shift. The pad of his thumb rests on the front column of your throat, pressing firmly as the other four fingers hold you still at your nape.

Gracefully, he begins to move. Hips pumping painfully slowly and his thumb pressing evenly as his cock slides in and out of your mouth.

As he moves faster, his eyes flutter and roll back, the grip on your neck getting tighter. The musky smell, so distinctly him, gets stronger as your wet hot mouth dribbles over his dick and down his balls.

Selfishly, you lose yourself. All time and place dissipates as you grab ahold of the denim on his thighs urging him to move faster. Moaning, slurping and gurgling, bubbles form at the corners of your mouth, as he begins to fuck your face.

A sharp, needle-like sting radiates through your skull as his fingers thread through your hair and yank roughly.

“You like that don’t you? You like me using you?” He tugs again when you don’t answer.

“Mmmm mhmmm” you gargle, his thick cock making your jaw ache.

“I bet if I were to check your lil shorts she’d be fucking crying out for me. Y’know why?” His thrusts get faster, more shallow but still making sure to get your throat on every third or fourth stroke, making your eyelids heavy.

“Cause she’s a good fucking girl. She knows she’s mine.” You hum in agreement, nodding slowly and sucking in your cheeks. His salty taste getting stronger and tip more swollen as you bring him closer to release.

The thick fingers of his other hand thread through your hair and join his other as he sets a grueling pace.

Pulling and palming your hair, he takes exactly what he wants from you. Not needing your expertise nor enthusiasm as he uses you as a form of sweet punishment for your earlier transgressions.

Yanking and pulling you by your hair, he makes your mouth pop off from his twitching dick.

“Y’see if I were to give you my come, that’s exactly what you’d want.”

Clint continues holding your hair in one hand but strokes his spit coated cock roughly with the other. The pretty, pink head of his cock pumps against your swollen, stretched out lips as his jaw tightens.

“Take out your tits.”

As requested, you slip both delicate straps down your shoulders and pull at the neckline of your vest revealing the heavy, neglected sweetness of your chest.

It only takes a few more yanks as Clint comes all over you. Hot, continuous spurts of his come cover your soft pillowy chest and neck.

“Open.”

With an index finger, he sweeps through the trail he’s left and then pushes it into your mouth, letting you suck it clean.

Repeating his earlier action he hinges your jaw, demanding your release and full submission to his will.

Sucking in his cheeks and tongue he gathers spit in his mouth, holding it there whilst maintaining eye contact before forcefully spitting into your mouth.

He watches for a moment, his saliva slowly melting away on your tongue before closing your mouth for you and watching your throat bob as you swallow it down.

His eyes, now lacking some of the earlier mirth but still darkened, go to your chest. Delicately he corrects your neckline and straps, the remnants of his gift seeping through immediately, turning the baby pink into a rose colour.

Reverently, his palm rests on your cheek as the softer, calmer beast fronts for a moment.

“Go into the room. Lay on the bed on your back.”

Doing as you’re told, it doesn’t take long for him to join you in the bedroom, his index fingers hooking into the elastic of your shorts but not pulling them down.

“I thought about tasting you all week, yknow.” He pushes the hem of your vest upwards, exposing the soft, roundness of your stomach.

As if a reflex, he places three, opened-mouth kisses to your tummy, lower each time before his nose rests on your mound.

Exhaling audibly, he finds himself chuckling as he proves his earlier suspicions right. A mix of your perfume and your wet, hot, cunt about to send him into a frenzy.

Through your silky shorts, he presses his tongue against your clit, keeping it there, unmoving, so as to soak through the fabric.

When he’s satisfied by the changing hue, he brings his face closer to you still, his nose presses right against your clit. That heady, wet scent making him moan as he inhales you.

“You’re always so good for me.” He shifts the fabric to the side licking a long, deep stripe up your folds and then back down.

“So pretty and wet.” Hooking the fabric with his index finger, he reveals your puffy clit and blows on it, making your back bow as your hips shift upwards.

“I’m sorry I had to go away.” He kitten licks the engorged bud, making your skin flare and your breathing more ragged.

Enjoying your reaction he swirls his tongue across you again, stopping and pulling back for an instant to see your tight little hole flicker and pulse for him.

Then, grabbing you by the tops of your thighs he pulls your pussy to him as he suctions his lips and tongue onto you.

“Fuck baby, I missed you so much.” You begin to babble incoherently, grinding down on to his face, your manicured nails threading through his thick curls and scratching his scalp.

“You always know what I need. You are so good to me.” You affirm him. Apologising for the scare you gave him and thanking him for always coming to get you.

You prop yourself on an elbow, needing to see what you’ve missed all this week, already mourning the next time it’ll happen.

“Look at me, please baby.”

His eyes pop open, dark and drunk as he moves his tongue to your hole. Licking, slurping, kissing, his tongue and jaw work in tandem as his beautiful nose bumps against your clit with a steady even pressure.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Give it to me.” Your hips keep grinding, your flesh poking through the gaps in between his fingers as he eats you and coaxes you to oblivion.

Writhing and jerking, your body screams for him as his hot tongue licks and flicks against your twitching clit.

“Clint, fuck”

Rutting your hips in the same rhythm as he licks, it sounds like you’ve been plunged into the deep end as licks up every last drop you give him.

It takes a few moments but you eventually open your eyes. Your broad tower of a man pulling at the collar of his shirt and shucking off his pants, ready for a proper homecoming.

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dont copy/ paste this into ai

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The SAVE Act has passed the house 😓 Don't let the Senate bring it to a vote.

SAVE Act - short list of this bill's implications. Take quick action: 5calls | resistbot

With a 53-47 majority, Senate Republicans would need Democratic support to overcome the 60-vote threshold to advance the bill to a final vote and ultimately send it to Trump to sign into law.

Ending debate and bringing a bill to a vote is called "cloture." This takes 60 votes in the Senate. Once the bill is brought to a vote, it only takes a simple majority to pass, which Republicans have. So refusing to bring the bill to a vote is our best shot.

If you live in the U.S, your state has two senators. Regardless of your legal status, they represent you. Tell your senators to vote NO on cloture and NO on the SAVE Act. Even if they plan to vote no on the bill itself, a vote for cloture is throwing democracy under the bus and letting the SAVE Act pass.

I'm on my knees... I'm offering fic... I'm holding your hand. We're all spotting you. You got this. 🏋️‍♂️

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Moots, followers, and everyone else in between, even if we’ve never talked. Would you reblog this post with your Pillowfort link so I have something of a masterlist of all of you?

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you're playing hide and seek with Joel. he's loosing.

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Where else you can find me.

Sharing this info and welcoming any of my friends / followers / mutuals to follow me or reach out to me on at any of these places if you wish. I am on discord literally all the time so please don't hesitate to add me and chat with me on there <3

Discord @ Arcane.Fox

Pillowfort @ ArcaneFox

AO3 @ Arcane_Fox

Bluesky @ Arcane-Fox

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Hi y’all! For those of us making a “just in cases” account on Pillowfort, I’ve started a community there for us to find a home.

Feel free to join us!! ❤️

Also, give me a follow there at sunshinehaze1

Tagging some folks to help spread the word: @goodwithcheese @jolapeno @vichons @half-moon16 @80ssong @kilamonster @peepawispunk @itsokbbygrlbutworsethistime @bitchwitch1981 @wannab-urs @sp00kymulderr @din-cognito @bergamote-catsandbooks

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PPCU AO3 WRITERS DATABASE

>> click to open database <<

after this post the other day, i've birthed this little database to share writers on tumblr who also post on AO3 (or vice versa) in the pedro pascal character fanfic space (not rpf, sorry).

key benefits: it is more accessible to those who use screenreaders, those who wish to download fics to read on their e-readers or for longer series. plus, for writers, if you cross-post, people can subscribe and either read on there or tumblr, and interact with you - as notifications aren't always the best on here.

how to use:

> the database is locked to view only. > it is organised by A-Z by tumblr name by me. > you can add a "temporary" filter to organise this differently. i.e. Z-A, by AO3 name, or even the fandom list.

housekeeping:

the fandom list is up to date as of adding, if you expand out into other fandoms, i won't be updating (I'm sorry), but at least this is a starting point.

i can/will add other people, but please comment on >> THIS << post for now.

____

just tooting some moots who helped spread the word:

@goodwithcheese @saradika @secretelephanttattoo @ezrasbirdie

@pedgito @nothoughtsjustmeds @swiftispunk @harriedandharassed

[arcanefox207]

Where else you can find me.

Sharing this info and welcoming any of my friends / followers / mutuals to follow me or reach out to me on at any of these places if you wish. I am on discord literally all the time so please don't hesitate to add me and chat with me on there <3

Discord @ Arcane.Fox

Pillowfort @ ArcaneFox

AO3 @ Arcane_Fox

Bluesky @ Arcane-Fox

[arcanefox207]

Where else you can find me.

Sharing this info and welcoming any of my friends / followers / mutuals to follow me or reach out to me on at any of these places if you wish. I am on discord literally all the time so please don't hesitate to add me and chat with me on there <3

Discord @ Arcane.Fox

Pillowfort @ ArcaneFox

AO3 @ Arcane_Fox

Bluesky @ Arcane-Fox

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after taking with a few friends, i’m genuinely curious. there are no wrong answers here 🤍

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sex with joel, but he hasn’t don’t it in like 10 years

1: hell fuckin yeah. 2: this was the first thing i saw when i woke up. i typed this out with one eye open, don’t look at it too hard.

SMUT, MDNI, p in v sex | masterlist

Joel hasn’t fucked anyone in ten years, and it shows.

He’s careful with you at first, like he doesn’t quite trust that his hands remember how to be gentle, calloused from years of violence, worn from a life that forced him to forget how to be tender.

You can feel his hesitance in the way he breathes like he’s drowning, the way his hands grip too tight, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

Every touch is agonisingly slow, reverent, savouring the way your body reacts to his.

He groans like he’s starved, like the taste of you is something he’s craved for a decade without knowing it.

And when he finally sinks into you, once he hears that broken little moan slip from your lips, it’s over, every ounce of restraint shatters.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” he growls. “You don’t even know what the hell you’re doin’ to me.”

He’s bruising with the way he grabs your hips, grinding into you like he’s trying to make up for every second he went without this feeling.

He doesn’t just fuck you, it’s worship the way he claims you, his breath hot against your neck.

“Ten fuckin’ years,” he grunts through gritted teeth. “And now this - you.”

He fucks you slow, clammy skin pressed hot against each other, sweat beading along his brow as he leans his forehead against yours.

His hand slides under your knee to pull your leg up around his waist, coaxing himself deeper, taking every piece of you there is to offer.

“So - fuckin’ tight,” he groans. “Been dreamin’ of this - how you’d sound, how you’d feel..”

He starts to falter when the flutter of your cunt tells him you’re close, his hips losing any kind of rhythm.

When you finally come, it shatters him, the cause of his own undoing.

He presses his mouth against yours, tongue spilling into your mouth as you each swallow every desperate sound you continue to pull from one another.

And when he follows you over the edge, he buries himself deep, tight, just in case it’s the last time.