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spookysteddie · 1 year ago

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Always Comin’ Home to You

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

18+ MINOR DNI

dec: after a fight with his step-mother Gator comes home late, scaring you. His bruises tell you of the day he had and all he wants is to feel you.

cw: Swearing, abandonment, mental / physical abuse (Roy to Gator), domestic abuse (Roy to Karen), bruises, mention of death, implication of anxiety, murder, toxic religion themes, gator calls his step-mom a cunt, crying, fingering, daddy kink, dd/lg themes if you squint, Gator calls himself her God (what's the name for that?), unprotected penetrative sex, cream pie, promises. (let me know if I missed anything)

wc: 3.7k

a/n: I need Gator Tillman like I need to fucking breathe. This man is WOW. I just want to pet him and tell him he is, in fact, a winner and then suck him off. Anyway, I hope y'all like this heheh

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Gator Tillman didn’t have a lot of good things in his life.

Between his mother leaving, his father being as asshole and everything in between, Gator was a little fucked up and very morally gray. Doing his daddy's dirty work in the hopes Roy will finally be proud of him.

Now, there was one good thing (or person) in his life, one human who brought out the best in him. One person who saw him for the person he was deep inside. The one who saw him as a winner.

You.

You were everything Gator could ever dream of, his perfect girl.

“Gator? Baby have you seen my sunglasses?” You pull some clothes out of the hamper, double (triple) checking that they weren’t in there. “Do you have them? Are they in your cruiser?!”

You hear Gators heavy footsteps before he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, “have ya checked on top of ya head?” You can hear the smugness in his voice and instantly you want to punch him.

You were an angel and subsequently the sweetest girl. Shit, you make Gator catch and release the spiders you find in the house because you ‘want someone to grant you the same kindness in life’. Whatever that means. But of course he does it, because the last thing he wants is to make you cry.

Well, that’s not true. He loves making you cry while your wrapped around his cock, fucking you so deep and hard that you can’t form a complete thought. Only then does he enjoy the tears streaming down your face.

But at the same time, you had a wicked attitude. One he liked to fuck outta you at every opportunity. And when you look up at him he knows it’s coming.

“Do they look like they’re on my fuckin’ head, Gator? Jesus Christ.” But he doesn't fail to notice you subtly check in the mirror to make sure they aren’t actually on your head. They aren’t, for the record.

Gator is not like his daddy. Does he have his fathers attitude? Absolutely. But he has never raised his hand to you outside of the bedroom, much to his fathers dislike. Claiming he’s watched his father beat on his step-mother and even though he hates her – only because she gave birth to his twin sisters, giving his father two more chances to fuck their futures up – he doesn’t think it’s right.

He balls his fists, nails digging into the center of his hand. He has too much shit to do today and, frankly, doesn’t have time for this shit. “Watch ya mouth bunny. Lucky my dad aint home to hear you take Christs name in vain.”

Gator is right. His daddy already doesn't like you, doesn’t think you’re Godly enough. He also seems to think you’re an idiot simply because Gator does everything for you, even down to tying your shoes. It’s something Gator likes doing, taking care of you as it helps ease his mind.

But at the same time Roy wonders how his son could catch and keep a girl like you. It’s emotional whiplash most of the time. Of course, Gator takes the brunt of his daddy's issues when it comes to you, never letting his daddy so much as look wrong in your direction.

You sigh, running your hands down your pink skirt, “look, can you please help me find them? You know my eyes don’t do well with the sun bouncing off the snow.”

His eyes soften, loving when you need his help, “I’m willin’ to bet they’re in the cruiser on the floor boards.”

Your face heats as you remember exactly why they’d be on the floor of the cruiser, your escapades from your little meeting at the police station last night. There was always that preliminary fuck before going back to Roys (cause God forbid Gator ever come stay at your place. His daddy needs him nice and close.) considering you don’t know how to keep your moans quiet. So, he tires you out, not so much that you can’t drive back to his place, but just enough to where you’re silent during round two and three and four.

The cold nips at your bare legs, winter just as brutal as every other year in this godforsaken state. You swear it never gets easier, winter, and the older you get the more you think about moving south. You think Gator would like the warmer weather, probably find the warmth soothing.

“Ah ha! Got ‘em!” Gator hands them to you with a huge smile on his face. He looks almost boy-like. It’s rare he has a genuine smile, especially when his daddy is around.

“Gator,” his step-mothers voice rings out from the porch, making you both jump. He doesn’t turn around, doesn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing his frustration. “Stop yellin’ cause your sisters are sleepin’!”

“Karen, they’re at the other end of this fuckin house and your scratchy ass voice is louder than me.”

You can see her huff, “I should call your father!”

He sighs, turning on his heel, “I don’t think that’ll be a good idea. Dad’s… a little busy today.” Gator knows exactly what his daddy is busy with, not that he’d ever tell you. Terrified that he would somehow put you in danger.

You know that there was shit his daddy made him do. Things that forced him to come home with black eyes, bloody lips and bruises on his knuckles and body. It hurt your heart every time he came home like that, telling you it was nothing while he winces as he takes off his clothes.

Karen seethes from the porch and you see her look from Gator to you and back. Gator, who notices everything, sees it and steps in front of you, pushing you behind him. “Don’t look at her like that, Karen.”

That seems to annoy her more, “she better not be here tonight. You hear me? Don’t need your sisters hearin the stuff you two get up to at night.”

“Not any worse than dads hands hittin’ your face while they sit at the kitchen table.” You cringe at his statement, seeing Roy hit Karen more times than you can count. “You don’t run this house. Or tell me what to do.” He spits on the ground and turns away, waiting till he hears the door slam to speak.

“I fuckin hate her. She’s sucha little bitch.”

You wrap your arms around his middle, breathing him in. “Can stay at mine tonight if you want. Don’t wanna get you in trouble,” you murmur into his shirt. “O-or we can spend a night apart. I know we haven’t done that inna while but just till this blows over an’ we know she didn’t say nothin’ to your father.”

You know you're rambling, but all you want is to make Gators life comfortable and safe. You know there is a small chance that Karen will call Roy, tell him what happened, maybe even lie (she’s done that before) and say you upset her. If that happens, Gator will get it good, possibly another broken arm or dislocated jaw. That’s the last thing you want. You can feel you chest ache, eyes burning at the idea of Roy hurtin’ him.

Gator pulls your face back from his chest, making you look up at him, “don’t you be worryin’ bout me now. Roy ain’t gonna do shit and I don’t sleep when you aren’t curled up next to me,” he kisses your forehead. “I’ll put some feelers out to see if that little bitch called him. Gotta meeting at 3 with him.”

You nod, your hand coming up to fix his jacket. In reality, you just need something to distract from the burning behind your eyes.

“Hey? I’m serious. I’ll be fine, okay?” He lets you go to reach into his pocket, pulling out some cash and handing it to you, “why don’t you go get your nails done or something, yeah?”

You know refusing to take the money wont go well, so you take it, putting it in the pocket of your jacket. “Thank you, daddy,” you whisper out, knowing you aren’t really supposed to say that outside of Gators locked bedroom door.

He lets it slide, the day has been stressful enough for you. “That’s my good bunny. Now, run along and I’ll meet you here at six okay?”

You tilt your head, “no station tonight?”

“Nah… Jerry is working and he’s got a starin’ problem when it comes to ya. Don’t feel like scoopin’ eyeballs out. Too messy.”

You shudder but kiss him goodbye before getting in your car. You have a very bad feeling his 3pm meeting isn’t going to go how he expects.

…

You were right.

You knew you were right the second you pulled up to his house at six on the dot and he wasn’t home. You reach for your phone, looking to see if maybe you’d missed a text, phone call, shit even an email from your boyfriend.

Nothing.

Even when you try to call him, you're met with a voicemail. You can feel the bile rise in the back of your throat, fear making your skin itch. Was this it? Was this the time Roy sends him out there to do his dirty work and he doesn’t make it home?

He could be anywhere right now. Not only that, if he was dead, no one would do shit for him. No funeral, no service, nothing. His dad would go on and wipe his hands clean of his “loser” son, probably more than happy that the ties of his first wife are gone for good.

Oh God, what if he was dying, the cold freezing the blood onto his skin, frostbite settling in. He could be so scared, praying to the God he doesn’t believe in that you come find him. His clothes are probably wet too, sticking to him thanks to the sn-

A knock on your window makes you jump, a yelp falling from your lips. You look over, seeing the blue of his jacket in your peripheral and the sight makes you gasp. You’re quick to shut off the car, jumping out and getting a closer look at him.

He looks… awful. His right eye is nearly swollen shut, dry blood sticking to his split brow. There is a bruise on the other side of his face and under his left eyes, clearly he got hit in the nose.

“Baby…” this time you can't stop the tears from falling. “Baby what happened?”

He lets out a long, deep sigh, his hands resting on your cheeks. “Fuckin’ cunt called dad. Said I needed a lesson in respect. S’how I got the bruise on my left eye.” He wipes the tear that falls from your eye, his touch soft and kind, “sent me to do some shit across state lines. Guy beat the fuck outta me. He ain’t alive no more though.”

You sniffle, “is it just your face?”

He shakes his head but doesn’t say more. He knows you’ll see the rest once he gets you inside. Well … “we-I can’t let you sleep here tonight, Gator.”

He shakes his head, “it’s fine. Dad said so himself. Come on.”

And so he drags you inside, Karen looking like the cat that caught the canary as she watches you help Gator walk. You make a mental note to never forget this, never forget how she treats her step-son.

You push open Gators bedroom door, making sure to shut it silently and lock it before settling Gator on the bed. “Let’s get ya into some comfy clothes, yeah?”

You crouch down in front of him, making quick work of untying his boots.

“Baby, I can do this. I’m the one who's supposed to help you.”

That only makes more tears burn your eyes. You hated that he never let anyone help him, hated that he always had to be strong, couldn’t ever cry, nothing. You hated Roy for making him like this and you hated his mother for leaving and not saving her only son from a life of pain.

“Stop. Just-just let me help you, Gator please.” You pull at the laces to loosen them and make it easier to slide off his boot, your vision blurry from the tears in your eyes.

His boot comes off easy and you make sure you keep your hold on it so it doesn’t make any noise on the floor. Same with the second one.

You stand, unclipping his thigh holster and setting it on the nightstand where he likes it. Incase of emergencies. Next is his belt, coming off with ease. He stops you when you get to his pants, making you look up at him. He hates the silver shining along your waterline.

“I love you, little bunny.” He says it so quietly that you almost miss it.

“I love you too.” Your voice cracks as you say.

You work on his pants, popping open the buttons with ease. Next you pull his shirt out of his pants and pull it over his head. By the time his shirt hits the floor, you’ve gotten a full look at his bare torso. A bruise is forming along his ribs, it’s really red and slightly turning purple.

“Jeez baby,” your hands gently touch his skin and he hisses a little. “S-sorry.”

He says nothing as he helps you pull off his pants, leaving him in just his boxers.

“Stay here,” you tell him as you collect his dirty clothes and go into his attached bathroom. You sigh as you grab a face cloth, turning the water on so it heats up. It, of course, takes forever for the water to warm. Nothing like shit water heating thanks to the frigid winter. But once it does you wet the cloth and grab the first aid kit and go back to him.

You’ve done this before, cleaned him up, you’ve even stitched him up. You’d like to thank the internet for telling you how to do that and you’ve gotten good over the last two years.

“S’is gonna hurt. Luckily it looks like you don’t need stitches. Just don’t move while I work okay?”

He nods, “yes, baby. Ya don’t have to do this. I know you don’t like blood.” This was true, you didn’t like blood at all, barely even being able to handle papercuts. But for some reason, when it comes to him, you can manage to push it aside. Cuts can get infected and when they’re on his face it means it could go to the brain faster.

You carefully dab the wet rag around his split eyebrow, gently clearing off the blood and making sure that you don’t resplit the cut open. “I think it split from the swellin’ but I don’t think it needs stitches.”

He nods slightly, “good. I was hoping it’d close on its own.”

You put some wound cleaner on it before you bandage it. He might have a scar there unless he leaves it alone. But knowing Gator, it’ll open again. You clean up around his face and causing a hiss to leave his lips once you touch his cheek and eye. You apologize, applying some cream that makes bruises heal faster to his face and ribs.

“That’s everything.” You force a small smile at him, tossing the wet cloth into the hamper and putting the first aid kit away. You get undressed, needing skin to skin contact. Then, you climb into bed, snuggling up to him, resting your head on the safe side of his chest.

The silence stretches, Gators arm around your shoulders, his thumb moving softly.

“I thought you were dead in the snow,” the words tumble out of you before you can stop them.

He thumb stills for a heartbeat before resuming, “but m’not.”

“I’m sorry this is the life you were forced into. It is not fair.”

He kisses your head, breathing you in for a moment, “it’s not your fault, bunny. You didn’t do any of this. Shoulda kept my mouth shut when it came to Karen. Just… smile an’ wave.”

You shake your head, kissing his chest, “not how it’s supposed to be.”

Gator rolls over you, forcing you on your back. He bites back a pained groan. “My sweet bunny, listen to me. I am here. I am safe. S’gonna take a lot more to kill me.” He leans down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

You let your hands slide into his hair, deepening the kiss. Honestly, you just need to feel him. He knows it and if he’s being honest, he needs to feel you too. He’ll never say it out loud, but as he laid in the snow, doing his best to get the fucker he was sent to kill off of him, he was scared.

Scared he would die and you’d spend the rest of you life wondering. He knew no one would fill you in and he knew his daddy wouldn’t have a service for him. You’d be alone, wondering what happened to him, praying to the god you don’t believe in that he’d come home again. So, he fought like hell and now, he really needs you. Needs to be inside you.

You pull back, breaking the kiss, “Gator, we can’t.”

“We can. Please baby.” Gator doesn’t beg, he didn’t need to when it came to you. Always more than willing to do what he says and give him what he wants. His begging makes you give in.

His hands push your underwear aside, feeling how ready you already are for him. Always ready, always wanting and only for him.

You pull him in for a kiss while his fingers find your clit with ease, swallowing your moans. He always knows exactly how you like it, fingers moving in swift circles and just the right amount of pressure.

“So fucking pretty when you’re at my mercy,” he pushes two fingers inside you, the stretch making your brain go fuzzy. “Looked so fucking pretty in your little skirt and frilly socks. My little angel.”

The way Gator is cooing at you, his fingers crooked up to touch the one spot that drives you nuts and you can feel yourself slipping into that headspace you both love. You’re trying so hard to be logical, knowing he’s hurt and can hurt himself further.

“Thank you, daddy. Bought it because I thought you’d like it.” Your voice is getting small, breathy.

He grins, kissing down your neck, “I love it. Love everything you wear. Look so pretty in your pastels.” His thumb finds your clit, a soft moan falling from your lips. It’s embarrasing how quickly you are to coming around his fingers.

“P-please. Gator please.”

He smirks, “use your words, sweet girl. Tell me what you want.”

You can feel your body heat up from both the coil inside you winding tighter and the embarrassment of having to say what you want. “I-I need to cum. So bad.”

The second the words are in the air, Gator pulls his hands away, leaving your orgasm to fade away. “NO! No, no, no, no please!”

He sucks a mark into your neck, his tongue licking over the spot to sooth it.

“Need ya to cum on my cock, baby.”

Before your brain can catch up, he’s sliding inside you. The stretch is something you haven't gotten used to in the last two years. It feels like he's splitting you in half, his cock filling you completely.

“OH! Oh my god.” You're already panting, squeezing him so hard he’s fighting to not bust prematurely.

Gator drops to his forearms and pumps his hips, getting right in your face. He’s so close you can smell the fruity scent from the vape he was no doubt huffing on before coming to see you.

“S’right baby, I am your God and I love when ya pray to me.”

You can’t help the way your cunt clenches, a moan falling from your lips that is just slightly too loud for either of your comforts. At the moment, you don’t care. You know Roy already got his fill of kicking Gatos' ass. He’s not going to worry about it tonight.

“Daddy, please. I’m so close.”

His hips are snapping hard, cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. He feels like he’s inside your throat and you can’t tell if his grunts are from pain, pleasure, or both.

“Not yet. Almost there. D-don’t cum yet.”

Your nails sink into his biceps, hips starting to stutter.

“Please! Fuck! Oh god…”

He smirks, eyes meeting yours, “yeah? I know how bad ya need it. How bad ya need me to fill this pretty, little cunt up. Breed an own ya f’ever? Hm?” His eyes are black and he looks absolutely feral. Primal.

His hand snakes down the front of your body, finding your clit with ease. You gasp, thighs starting to shake. You knew you weren’t going to last but you needed his permission. You craved his praise and being in his good graces. You’d let him do anything to you, that’s how much you trust him.

“Yes! Yes! Whatever you want. Anything.” You don’t even know what you’re saying at this point, too cock drunk to think of anything besides him and what he’s doing to you.

He laughs, seeing your eyes glazed over and tears of pleasure lining your eyes, “cum for me bunny. Do it.”

It’s all you need to fall into bliss.

His hand covers your mouth knowing how loud you’re about to be. His face drops into your neck as he cums with you, both of your moans muffled by each other's bodies. His cum fills you, leaking out as he brings you both down.

His hand slowly leaves your mouth, head lifting to look at you.

“I love you. I fuckin’ love you so fuckin’ much.” He leaves little kisses all over your face, trying to bring you back to him. “You hear me? M’never leavin’ you.”

You take a shuddering inhale, trying to form a coherent thought, “P-promise?”

You hold your pinky up to him, hands shaking while adrenalin continues to run through your veins. He giggles, hooking his pinky with yours, “promise. I’ll always come home to you. I will always fall asleep next to you.”

He looks down, flipping your hand over and checking out your nails, “I can’t wait for these pretty, red claws to be wrapped around my cock.”

Your chest lightens as you both laugh together.

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suguru-getos · 10 months ago

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geto suguru in love

a/n: this got hella ✨🌻 poetic 🌻✨ is what i feel but ah well, its sugu baby 🥰🥰❤️ so i was basically listening to the self ship song & i wanted to vomit what i saw/imagined while listening to it :DD

it’s the little things that haunt geto suguru, that make him realize how much he really is falling into the abyss named after you. if you think about it, it’s just a coffee date, yet when you arrive, it feels like cold snow melting under the first glimmer of soaking warm sun, how your white dress does no justice to you, nothing would actually… what could do justice to a greek goddess like you? something does, the studded diamond choker you wear gifted by him looks worthy enough to be on you…

when you smile at him, his heart can feel the thumping stop for a moment, how you flawlessly walk to him, oh how did he get so lucky? it feels like dying & he would die a thousand times for when you smile & look at him like he’s your whole world. it’s torture, the torment of the most masochistic degree… you’re his walking torment.

oh how you need to snap your fingers to break his trail of thoughts, it’s like glass shattering and he rewards you with a smile again. “you’re so beautiful i got lost…” it feels like burning, it’s so many emotions suguru couldn’t possibly fathom all of them in a single life time. too bad he’s going to come after you in every life.

how you giggle, the second most melodious tune he ever heard — how can he stay sane when you’re a walking paradox of happiness & misery for him? so miserable he can’t breathe… so happy he can’t breathe…

he holds your hand, watching your beautiful face bloom like a tulip 🌷 when his thumb caresses your skin, how his eyes set at you, how can anyone be this beautiful? how can he not be enamored?

his eyes dart towards your nails, and his thoughts divert again… he has tasted you, felt you, ravaged you. senses hazy and darkened while his pupils dilate, ravishing your helpless scratching on his back, your brows furrowed & how your head tilts back… lips gnawed & swollen with love written all over you… you’re perfect.

he tries to walk the thin line of sanity again, but his mind is strayed to worshipping you again, how you squeeze down at him, how you touch him, crawling to him on all fours on the mattress, decorated & wrapped like a present in that lacy lingerie…nuzzling your nose against his crotch, unabashed, unflinching with your needs… with your need for him.

oh you snap him again with your forehead flick, chuckling and asking him where he’s so lost? how can he tell you that he was… he’s just been found after you met him, or maybe you’re also lost with him. doesn’t matter anymore; all that matters to him is you. and only you.

now he has to return the favor, no? make you feel just as special as you make him… here he is, leaning against his palm & staring at you like an artist gulping inspiration. you wreck him, absolutely.

another thought races his mind, who else has dared to touch you with their filthy hands…. no. nobody can, and nobody should. maybe some violence is necessary, no-

it’s when you intertwine your hands with him, conversing with a shell of him that his thoughts cascade into something else again, how you gasp out and whisper his name, each syllable in a coaxing manipulation… “su gu ru” the least he can do is to ruin your body, you’ve ruined his soul entirely have you not?

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skele-bunny · 6 months ago

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Thinking about Daddy Kink Dew/Phantom again...

I'm so insane about them.....

CW for daddy kink and "baby boy"/"Daddy's good boy" used, spanking

(but this is NOT DD/LB that is a no go for me. I just like the name usage)

Super long post!

It was a joke when Phantom used it first, the entire pack cuddled in the common room when Dew came out holding plates with the help of Mountain.

"Don't be up too late tonight, we have practice in the morning."

Phantom had just chirped, thanking him and he's gotten a little sassy thanks to Swiss and Rain! "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say dad."

"See? It's things like that, that makes me think you're a dumb kit."

"Oh, sorry, lemme- wha'ever say daddy." He's mocking a baby voice, flicking Dew off while munching on his garlic bread with such a shit eating grin.

Swiss is losing his shit, the girls giggling in return. But Dew? He's just staring at Phantom before he scoffs, waving his hand away as he goes to his room to eat in silence.

Second time, Dew is yelling about something in the practice room. Something-something-cant find the strings he put away.

"You aren't being helpful right now!" Dew just hisses at Aurora.

Phantom, again, "Careful Rory! Daddy ang'y."

Once again laughter but now Dew is just hard fucking glaring Phantom, to the point the newly summon just slowly shrinks and hides behind Swiss. He and Dew don't talk the entire practice anymore, but Phantom can feel the glare and burning eyes. They're worried they honestly upset Dew, but too nervous to say anything with the potential he may be angry at them.

It's when they get back to the den, Phantom slinking to his room, going to close the door before it's caught and Dew pushes his way in, locking it and grabbing Phantom by his collar.

"Think you're fucking funny, huh?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I was just trying to play! I'm sorry!"

Poor bat can only yelp as he's forced onto the bed, feeling Dew bite his bond mark and keep his wrists down. "Pissing me off every fucking time you open your mouth." Goes right up to his ear, voice low. "Guess daddy needs to teach respect again, doesn't he?"

Oh....

Oh.

Phantom just shivers, his face already so warm with blush it doesn't help that Dew is literally heating up. Dew goes straight to his hair, yanking their head back and slowly starts grinding on their uniform pants. The sheer amount of force Dewdrop uses to yank Phantom's clothes off is insane, then moving the quint over his lap. There's one hand on Phantom's neck to keep him down, the other slowly rubbing over Phantom's curved ass. Dew hasn't stop growling the entire time, his body heat practically making Phantom get a sun tan if it could.

"I'm sorry, Dew, I-"

SMACK!

"What was that?"

"I-I said I'm sorry Dew!"

SMACK! SMACK!

The hand holding his neck squeezes, Dew just smiling so wide and Phantom can feel his chubbed cock against his stomach.

"I'll give you one last chance, Phantom. What did you say?"

Their breath is shaking, tail around their thigh. "I'm sorry..." He can feel Dew's hand twitch on his ass. "...Daddy."

"There we go."

The fire ghoul just rubbing his hand over Phantom's ass again before finally stopping his growls. He brings his hand back and another impact is made, Phantom yelling as more and more are brought down. His claws are digging into Dew's pants, tears streaming but his cunt is getting wetter by the second. The position is so... Embarrassing, exposing. Here he is literally being spanked like a rowdy kit. It's ridiculous!

"Do you know how long I've waited to do this to you? Huh?" Dew is purring now. "Bend you over my lap and spank that attitude out? Everyone's been an awful influence on you lately... You're not my good boy anymore."

"I... I am! I'm a good boy..."

Dew shakes his head, fingers massaging into the red handprints he left. "Tsk, no... You're not! But that's my fault, isn't it? I've neglected you. Let you get away with too much."

Phantom just keens, his ears twitching as the hand on his neck let's go and he's adjusted again, now his back to Dew's chest. Their legs are forced open by his arms, one hand grabbing his tit, the other quickly rubbing his clit.

"Daddy will get you back in shape, don't you worry, baby boy."

The voidling is a mess, feeling Dew pinch his nipple while circling that sensitive bundle of nerves. He can feel Dew sucking on their neck, Phantom's moans vibrating on Dew's lips, his hands never once stopping--even as Phantom tilts his head back with a loud cry, thighs shaking as he squirts on both Dew's lap and reaching the floor. Yet... Dew doesn't stop his fingers.

Rather, the pack leader keeps going. He's at the same pace, but the hand on his chest moves down to his cunt as well, finger fucking him too. Their wings are fluttering, pushing against Dew as much as they can, moans free falling as their body racks with shivers and pleasure.

He doesn't know how long it goes own for, or how many times he's came (enough for Dew's lap to be a small puddle), but now it's gotten to oversensitivity and borderline painful.

"Daddy- Daddy, please! I can't- I can't cum anymore-"

"Awhh, just two more, baby. Don't you wanna be daddy's good boy?" Dew is whining, nipping Phantom's jaw.

"Please."

His attempt to plead is ignored as another orgasm is forced out, but Dew's hands are moved away which Phantom's body is grateful for. His fingers are covered in slick and cum, sticky and white as he brings one hand to Phantom's mouth and the other to his. They open obediently and licking at their own mess, sucking Dew's fingers clean with another whine.

Once Dew pulls his hand away and is satisfied with the cleanup, he rolls them over, Phantom pressed down in the bed. He can hear Dew undressing himself and only moving back to shake his pants off. He's right on top of them again, kissing and licking up Phantom's back before pushing in, and those purrs are back to growls.

"Always so fucking tight."

Poor bat is crying again, eyes rolling back as he adjusts to Dew, his cunt welcoming him despite the strain. His moans are so choppy, high pitched little un-un-un, but occasionally he'll slip out a "da-ddyyyy-" in between. They're fucked with little to no care, Dew's claws dug into their hips and chasing his own orgasm.

Another slap against Phantom's ass makes him howl, lifting his head some while Dew's voice rings out again. "You're gonna be good for daddy from now on, aren't you?"

When he can't respond, the hand goes to his hair and lifts, Dew hissing in his ear. "Aren't you?!"

"Yes!!" God, his poor cunt is tired yet yearning for more. "Yes, yes daddy! Gonna be good for daddy forever!!"

His ear is nipped at, and he's shoved back down. Dew loses any control he had, just railing into Phantom's tight and slick heat like a rabid ghoul in a rut. His knot latching and dragging Phantom back, hand against the arch his spine is in.

Just like before, another orgasm is ripped through Phantom once Dew's knot locks in, sobbing as his mate is rutting against him before it pops, flooding his insides with more warmth. They dead weight, Dew following with a tight grip still. He nuzzles himself against Phantom's sweaty neck, inhaling his scent and catching his breath.

"Gonna be daddy's good boy..." He gives another hump and Phantom can't even open his eyes again. "So fucking delicious, baby."

Phantom is covered in marks and the whole damn pack has heard him, but doesn't dare say a word as Dew is lingering right next to him; Petting through his hair and whispering sweetly to him. The leader moves for just a second and comes back with a sandwich, Phantom sitting on his lap and absentmindedly purring.

"Open."

A little 'ahh' and Phantom bites down, his tail wagging and nuzzling into Dew's shoulder. "Thank you, daddy."

Dew has the biggest shit eating grin, kissing Phantom's cheek before he hold the food up once more.

#the band ghost #ghost band #rabrev writing #nsfwriting rambles #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #cw daddy kink

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hawkinsbnbg · 7 months ago

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Everyone thought it was their little game, but it was more than what it appeared to be.

subspace, nonsexual dd/lb, daddy kink

Steve saved Eddie's number on his phone under 'Daddy'. And his contact on Eddie's phone was 'Baby'. Everyone thought it was their little game, but it was more than what it appeared to be.

After having dinner and doing the dishes together, they cuddled on the couch to watch some TV shows.

The night went on without much fanfare, but perhaps it was his long and stressful day at work, or perhaps it was Eddie's fingers combing through his hair; either way, Steve kind of had started drifting at some point without meaning to.

"Daddy?" he mumbled, not understanding why everything felt syrupy all of a sudden.

Eddie's eyes were on him in an instant, "What's wrong, baby?"

It was hard to think when he felt so warmth and safe at the moment.

Rubbing his cheek on the soft fabric of Eddie's hoodie, he glanced up to meet Eddie's patient gaze, "M'thirsty."

With a fond kiss pressed on his forehead, the older man stood up and tugged him gently until he rose to his feet.

"Let's go get you some water, yeah?"

Steve could only nod and trail after his boyfriend as a teary yawn broke out of him.

Once he was fed enough water to soothe his dry throat, Eddie booped his nose to gain his attention.

"What d'you want, baby?" Eddie tucked a stray hair behind his ear.

Sitting on the kitchen counter, Steve hooked his ankles behind Eddie's legs and shook his head with a pout, "Dunno, I-" Another yawn cut him off. "I just wanna be w'you," he admitted softly.

Eddie's face turned gooey at that, "Me too, sweetheart," and leaned in to give him a tender kiss, causing Steve to melt like ice cream under the golden sun.

By the time Eddie guided him upstairs and into their bedroom, Steve was floaty and sluggish—a combination that got him unable to do anything besides listening to his daddy.

As usual, Eddie helped him get ready for bed with gentle hands and practiced ease. From brushing his teeth to changing his clothes, Eddie did everything while Steve only had to follow his instructions.

They had talked about this a lot and been hesitant about whether they could make it work or not. Mostly, it was Steve who always based his value on his usefulness, and thought he needed to work hard to earn his boyfriend's affection.

But time and time again, Eddie had proved him wrong, that Steve deserved to be taken care of, and that Steve could trust the older man to love him unconditionally.

He had been wary at first, and yet, didn't expect it to be so easy to get under, to let himself fall into Eddie's loving arms.

Since then, it became just another special part of their relationship, a safe haven for Steve and even Eddie when life got a little too rough for them.

In a sense, the dynamic had helped them understand each other and also taught them to communicate better.

These days, Steve could let go of his self-control around Eddie without fearing the consequences. And likewise, Eddie could confine in him anything without worrying about being judged.

Steve was aware they were more than boyfriends at this point. That he could take a leap of faith and knew Eddie would always be there to catch him.

"Love you, daddy," Steve whispered once they slipped beneath the blanket with his head pillowed on Eddie's chest.

"Love you more, baby boy," Eddie planted soft kisses on his brow, eyelids, and finally the crown of his head. "Sweet dream, angel."

And just like that, Steve closed his eyes, knowing he was right where he wanted.

Home.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #established relationship #eddie will do everything for his baby #steve is a good boy #sionewrites

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tealottie · 4 months ago

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What are your headcanons about Della?

I have so many, but tbh my favorite headcanons have to do with her having PTSD - so i can't promise this will be a fun post

MASTERLIST OF DELLA HEADCANONS BELOW:

Appearance:

Scars from the Moon

One across her beak on left side

Scars on her arms and legs

Other markings

Stretch marks especially on her tummy and butt

A few stretch marks on her chest and thighs

Freckles on her beak (because she had triplets and ducks IRL sometimes get freckles after pregnancy)

Other

Chubby pear shape

DD cup size

Squishy belly

Big eyes

Fluffy unkempt feathers (she's bad at preening)

Thin hair (also bad at taking care of it)

Short beak

Queer Headcanons:

Homoromantic

Bisexual

Prefers to just call herself a lesbian

Ciswoman (doesn't mind they/them pronouns and probably finds it entertaining if she's referred to as he/him)

Supports all of her queer babies

She also does not actively seek out romance, but she isn't offput by the idea entirely

Mental Health and Neurodiverse Headcanons:

PTSD

Hates being alone at any given moment and had to ask Donald if she could room with him in the houseboat for a few months

Genuinely cannot look at her reflection and will be needing exposure therapy

Does not like the feeling of movement underwater because it reminds her of the moon's gravity

Terrified that she'll never be fully capable of being a mom because of the 10 years she missed

Cringes at any moon or space themed items now - sometimes triggers her on a bad day or if she looks at them for too long

Her hair being too long is a trigger for her, so she always keeps it shoulder length or above

She ALWAYS feels cold even if her body temperature is normal and sometimes it drives her crazy

Lots of nightmares about what-ifs - what if it was my kids instead of me, what if it was my brother instead of me, what if i didnt have oxychew, what if i never met the Moonlanders, etc etc etc

The taste of black licorice will genuinely send her spiraling, and because it lingers - it wrecks her for days (she hates similar flavors such as rootbeer)

Finds a lot of joy in warm places so she now loves to be out in the sun

Had a period of time where she wasn't really talking with Penumbra because of the severity of her triggers/ptsd

Both finds peace in dead silence, but it also brings her back to the moon as well - she has a very complex relationship with isolation

Prefers silver over gold (even though she doesn't wear jewelry, she likes silver on others and silver on things such as zippers and buttons)

Spent quite a few years terrified of flying after the horror of her own trauma set in, but it threw her into a big depression since piloting is her passion

Hates taking care of her stump because she doesn't like taking her prosthetic leg off - she sees it as her own, so she hates taking it off even though she knows she needs to when sleeping or showering

She has a hard time looking at her stump and scars because on one hand; sick as hell battle wounds, but on the other; damn was that the worst time in my entire life

Depression and Anxiety

Even before crashlanding on the moon, she dealt with depression and social anxiety

She has a bit of a hard time keeping her room tidy and taking care of herself, but she's phenomenal at putting other people first

Feels as though she's not attractive enough

Wants to be a ray of sunshine in other peoples' lives

She's very scared that she won't be enough for people and therefore she must put 110% into everything she does for others

ADHD and Autism

Her sensory issues tend to directly conflict with her PTSD issues - like she hates silence because of the moon, but sometimes she gets overstimulated by noise and needs the silence or alone time

She does not sleep until her body physically passes out because the change in activity is hard for her to deal with

Goes insane if she feels understimulated because her brain begins to shut down and she dissociates

Many, many stims (sometimes doubles as grounding with PTSD): bouncing her leg, various hand motions, feeling the fabric of her clothes, physical affection with her loved ones, playing with the tightness of her prosthetic (loosening and then tightening it over and over), shaking her head to feel her hair around her shoulders (and solidifying that what she's feeling is earth gravity)

Really hard time understanding social cues that makes her come across as rather ditzy

Special interest in aircraft technology and was a top student at her flight school

Love/Hate relationship with reading because if she enjoys what she's reading she gets invested, but if she's understimulated, the words jumble together in her mind

Not good at math for a similar reason

Fish are a huge sensory nightmare for her; the scales, the smell, the taste, etc

Is generally pretty sensory-seeking, but has a few Hard Nos on textures (such as slimy scales)

Other:

I headcanon Della having compulsive sexual behavior disorder, and her libido especially spiked after being on the moon for 10 years, and it makes her feel really gross at times

Due to said hypersexuality, she gets intrusive thoughts that piss her off

Because of the moon not really having a clear indicator of night and day, Della lost her circadian rhythm and struggles with a Hell combination of non-24 and ADHD insomnia

The lack of general sleep makes it hard for her to lose weight and so she's insecure about that

Physical Disabilities:

Because she was on the moon for so long, the zero gravity and lack of proper breathable oxygen took a huge toll on her, physically

She developed really bad asthma and will likely be recovering from it for the rest of her life

Her lungs can only intake so much oxygen at a time, so she also struggles with shortness of breath

Upon returning to earth, her body was really broken down from the cold atmosphere - causing her to not be able to regulate her body temperature properly

Her bones were weakened upon arrival, so she has to spend years recovering physically from it

Her stump is irritated a lot because she doesn't like taking care of it properly

She owns crutches for when she needs to take breaks from her prosthetic just because of the discomfort when wearing it

She is not afraid to hit Donald with a crutch BTW

IF THERE ARE ANY OTHER SPECIFIC HEADCANONS THAT YOU ARE CURIOUS ABOUT, SHOOT ME AN ASK! <3

#TeaLotte Thoughts #TeaLottie Asks #dt17 #ducktales #duckverse #ducktales 2017 #della duck #della #ducktales della #ducktales headcanons #headcanons #dt17 analysis #ask blog #inbox #ask me anything #queer #disability pride #disney ducks #disney tva

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slimybeth69 · 26 days ago

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Chapter 2

Rating: Explicit- Smut, violence, drinking/drug use. MDNI!! Summary: It's almost twenty years after some weird outbreak almost happened but the CDC took care of that...Now you're living in Austin, Texas as an adult.What happens when you meet Joel Miller who hasn't been hardened and ruined by twenty years of murder and loss?

Warnings/Tags: DaddyDom!Joel/ you. no use of y/n. No physical description of the reader besides one tattoo. Reader has a background story. Drinking/drug use. Slow burn. Smut. Angst. Cheating. Graphic depictions of violence. Eventual loss of virginity. Use of nicknames/pet names (lil girl, baby girl.) DD/lg dynamics. BDSM play.

Unbeta'ed. WIP. Cross-posting from my Ao3. Updates every Wednesday. whenever.

Joel is staring at you as he sits in the driveway of your sister’s house. You’re trying to not look at him but neither one of you has said anything since he pulled in a minute ago. The sun is about to come up, the sky is just starting to get dark blue instead of pitch black. He has to work in a couple of hours but you do not.

“You gonna let me see you again t’night?” Joel whispers after another minute of silence. His voice sends a chill through you in the best way. You want to invite him in so, so badly. So badly. You know he’ll probably say no though, because he has to work. If he says no for whatever reason you’ll overthink it and never talk to him again. So, you just don’t ask. His arm slides across the console between you and his pinky brushes up against yours gently. “I’d like to, if I didn’t scare you away.” He tries to make a joke but he sounds nervous.

“Scare me?” You chuckle, finally looking over at him. His dark, intense brown eyes are smoldering and they’re burning holes into you as he stares. You swear you start to sweat.

“Moved faster n’ I normally do.” Joel gives you a meek smirk and rubs the outside of his pinky against yours. “Don’t normally kiss on the first date.” He whispers softly. “Definitely never did that before.”

“Really?” You are shocked because— yes the fuck he has. He’s twenty years older than you and has so much more experience. “Liar.” You hiss at him playfully. He shakes his head no with that same sheepish smirk on his face.

“Nuh-uh.” The tip if Joel’s tongue slides between his lips slowly and you’re enchanted by this. You could watch him do that all day. He does it one more time, like he heard you say that in your head. Your eyes flick up to his and he’s watching you…had seen where you had been staring and now he smiles. “Loved it…” He trails off as his eyes drop to your mouth.

“You really wanna see me tonight?” You ask quietly as he continues to watch your lips move as you talk. He nods silently and you can see him swallow hard. You wanna ask him inside so badly. You just wanna curl up in his literal armpit and sleep forever. You’d probably fit so nicely. His arms look so strong. Fuck.

“I do.” He finally speaks when you stay quiet for so long. The sky just gets lighter and lighter as he sits in the driveway, looking at you. He’s waiting for you to either get out or invite him in, but he hasn’t said anything. You’re stalling because you don’t want him to go.

“Alright.” You are trying so hard to work up the fucking nerve to ask him to come inside when he leans over the console and kisses the side of your head right into your hair. He inhales softly before he pulls away.

“I’d sit here all mornin’ with you… all day, honestly– but I gotta work in–” He checks his watch and groans loudly and lets his head fall back in frustration. “Four hours.”

“Do you live far?” You ask curiously.

“Half hour.” Joel shrugs. You have an idea. A risky one.

“You’re working five minutes away?” You raise an eyebrow and he turns his head to look at you with a knowing glance. He nods silently, knowing what you’re about to ask. “Do you… wanna just sleep here? It’s so close n’ I feel bad you stayed out with—”

“Don’t be sorry fer’ that. I’m not.” Joel shakes his head no and then stops, narrows his eyes and drops his chin to his chest. “I really gotta sleep though.” He growls at you.

“I wasn’t going to try anything. I’m a very respectable lady.” You tease. You had just had your hands down your pants for him six hours ago. You’re shocked you spent six hours with him. Where did the fucking time go?

“Alright. You gotta shower I could use quick?”

“This house actually has no showers.” You give him a deadpan response and he blinks at you.

“Ass.” He pokes at your side as he opens his door. You reach for your door but he sucks his teeth at you twice to make you stop. You furrow your brows at him as he walks around the back of his truck, drops the tailgate and grabs something and then walks around to your door. He opens it and holds his hand out to you.

“Oh you really are an old man.” You smirk and let him help you down.

“A dirty one.” He growls in your ear as you lead him to the front door. “I need a shower real bad.” He kisses just below your ear as you unlock the door and let him inside. “Damn, nice fuckin’ place.” Joel looks around just the entry way.

“Yeah my sisters husband is fuckin’ loaded. Owns his own IT company.” You explain, tossing your keys on the table. Joel kicks his boots off and follows you further inside. “Do you want something to drink?” You open the fridge and grab a bottle of water and offer it to him over your shoulder. He’s standing directly behind you, his body pressed tightly to yours as he takes the bottle from your hand. You get yourself one and lead him down to your mini apartment in the basement.

“This all you?” He asks as you get down the stairs. It’s nothing special. You have a living room, a kitchenette, your own bathroom and a bed. It's a basement. "S'nice down here."

“Yeah. It's alright. Nothing to brag about.” You toss your bottle of water onto the couch and point to the door that’s beside the stairs to go back upstairs. “That’s the bathroom. There might be like… a bar of soap under the sink I’ve never used. Everything else is pretty girly smelling.” You have not one single thing that belongs to a man down here. That bar of soap is Cody’s from when this was his personal gym. Sam made him move that stuff all to the garage so you could live down here.

“I have stuff.” Joel holds the bag he had grabbed from the trunk. You smirk and cross your arms over your chest.

“Oh, is that for emergencies like this?” You raise one eyebrow and try to not seem concerned as to why he has a bag with shower stuff and extra clothes in it.

“You wish.” He sneers at you playfully. “I keep a bag packed in case I decide to go see Sarah after work or whatever. I’ll just shower n’ change when I get to her instead of goin’ home first. Easier. Usually get home n’ don’t wanna do nothin’ else.” He sighs and starts to the bathroom. “You still gonna be awake when I get out?” He has his hand on the doorknob but is looking over his shoulder at you. You nod.

As soon as he is in the bathroom you’re changing out of your ugly sweatpants and t-shirt and put on the cutest pair of matching pj’s you have– nothing special. Just a black and white polka dot short and button up sleeping set!! You got it from Target and loved it and you wear it all day sometimes because it is so soft. It’s also very cute and a little cheeky and if you undo one of the buttons on the top it’s just a little sexier than it’s made to be. So you do all of that and crawl into your bed. You roll you two a joint and listen as he turns the shower on.

He doesn’t take a long shower and you’re already smoking when he comes out. His hair is wet and he has on his just boxers. Jeeeeesus fucking Christ. Okay. Calm. Cool. Collected. No sex. Not tonight. He had sex with that fucking lady two days ago!! He admitted it to you!! UGH. Why did you even offer to let him stay… Because he looks like that!!! He is soft. He has a soft, pudgy tummy but it’s not flab. Nothing on him his flab even though he’s all soft. All of him…except his arms maybe. But all of him looks like he’s got a soft layer over rock hard muscle. You stare…how can you not!? He’s perfect!!

“Did you go get that from my truck?” Joel asks in all seriousness, nodding to the joint in between your fingers. You stare at him, blinking.

“No?” Is he accusing you? Like you stole it from him?

“Should’a.” He dries his hair with the towel as he drops his overnight bag on the floor next to the wall. He hangs his towel up on the doorknob of the bathroom and crawls into bed beside you. Your heart is pounding because it has been literal years since a man has slept in bed beside you. You didn’t even sleep then because you were too nervous.

“You smoked me up all night. S’my turn now.” You smile and turn to face him. He lays on his side, propped up on his elbow.

“I'll smoke you up all the time if ya let me.” Joel reluctantly takes the joint you rolled for the two of you and hits it twice. “S’good shit.” He strains out as he holds the smoke inside of him. He coughs twice as he lets it out.

“I know.” You smile and lay back into your comfy pillows. Joel’s hand rests on top of your thigh as he watches you smoke.

“Thanks fer’ lettin’ me stay. I’d just be gettin’ home now…trynna do all this. Wouldn’t have gotten in bed for another hour, probably.” He runs his fingers along the hemline of your shorts, but gently. Nothing other than just a comforting touch.

“Thanks for stayin’.” You hand him the joint but his fingers dig into your skin gently, like he doesn’t want to stop touching you. You hold the joint to his lips so he can hit it. You have butterflies. Serious ones. Those big fuckers you see on national geographic sometimes. Lookin’ like fuckin’ birds. You got several of those giant butterflies inside of you right now as he stares down at you. His body feels so big and solid next to yours.

“You don’t regret doin’ that all with me, do ya?” He asks after a minute of just watching you smoke.

“No…should I?” You smirk up at him nervously. He shrugs.

“Dunno. I don’t regret it. I jus’ don’t want you thinkin’ that’s the only reason I wanted to see you.” He whispers quietly.

“I wanted to do it. I don’t regret it.” You whisper back up to him. Joel takes the joint from your hand and taps it out in the ashtray on little table beside your bed.

“Wanna kiss until we fall asleep?” He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him tightly. You nod and run your fingers through his wet hair slowly. You make him hum happily as he leans down to press his mouth to yours— both of your already have your lips parted, needing to feel the wet, inviting warmth of the others tongue.

Joel runs his hands up and down your back slowly as he deepens the kiss. You have to hold back a soft moan, have to because if you moan into this mans mouth and he moans back you’re going to touch between his legs and you can’t do that yet! No. He has to work soon. Joel is the one to pull away from the kiss.

“M’dumb.” He sighs softly.

“Why?” You’re suddenly nervous…what’s he going to admit to you now!

“Dunno why I thought that would make me wanna fall asleep.” He chuckles to himself. “Just turned me on.” Joel rolls onto his back. “C’mere.” He reaches for your wrist and pulls you onto your side. You press yourself against him and drape your arm over his stomach. You put one leg on top of his and feel how turned on he got. He inhales sharply when your knee grazes his erection.

“I’m sorry, did I hit it?” You try to pull away from him but he holds your wrist tight and wraps his other arm around you and presses you back into his side.

“Didn’t hurt it.” Joel snorts softly. “Go to sleep, pretty lil girl.” Joel growls deeply. You dunno how the fuck you’re going to do that! You’ve never wanted someone in your bed before so badly and he just wants to sleep! What!?

The first guy you meet who doesn’t only care about sex is the only guy you wanna have sex with? Great. Awesome.

Joel is snoring within five minutes. It is… not a soft snoring. He snores pretty loud actually. It’s not bad though. You have a loud fan that you turn on via a remote on the table by your bed and snuggle back down beside him. He squeezes you gently and goes back to snoring. He smells so good. Like a mans soap and you don’t get to smell that much. It’s always so strong and kinda spicy smelling. Lingering. You’re excited because your bed is gonna smell like him when he leaves. But he won’t be here anymore and that makes you sad.

The next thing you know an unknown alarm is going off for two seconds before the warm body behind you is shifting and turning it off. He doesn’t move again though. He goes back to snoring.

“Work?” You touch his back gently. He groans quietly and pushes his back against your chest softly.

“Good thing ‘bout bein’ the boss.” He grumbles sleepily. “I’ll go when I wanna.” He sighs softly as you snake your arm around his waist and press your body into him tightly. He’s snoring again before you can get back to sleep. It doesn’t take you long to drift back off with his body almost vibrating from how deep and rumbling his sleep noises are.

The next time you wake up, you are in a completely different position. You’re sleeping on your back with both of your arms above your head and Joel has his head on your chest as his arm over your stomach. You smirk, slide one hand his hair– he gives you a happy hum in his sleep before you're back in dream land.

“Hey.” Joel is trying to wake you up but you’re so comfortable. So, so comfortable. He’s so warm. “Hey, wake up.” He keeps trying but if you wake up he’s gonna leave and you don’t want him to.

“Nooo.” You whine sleepily. It makes him chuckle and now you’re lips are being smooched and he smells like he just brushed his teeth. You open your eyes and he’s still shirtless in bed next to you which makes you sigh with relief.

“You’re not hungry?” He smirks. You furrow your brow.

“What time is it?” You look around and it’s the basement so…you dunno what time it is really because it’s always the same, artificial light that it always is. The lights are on though and they were off when you woke up last time…so he’s been awake.

“Almost four.” Joel laughs and runs his hand across your stomach gently over your shirt.

“Shut up. You missed work?” You’re shocked and now fully awake. He nods and smirks at you.

“S’no big deal.” He shrugs and leans in to kiss you again but now you’re hyper aware that you probably have horrible morning breath. You pull away from him and cover your mouth with one of your hands. He laughs softly and pries your hand away from your lips. “Don’t care. You been breathin’ on me with yer’ stinky breath all night.” He grins and kisses you again. You try not to smirk but you can’t. He’s too cute.

“I can order us something?” You suggest, reaching for your phone. “I don’t really wanna leave–”

“Yer’ not orderin’ us shit. Did you not hear anything I said last night?” Joel is glaring at you when you turn back to him. “I’ll get it. Put yer’ shit away. Made me smoke yer’ fuckin’ weed last night. I didn’t even wanna take that from you!” He exclaims, rolling onto his back. He opens his phone and just…gives it to you. “I got some stupid app in there that brings food to you.” He rolls his eyes and rubs his hands across his face. “I’ll be right back.”

Then he jumps up out of bed and goes into the bathroom.

If you know anything about men and how long they take in the bathroom to do anything… you have so much time. So much time with this unlocked and unsupervised phone. You look all around the room with your eyes because this has to be a trap. He’s watching you somehow.

You do not look for his stupid app. No. You go right to the messages. Tommy is the last person he texted.

Not comin’ in today. Stomach. Be in tomorrow.

Okay. That’s normal. He wouldn’t just tell this guy Tommy that he’s not coming in today because he stayed up all night with a girl who was young enough to be his daughter. No. He wouldn’t say that. Nope. The next text thread is yours. The one underneath that is Sarah. You open it and read through it and it’s very clearly his daughter. She just sent him a picture of her and her boyfriend or fiance or something. You don’t remember. She is so pretty though, holy shit. You get out of that thread and keep looking until you find exactly what you’re looking for.

Ava. A girls name. The only other girls name besides yours and his daughter. This is the lady. You are trembling when you press her text chain and see the things they have been saying to one another.

You almost throw the phone across the room because it’s just picture after picture of her in very compromising positions… all different kinds— how is she taking these pictures?? Who is taking them for her? How does she get those angles? You are honestly kind of impressed at her agility but then you get sick because he’s loved every single one. Even the one she sent him yesterday…. After your shift ended. Fuck. Okay. You can’t be jealous. He told you all about her and–

The phone dings in your hand. You’re expecting a message notification to drop down from the top and let you know someone is messaging him… but a new fucking picture of this blonde hair, green eyed bitch pops up. She is in bed and not wearing anything. She’s cupping her own breast with one hand and biting her bottom lip. You’ve officially just fucked yourself. Completely. He’s gonna know you were in his messages. You just fucking read a brand new one he’s never seen!! UGH. You back out of all those texts and then stop. You go back to Ava’s chain, delete the new picture she sent him, delete that out of the recently deleted area and then try and find that stupid delivery food app. Fuck.

You should have never, ever gone through it. You could die of embarrassment and now jealousy. You find the stupid food app and go through it even though you have no appetite anymore and want to crawl back under the covers and cry. You’re so dumb. So, so dumb. Joel comes out of the bathroom and crawls back into your bed. He must of have not heard his phone go off or he doesn’t care, he doesn’t ask for his phone back. Just smiles at you. You wanna throw up on him. Oh my god.

“Find anything?” He asks happily, rubbing his hand along your thigh. You shake your head no with not one sound. He takes the phone from you and starts to scroll through the restaurant choices. He makes a suggestion and you nod your head, this time you add a hum so you don’t sound like you’re mute all of a sudden.

You need to smoke. Honestly… a drink doesn’t sound too bad. You just woke up. It’s four thirty… so… you could have a drink. You wonder if he drinks. You wonder if he actually likes those pictures that lady Ava sends him. She’s not unattractive…not at all. There was just something about all those pictures. It was like she sent him one every day. There had been messages between them but your eyes purposely danced right over them because you saw him say–

Gonna fuck that—

And then you stopped reading because you would have thrown up.

“What is wrong with you?” Joel is waving his hand in front of your face and you jerk softly and look down at him lying in your bed. “Been talkin’ to you…yer’ not answering…you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Just kinda tired still.” You lie. You’re fully awake. Never sleeping again, maybe. Ugh. This is why you avoid the boy drama. It’s just so easy to be in the basement or at a park or out with your friends– when you had some back in Jersey, you have no one here– and to not have to worry about a man. A man who wants to cheat on you and lie to you. Who is doing nothing but using you. Joel doesn’t really seem like that kinda guy but neither did a lot of the guys you talked to and they ended up being like that.

“Alright…” Joel doesn’t believe you as he continues to scroll through his food app. You’re watching him, admiring and hating how handsome he his when his phone dings again. It’s the slight turn away from you with his wrist so you can’t see the screen that does it for you.

“I completely forgot that I actually have a thing I should be at right now.” You climb off the bed and leave him laying there, still in only his boxers. He frowns at you and sets his phone down – screen against his skin– on his chest.

“S’wrong? You were fine when I went into the bathroom.” Joel shrugs. “You went snoopin’? Found somethin’ you didn’t like?” He’s smirking. “Knew you would. Wasn’t hidin’ anything from you. I knew what was in there.” Joel shrugs his shoulders again.

“You’re an ass. You set me up?” You scowl at him and stand at the end of the bed. He shakes his head.

“Nope. I just gave you my phone to order us somethin’ to eat. Maybe a coffee or somethin’.” Joel smiles, very satisfied with himself.

“Do you think you’re so clever? Like, so smart or something?” You’re so unimpressed with him and also so embarrassed.

“I am. You disagree?” He is still smirking but now he holds his arms out to you, he wants you to come back to bed. Be close to him again. You shake your head and give him the middle finger. This makes him chuckle and now, he takes his phone off his chest and sets it down on the bed and sits up. “You gon’ make me chase you?” He growls softly, putting his feet on the floor.

“Don’t chase– what are you? A child? You’re an old man.” You leer at him as he slowly pushes himself off the bed and to his feet.

“Might be old…but I’m still quick.” He shrugs his shoulders and stays still where he stood from the mattress. There’s maybe five or six feet between the two of you and you’re closer to the stairs than he is.

“Oh I know allll about how quick you can be.” You jeer playfully but, you still snap it at him like you’re upset because you are kind of. You don’t like that he probably got another picture from her when he didn’t react to it. Ugh it makes your heart hurt.

“See… I wasn’t gon’ chase you before… but now you went n’ made it personal.” Joel holds his hands up like he’s got no other answers for you.

“Just an observation I made last night.” You shrug your shoulders and take an inched step towards the stairs. Joel inches towards you slowly.

“Oh? Like you weren’t jus’ as fast as I was? Like the damn roadrunner or somethin’.” Joel scoffs at you and holds his hand out to you in presentation.

“Now you’re really showing how old you are.” You take another small step towards the stairs.

“I thought you liked how old n’ dirty I was…” Joel trails off with a small smirk on the corners of his lips. His eyes ablaze with something… lust or mischievousness. Something, but you can’t put your finger on it.

“Maybe I lied.” You shrug one shoulder and bat your eyelashes at him even though you’re still mad and also kind of disgusted.

“Do you need a spankin’?” He asks seriously. “Should give you one for bein’ disrespectful n’ flipping me that bird.” He growls softly. You try and bite back a smirk. You’ve never been spanked before.

“I’d like to see you tr–”

Joel is moving. With speed towards you before you can even finish your sentence. You squeal and take the steps up to the first ground floor two at a time. Joel is right behind you and you think you can feel his fingertips graze your ankle as you round the corner to the kitchen. Joel, who is big and heavy and cannot stop and turn as gracefully, skids into the open door with a crash and follows you through the kitchen. He’s almost right behind you again– he is fucking fast– but you dip into the hallway that takes you upstairs to the upper floor. There isn’t much up there. An office and a guest room. Then just Cody and Samantha’s room and Carson’s nursery. A big bathroom. That’s it. You don’t really have anywhere to go, so you dip into the guest bedroom and run around the bed. Joel stops between you and the door. You are both panting for air, staring at each other.

“Yer’ gettin’ spanked.” His chest is rapidly rising and falling as he points his finger at you.

“Over my dead body.” You scoff at him, but the idea of it is making you wet.

“Like I can’t see you rubbin’ yer’ thighs together like a cricket.” Joel smirks and nods towards your center. You blush because… no reason. You were not doing that…noticeably. He was making an educated guess. “Ya were bad…now you gotta deal with the consequences.” Joel shrugs his shoulders and sighs like this is the only choice he has.

“I saw those pictures.” You snap at him, changing the subject and trying to remind yourself that you are indeed mad at him. He shrugs again.

“Sent me on yesterday before I came to see you…”

“And you heart reacted to it.” You point at him critically. He chuckles a little and shrugs again.

“We hadn’t hung out yet. She was my lil booty call. Whaddya want from me?” He gives you that bashful smirk and the softest brown eyes you’ve ever seen.

“She sent you one this morning…” You admit through a huff. “While I was looking and I deleted it.” You avoid his eyes but this makes his makes him really laugh.

“She musta been mad that I ignored her, ‘cause she sent it again right before you got out–” He’s still laughing but it’s not funny to you.

“I know. That’s why I got out of bed.” You snap at him. He furrows his brow.

“How did you know?” He wants to know because you hadn’t even really been sitting to see the screen. It was just the slight flick of his wrist to twist his phone just slightly away from you that made you know… it was probably a muscle memory for him when her name pops up since that’s all she fucking sent him– nudie pictures and sexts!

“Don’t worry about how I know things. I just know things. So you shut up.” You keep pointing at him, but his brow softens and he is smirking again. “Stop smiling. You’re stupid. And old.” You roll your eyes at him. “Is that all she fuckin’ sends you?? Is that what you like? I’m not doing that shit.” You shake your head no at him…but you might. You have one single thing of lingerie. It’s baby blue and lacy as hell. Comes with sexy thigh high stockings and a lil belt with straps to keep the stockings up. Everything is completely see through.

You have no idea why you bought it or even brought it down here. You should have thrown it away because you put it on once to see how it looked— very fucking nice– but then never again because you never go that far with anyone. You’d put it on for him…send him a picture of you in that.

“I don’t care. She’s always done it. Turns her on ‘r something. I dunno. Don’t really care.” He shrugs.

“But you heart react to them all.” You stare at him… “And then you sext with her…”

“Lil Bird, you’re over thinkin’ it. Her and I fucked…that’s it.” He is very blatant with his statement and it makes your stomach churn. “She’s nice… my age… but I ain’t into her like that–”

“What’s that mean?” You don’t let him finish before you’re asking questions.

“What? Into her?” He raises one eyebrow. You nod silently, still pointing at him like he’s done something wrong. “I dunno. She’s just not really… my type? I dunno. She’s nice but I don’t wanna hang out with her. Don’t wanna stay up all night lookin’ at her.” Joel smiles at you sweetly. “Usually do her doggy–”

“Oh my god.” You drop the finger you're pointing at him, but only to cover your ears like a literal child. But if you hear him say anything else you’re going to throw up all over this nice, white comforter.

“Oh cut it out. We’re both adults. Me n’ you. I told you last night I wouldn’t see her anymore.” He sounds a tiny bit frustrated. “I don’t want to see her anymore. I’d rather see you.” He shrugs again and that lil bit of frustration has left his voice. “Yer’ cute n’ funny. Bold– I like that. A lot.” He nods and raises his eyebrows. “Not many women approach me ‘cause I’m intimidating– I dunno. I usually have to make the first move.” Joel admits.

“You’re fuckin’ lying.” You laugh at him. He’s not laughing and just shrugs his shoulders.

“Nah. I don’t mind it. Less drama fer’ me if they just stay away. I can be an asshole sometimes.” Joel drops his eyes to the floor and now looks embarrassed.

“An asshole? I find that hard to believe. ” You roll your eyes and let him know you don’t mean it. He looks like he could be an asshole if he wanted to. You are a little regretful right now. This is why you avoid this kinda stuff. Just makes for hurt feelings and crying in bed at night. So dumb.

“Got a lil anger issue. Nothin’ violent. I just say mean shit sometimes. S’not nice but I know who I am.” He shrugs his shoulders again. You wrinkle your nose at him.

“Is that the man version of I know I’m a bitch but, it’s just who I am. Take it or leave it? Because that’s stupid as fuck,” You roll your eyes again and cross your arms over your chest. He scoffs slightly.

“Hey, at least I’m honest n’ upfront about it. Givin’ you fair warning.” He is back to being a tiny bit frustrated.

“Oh… like that just makes it okay? Like a lil disclaimer? Hey I’m a piece of shit sometimes. Cool? Cool. That’s not how it works— at least not for me,” You snap at him.

“Okay.” Joel shrugs his shoulders.

“Okay.” You shrug your shoulders right back at him.

Joel stares at you for a long time before he speaks. He sounds annoyed when he does.

“Want me to leave now?” He grumbles.

“S’probably a good idea.” You nod your head even though you don’t really want him to go. You want him to stay and spank you and take your virginity but you are mad at him. He’s a grown man. He needs to get over himself and be better. Apparently Ava enjoys it. She can have him

“Alright.” Joel snaps and then turns on his heel. You don’t follow him because you’re gonna cry. You need several seconds to regain your composure– breathing for so long and so hard.

Finally when the tears stop threatening to spill you make your way downstairs to the ground floor. He’s coming up from the basement and you meet in the entryway. He’s fully dressed in new, clean clothes. He stops in directly in front of you and looks down. You tilt your head to look up at him, expecting him to be glaring or scowling at you but his eyes are soft.

“Sorry.” He whispers quietly. He sighs sadly before bending at the waist. He kisses you gently and you don’t pull away. You want to cry again. You don’t really want him to leave. Not at all.

“For what?” You whisper as he pulls away. He shrugs and takes a step around you and to the door, he starts to put his boots on and when they’re both on and he has his hand on the doorknob he turns to look at you over his shoulder.

“Dunno. Just felt like I should say it. Had fun last night. Hope everything works out for you.” He opens the door and then he is gone. The door is shut and you lock it. The tears burn your eyes before you can even get to the stairs to take you to your room. Your bed is still messy but there is a new addition.

It’s a ziplock bag of weed on your pillow that was not there before you got chased upstairs. It’s big, packed tight. This makes you cry harder. You grab your phone and there is a message from him from seven minutes ago…when you were upstairs trying not to cry.

For you. Dont need nothin for it. Just wanted to give it to you. Had fun whitchya

This makes you cry even harder because why? Why is he so nice and so thoughtful and hot and also an asshole? Do you really even care that much? Fuck. This is stupid and he is stupid and your bed is the only thing you do know. You know this bed but now it smells like him and it’s almost unbearable. It slowly becomes comforting intermingled with sadness because you know you won’t get to smell him again.

#joel miller x reader #no outbreak au #pedro pascal characters #daddy!joel miller #long reads #fanfic #smut #slow burn

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