#I need to do the shut the fuck up challenge

[digitald0rk]

OVERSTIMULATING YOUR ALIEN BOYFRIEND !

pairing : mark grayson x gn!reader.

synopsis : what the title says 👅 stumbled upon this on twt and immediately thought of mark grayson.

warning : uhh porn with no plot :p

a/n : first post really nervous, i don't really write nsfw a lot so yeah mb if this is bad :( i just really had to get it out there LMFAO. i need him so bad it's actually insane. mark grayson get out my head challenge : impossible!

thinking about mark grayson being a good boy for you <3

jerking him off after a particularly stressful mission, his small moans turning into full blown whimpers and whines as he tries not to blow his load right then and there because he's a good boy, he knows better.

"baby please, please"

please just let him cum already! why are you being so mean to him, he's your sweet boy isn't he? :(

and when you give him the permission he'd been aching for, begging for, he blabbers small thank you's over and over in his whiny voice as he reaches that sweet relief, painting your hand in his sticky hot release.

he breathes heavily, eyes fluttering shut, practically panting as he tries to calm down from that intense orgasm- wait wait no, don't touch him there he's still all sensitive!

he groans, his eyes snapping open when he feels the familiar rhythm of your hand stroking his pretty cock :( he lets out embarrassingly loud noises, he can't do this again! but god it feels so good he can't help himself from bucking his hips up into your ruthless hand, wanting more.

"i can't, oh god i- i can't!" he whimpers, his body seemingly moving on it's own to chase that release again despite his words.

praise him, coo at him and he's all putty in your hands in an instant, willing to give you whatever you want, even if it renders him to an overstimulated pathetic mess, anything for his sweetheart.

his back arches off the bed, leaning into your touch, eyes all glossy as he loses himself in the pleasure you give him. another loud groan of your name rips from the back of his throat as he cums again.

he nearly cries when you don't stop jerking him off, are you trying to milk him dry? mindless babbles and sounds leave his pretty mouth as you use his previous load as lube, gently kissing his tears like you aren't the one overstimulating him.

he squirms and twitches under your touch, giving up on controlling his noises. the pleasure he feels bordering on painful but it only adds to the bliss, it feels so good he swears he sees stars, the only thing on his mind is you.

and when you pinch his nipples and tease them with your tongue, he knows he's done for.

his tears don't stop and neither do his moans of your name, just like your hand against his cock. he makes an effort to not scream your name when he cums for the third time in the span of such a short time by biting down on his bottom lip, he bites down so hard it draws blood. the muscles on his abdomen clenching and unclenching and you swear you've never seen a sight so beautiful.

your boyfriend looks so good like this, it's actually downright unfair how pretty he looks all blissed out like this.

the strongest man on the planet all pliant and needy under you is sure an ego boost.

and absolutely none of that helps with your own growing arousal.

his body writhes harder when you kiss him, everything feels so intense, even the kiss. with his brain turned almost all to mush he tries to sloppily kiss you back, all tongue and teeth accompanied by his soft whimpers which make you giggle.

and normally he'd laugh with you too if he wasn't all flushed and sweaty and acting like a dog in heat. his eyes still glossy as his chest heaves with the uneven breaths he takes.

and to no one's surprise he's still somewhat hard, viltrumite genes do wonders to your libido it seems.

"can you give me another one mark?" my god are you fucking crazy?! let him breathe!

but how can he deny his baby? especially when you look at him like that, but he's not even sure he can cum anymore and-

"please?" you bat your eyelashes at him.

and yeah, he's a goner.

it's gonna be a long night.

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[pedroscurls]

stranded (one-shot)

summary: your car breaks down on the side of the road and a stranger decides to help you out... and you have no choice but to accept his help.

pairing: no outbreak/dark!joel miller x fem!reader content warnings: EXPLICIT CONTENT (18+ ONLY MDNI), DUBCON - please read at own risk / heed warnings!, stockholm syndrome, unprotected p in v, rough sex, manhandling, oral sex (m receiving), orgasm denial, begging, creampie, joel ties you up, spanking, light choking, fingering, age gap (reader is in 30s, joel is in 50s), no use of y/n. word count: 5.1k a/n: and here's yet another story where i'm stepping out of my comfort zone. i've always wanted to write dark!joel, but felt like i couldn't do it justice... but then ali's (@pedgito) hosting a writing challenge (spring fever) and i figured... why not? i chose backwoods horror #1 STRANDED/SIDE OF THE ROAD. please heed the warnings, y'all. this is gonna be very dark and filthy, so if you're not into that sort of thing, that's ok!

You had no idea what you were thinking—taking a solo cross country road trip after quitting your job. Maybe you thought that you’d find yourself, find some kind of purpose that was lacking in your life, but instead, you’re stranded on the side of the road. Gas empty, no cell service, and phone already on its last battery. 

This is where you’re going to die—you’re sure of it. It’s how all horror movies start and despite the sun still high in the sky, you’re increasingly getting worried about what could happen when night falls. You scream at the top of your lungs, the sound echoing through the vast empty void. 

God, no one would hear you scream for help if you were in real danger and that thought simply frightens you. Your friends had all but praised you for this trip—this journey to self-discovery and reflection. Your parents, on the other hand, had already been concerned when you said you would be alone on this trip. A woman, traveling the world by herself? Well, that’s just asking for trouble, they said. 

And now you understand their concern. You understand their fear about you traveling all alone because of where you are now—in the middle of fucking nowhere. You should have refilled your gas when you had the chance, should have charged your phone while you were driving. Should have, should have, should have. 

10%—your phone reads. You try to send a text to your parents, to send them your location, but every attempted text just comes back with the message in red text and an exclamation point next to it: NOT DELIVERED! You raise your phone in the sky, hoping that maybe you’ll get one bar of service, but no luck. 

The trip had been successful, up until this point. You were in Texas, that you were sure of. But where in Texas? You had no fucking clue. 

You lean against the side of your car—the sun glaring down at you and you can feel a thin sheet of sweat on the side of your neck. Why did you think this was even a good idea? Traveling cross country without a plan—how fucking naive. 

Your battery drains fast and your phone finally shuts off. You let out a quiet sigh of frustration and open the passenger door of your car to toss your useless phone inside. Just as you’re about to climb in, you hear a faint noise of a car engine. Suddenly, you feel hopeful—maybe you won’t die here after all.

The sudden excitement that you feel overpowers the possibility that what you’re doing is absolutely dangerous. You’re waving your arms in the air, trying to track down the person in the car who’s making their way in your direction. It’s possible that this person whose truck is slowing down as it nears you could very well be a serial killer, but what choice did you have? 

The truck pulls up behind your car and quickly, you run over to your savior. Your hero. 

“Hi. My car’s dead, my phone’s dead, and I just need a lift to the next gas station... Or any place where I can use a phone to give someone a call,” you blurt out, breathing heavily. 

He turns his head slightly in your direction—eyes gazing at your face, then down to your shoulders and the rest of your body that he can see from the driver’s side. You’re leaning against the opened window of the passenger side of the truck. You don’t belong here, he knows that for sure. 

“Next gas station is in the next town over,” he finally answers. 

“Could you give me a lift there? I can pay you. Let me just grab my things and—”

“No need,” he interrupts, voice low. “I’m headin’ in that direction anyway. Get in.”

You grin and Joel’s jaw ticks briefly. God, you’re beautiful and it’s truly been a long time since he’s been with—

“Promise you won’t kill me?” you laugh, climbing into his truck and interrupting his thoughts. 

Joel finally takes in the rest of your frame and can immediately feel his length stirring beneath his dark jeans. His hands grip the steering wheel to ease some pressure, but you’re still talking and you’re laughing and it shoots straight to the center of his pants. It must be his lucky day. 

“If I were to kill you, I don’t think I’d be confessing that, darlin’,” he answers—the corners of his lips lift slightly. Oh, you had no idea what you just got into by climbing into his truck. 

“Right,” you reply. “That’s a good point.” You look at him—taking note of his damp hair that’s slicked away from his face, his broad frame, salt and pepper patchy beard. You realize that he must be in his fifties, but you can’t help but notice how handsome he is. That’s a good sign, you think. He won’t hurt you. He’s going to drop you off in the next town and hopefully, you’ll be able to head back home in the morning. 

“I’m guessing you live around here?” you ask, feeling the truck move back onto the main street. You glance out the window, watching your car become smaller and smaller as Joel drives further away from it. 

“Yeah,” he answers. “Guessin’ you ain’t from around here.”

“That obvious?” 

He just nods. Joel needs to focus on the road ahead of him. He has to make it seem like he’s not a threat, like he’s not just about to take you directly to his home. His secluded home. 

You introduce yourself formally, telling him your name and turning your body to face him. “What’s your name?”

“Joel.”

“You’re a man of few words, aren’t you?” you smile in his direction and Joel glances at you from the corner of his eyes. 

“Not much to say.”

“Well, how long is the drive to the next town? If you don’t have music, I’m gonna end up talking. I don’t usually like it when it’s too quiet on a drive and—”

“It’s about fifteen minutes,” he interrupts. “Radio is busted.” 

“So talking it is then.”

“No use in talkin’ if we ain’t gonna be seein’ each other after this.” 

“I guess you’re right,” you answer with a sigh. You try to remain quiet, fidgeting with your hands as you stare out the window. Every few seconds or so, you glance over at him and you can’t fully read his expression. He’s so stoic that there’s a part of you that feels like an inconvenience to him. Maybe he should have just kept on driving. 

“How long were you stranded for?” Joel asks. 

“About a couple of hours. Couldn’t get reception to call someone.”

“Yeah, phones don’t work out here.” Joel shrugs. “You eat anythin’ yet?” 

You shake your head. “Skipped breakfast this morning to get on the road.”

“My place is just a couple of minutes away,” Joel says. “I need to grab a few things. Got some food and water for you,” he offers. 

You smile and reach out to rest a hand on his forearm. It’s an innocent gesture, but it makes Joel shift in the driver’s seat. Your touch is so soft, so gentle and he flexes his arm underneath your fingertips. “You’re sweet, Joel. That sounds great. I am starving.” 

Joel bites back a smirk. He’s got you right where he wants you. 

Your hand drops from his arm and there’s a subtle frown that settles on his lips before he pulls off the main road. Within minutes, Joel pulls up to his secluded home. When he shuts off the car, he looks over at you and you’re still smiling. 

“This is a cute place, Joel,” you tell him, climbing out of the truck. 

He follows you and rounds the truck until he’s standing behind you. His fingers itch to reach out to touch you—especially when you raise your arms over your head to stretch, the ends of your shirt lifting just above the waistband of your denim shorts. He wants to touch every inch of you and he lets out a quiet grunt when you accidentally fall back against him. 

“Sorry,” you say, looking over at him from over your shoulder. 

“S’fine,” Joel mumbles and then walks past you to walk towards his front door. He unlocks it and opens it for you, watching you step across the threshold as you look around with curiosity. 

“It’s very dark in here,” you point out, walking further into his home. You see a light switch on the wall and flip it on, illuminating his entire home. Surprisingly, Joel’s large hand encompasses your wrist in a tight grip. You let out a quiet gasp and turn around to look up at him—eyes wide, lips slightly parted. 

“You always like to make yourself comfortable in a stranger’s home?” he asks with a threatening tone. 

“S–sorry,” you whisper, trying to pull your wrist away from his grip but he doesn’t budge. His grip just tightens. “Joel, you’re hurting me.”

“Pretty little thing,” he mumbles, stepping closer to you. “It’s like you were waitin’ f’me out there,” Joel says quietly. 

“Joel—”

“Shh.” Joel brings a finger up to your lips and his eyes drift down, moving his thumb to brush against you. “Shh, baby.” 

“I think I want to leave now,” you answer. “I think I just want to head into town and—”

“Oh darlin’,” he grins. “Ain’t no town for at least another fifty or some miles.” 

“B–But you said—”

“Guilty,” Joel interrupts, turning you so that your back presses against the wall. He cages you in, hand still gripping your wrist as the other comes up to rest gently over your throat. “M’sorry I lied to ya.” 

Your eyes widen in horror, the realization finally hitting you like a freight train. You had spent most of the drive admiring him—his broad frame, his quiet and mysterious nature, his large hands that gripped the steering wheel, his husky southern accent—that you ignored the feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

This was a bad idea. 

Getting into his truck was a bad fucking idea. 

“I just want to go home,” you whisper. “Please just let me go home and—”

“Shh,” he repeats. Joel steps closer to you, his nose brushing against your own. “Gonna keep you here all to myself. Been a while since I had a little plaything like yourself.” 

You shake your head. “Please, I’ll give you all the money I have back in my car.”

“Don’t want your money. Want you.” 

“Joel—”

“Love the way my name comes out of your mouth, darlin’. Say it again.”

You shake your head, closing your mouth shut. You know you’re in danger, but you’re not sure why you feel a familiar wetness pool between your legs. Your body is responding to him—to this stranger… this handsome fucking stranger who can easily strangle you if he wanted to. 

“Say. It. Again,” he repeats.

“Joel,” you whisper. 

“Good girl,” Joel grins proudly. He drops his hand from your throat and releases his grip around your wrist. He stares into your eyes, searching for any hesitation or any inclination that you’re going to run and leave. He sees your eyes flicker to the front door and he narrows his eyes—his large hand once more coming up to splay against your throat. Joel applies just a bit of pressure and he watches your eyes go wide again. “Wouldn’t think about it, if I were you.” 

You beg with your eyes—apologetic and pleading for him to just let you go. “I’ll be good,” you mumble against his grip. “I promise. I–I’ll be good.”

“We’re gonna have a lot of fun,” Joel nods, releasing his grip around your throat. “And I bet if I were to reach between your legs, I’d feel just how fuckin’ wet you are f’me, won’t I?”

You shake your head in defiance. “N–No…” 

Joel lets out a chuckle. “Mmm, that so?” He tugs on the waistband of your denim shorts and pulls you to him. He’s so rough and there’s an excitement that courses through your veins. He tugs down your shorts and panties down your legs, looking down at your white lacy thong with a grin. He can see a blotch of wetness and brings it to his nose, inhaling deeply as he lets out a contented sigh. “I bet you taste fuckin’ good too,” he whispers. 

You suddenly feel self-conscious and your hands immediately move to try and tug down the end of your shirt to cover your lower half. Joel just shakes his head and grabs your wrists to pin them above your head against the wall. You squirm against his grip and he kicks your legs apart, stepping in front of you to keep them spread open. His free hand comes down and immediately runs the pads of his fingers across the length of your sex—your body betrays you because you let out a quiet whimper as you arch your back against his touch. 

“Wet,” he points out. “You like this, don’t you?” 

You shake your head. 

“Liar,” he chuckles. Joel wastes no time in sliding two of his thick fingers past your folds—your warm, tight, and so fucking wet that a large grin spreads across his lips. 

You squirm against him at the sudden and rough intrusion, eyes gazing up at him. His eyes are dark, filled with lust and more than likely sinister thoughts, but you can’t help but notice his grin and the cute fucking dimple that appears on his cheek. You shouldn’t like this, but your body is yearning for more. Yearning for him. 

Joel’s thick fingers plunge into you repeatedly—his other hand gripping your wrists so tight above your head that you’re sure there’s going to be bruises. You shut your eyes tightly, keeping your lips in a thin line and forcing yourself to stay quiet because you know that if you make a sound, it’s only going to fuel him further. 

His eyes stare deeply at you and you’re so wet that Joel’s fingers pump into you with ease. He can see you struggling against his grip and he leans closer, lips near your ear as he whispers huskily. “Lemme hear you, baby.” 

You shake your head in defiance, pulling your lower lip between your teeth. You suck in a breath when his thumb brushes against your clit and a quiet—almost inaudible—moan escapes your lips. 

“Ah, darlin’,” Joel grins, gently nipping at your earlobe. His grip around your wrists loosen just slightly and he’s distracted, yearning to pull more sounds out of you and it gives you just the right moment to push him away. You miss his fingers immediately, a loud squelch echoing the walls when his fingers slip out of you. 

With as much strength as you can muster, you shove him so hard that he stumbles backwards with a grunt. You look around haphazardly, eyes wide, heart beating out of your chest. You’re very well aware that your lower half is bare, but you think maybe you can make a run for it—you just need to grab his keys, run out the door into his truck and drive away. 

You glance over your shoulder and Joel chuckles. He fucking laughs at your poor attempt at running away because he takes three strides in your direction and takes a fistful of your hair. You let out a loud yelp and he’s already quick to bend you over the back of his couch—the edge of it digging into your lower abdomen.

You’re already trying to squirm away, but his grip in your hair tightens and pain rushes through you. You’re about to beg him to stop, to beg him to let you go, but you feel his free hand connect with your backside. The slap reverberates through your entire being and the sound of his hand coming in contact with your ass echoes through his quiet home. 

“You just got here, baby,” he growls—he doesn’t let up, your skin already reddening with each spank. “You can’t leave me yet.”

“I–I–” you mumble and your body reacts automatically, pushing back into him. “Please!” 

“M’gonna have to tie you up, I think,” Joel grins. “Just to make sure you don’t pull that shit again.”

Your ass is beginning to sting and you try to scramble away, but Joel pulls you upright against him. His large hands move to your hips, fingertips digging into you as he uses your body to rub his bulge against you. 

“I think you’re gonna feel real good around me,” he whispers into your hair, hand sliding over your abdomen and down between your legs. “You’re actin’ like you ain’t enjoyin’ this, but you’re so fuckin’ wet f’me.” 

He begins to circle your clit with the pads of his fingers and it causes your back to arch against him, hands darting out to rest on the edge of the couch. A loud moan finally escapes your lips and Joel lets out a low growl at the sound—he wants to hear more of it, craves more of it. 

“From the way you’re squirmin’,” he continues, “Makes me wonder if you’ve been neglected.” 

You shake your head—lying.  

“Oh? Got a boyfriend back home, hm?” 

You shake your head again.

“Poor little thing,” Joel mumbles, head dipping down to the side of your neck as he presses his soft lips against you. It causes a shiver to run through you—his soft lips and his rough beard. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m here now. I’ll take care of ya.”

You’re an absolute mess by the time Joel’s done with you. You’re lying on his mattress, hands bound by rope and attached to the headboard. You’re completely bare for him and he’s brought you to the edge of orgasm too many times to count that you’re practically begging for some release. 

His hands are surprisingly gentle when he settles himself back between your legs and it causes you to flinch. His fingertips brush against your hardened nipples, dark bruises already forming around it from his love bites—he liked to call it. 

“You’re soakin’ my sheets, honey,” he grins. 

“Then let me fucking come!” you retaliate with a huff. Your eyes go wide the minute it leaves your mouth and you’re already trying to scramble away from him, despite being all tied up. 

Joel laughs again. “You’re cute when you’re angry, baby… but let’s not forget who’s in charge here.” 

He finally pulls the ends of his shirt over his head and you lift your own head off the pillow to get a good look at him. There’s no way this fucking man is in his fifties—you shake your head of the thoughts that begin to fill your mind. He has you here held captive and you’re sure that he’s going to kill you once he’s gotten what he needed. 

But you can’t help it. 

Joel’s fucking gorgeous. 

Is this what Stockholm syndrome is? Attracted to your captor? Whatever the fuck it is, you’re squirming impatiently. There’s a dull throb between your legs, an ache, a need for him to give you what you need. 

And he smiles. The same fucking dimple that appeared earlier that day is now in full display because Joel knows he’s got you right where he wants you. 

“Gonna be a good girl f’me? No more fightin’ back?” Joel begins, reaching down to tug his boxers down his strong legs. Once the fabric is gone from his body, your eyes widen once more at the sheer size of him. Girthy. Leaking at the tip. You’re not sure if it’d fit inside of you and Joel notices a flicker of uncertainty flash across your features. “We’ll make it fit, baby. Don’t you worry.”

You whimper quietly in response, feeling him brush his rounded tip against your opening. You try to wiggle your hips down, yearning for more, but he just pulls back and shakes his head. 

“Please,” you plead. You bat your eyes at him, gazing at him under the rim of your eyelashes. It’s a poor attempt at begging, at looking innocent because you look anything but that. 

Joel just lets a small smile line his lips before he pulls away and mounts your upper half. You clear your throat—the size of him this close almost threatening. 

“Don’t be gettin’ shy on me now,” he growls lowly. “Been pleasuring you for a while now, so it’s only fair that you return the favor.” 

“I–I haven’t come yet. Please just let me come and I’ll do anything—”

Joel clicks his tongue and runs the tip of his manhood across your mouth, smirking at the sight of his precome now on your lips. “You ain’t the one in charge here.” He pushes his tip past your lips and lets out a low groan. One hand moves to grip the headboard ahead of him as his other hand keeps a steady grip around the base of his length. “Open wider f’me,” he whispers. 

You have no choice but to obey—parting your lips wider and feeling more of his manhood slide into your mouth. You can feel the corners of your mouth stretch due to his girth. It isn’t long before he pushes further into your mouth, feeling him hit the back of your throat and you gag almost instantly. Tears sting your eyes and he only gives you a few seconds to breathe before he pushes back into you. 

You squeeze your legs together, trying to alleviate some pressure that has been building and building between your legs and the pit of your stomach. You glance up in his direction only to see Joel with his head tilted back, chest and neck exposed, and his eyes completely shut. A quiet groan escapes his lips as he begins to move his hips forward and backward—you swirl your tongue around him, hollow your cheeks and it causes him to moan loudly. 

And fuck, it’s a beautiful sound to come out of him. 

He’s moaning. He’s deep in his own pleasure. 

And it’s all because of you. 

By the time he pulls out of your mouth, Joel’s eyes snap open to look down at you. Lips swollen, tears streaking down the corner of your eyes. You’re so distracted by your desire to come that you don’t realize what could possibly happen once he’s done with you. 

You’re going to die. 

Joel is going to fucking kill you. 

And this cross country road trip you had originally planned was a stupid fucking idea. 

Joel sees a look of fear flash across your features and it only makes him smile, makes his cock jerk at the sight of you. He moves down your body and settles himself between your legs again. 

“Gonna fill you up now,” Joel nods. “And you’re gonna lie there and take it like a good girl.” 

You nod. 

His hand comes up to grip your chin roughly, staring into your eyes. “Say it.” 

“I–I’ll be good. I’ll take it like a good girl and—”

Without warning, Joel pushes fully into you in one stroke. You feel your body jerk upwards at the sudden intrusion and you’re lucky that you’re so wet because while he slides in so easily, you can’t help but feel the painful stretch to give way to his size. Your hands try to wiggle out of the bondage, but the rope just digs further into your skin—it’s like he expertly tied you in a way that the more you struggle, the tighter it gets. 

Joel’s hand moves from your chin to cup your breast, thumb brushing against your nipple as he remains still for a moment. “Feel so good,” he whispers, head dipping lower to brush his nose against yours. He can hear you panting heavily, lips parted slightly. “Like you were made f’me.” 

Then, Joel pulls out to his tip only to slam himself back into you. He repeats this movement multiple times and your moans—the ones that you’ve tried so desperately to hold back—finally escape your lips and mix in with the sounds of his skin slapping against yours. 

The bed rocks against the wall—his thrusts are so rough and you’re sure that your entire body is going to ache for the next few days. 

That is if you’re still alive by then.  

One hand moves to your hip as the other moves to wrap around your neck. He applies a bit of pressure to cut off your oxygen and you gasp, eyes wide as you stare up at him. 

Begging. 

Pleading. 

Not for him to stop… 

…but for more. 

Joel grins at that and continues his thrusts, the sensation of your walls sliding along his length only urging him closer and closer to release. He can feel the tightness in the pit of his stomach begin to unravel and he pulls out, not yet wanting to be done with you. 

When Joel does pull out of you, he releases his grip around your throat and hears you take one deep breath. You’re breathing heavily and he looks between your legs—so fucking wet, so swollen and he taps your clit gently with the tip of his manhood only to see you squirm. 

You’re sensitive, he thinks to himself with a grin. 

“Joel,” you whisper. At this rate, you don’t care if you die. Having him bring you on the edge of an orgasm only to stop is worse, you’re sure of it. 

“Gonna keep you here forever,” Joel says with a dark gaze. “You’re mine now. You understand?” 

You clear your throat and nod slowly—anything to get him to make you come. “Y–Yes, yours.” 

“Doesn’t sound too convincing.” 

“Fuck, Joel! Please,” you beg. “I don’t care what you do to me, please just let me come…” 

Joel chuckles—dark, sinister. He leans down and lightly pecks your lips before he climbs off the bed to look at you from top to bottom. “Like I said, you ain’t the one in charge here.” 

Your eyes stare at him and you notice the way his manhood stands fully erect, glistening with your arousal. He follows your gaze and smirks, reaching down to tug on it. “This what you want?” 

You nod. “Please.” 

“So if I untie you, you gonna be a good girl and obey?” Joel contemplates, still stroking the base of his length. His hand doesn’t feel as good as being inside of you and he almost loses his resolve. 

But he doesn’t. 

Joel’s patient. 

“Y–Yes, please,” you plead once more. 

“Love hearin’ you beg, darlin’,” he grins. Joel slowly reaches over and begins to untie the rope around your wrists but he makes sure that his attention is focused on you. He needs to make sure that you’re not going to run again. 

Once the rope is finally undone, you roll your wrists and touch the bruises around it. You flinch and then look up at him—eyes still pleading. 

“One wrong move and I’m tyin’ you up again. You hear me?” Joel growls, seeing you move to sit up. You nod in agreement and he tugs on your ankle, pulling you to the edge of the bed with such force that you let you a quiet yelp. 

Joel flips you onto your abdomen and grabs your hips, lifting you up so that you’re now on all fours on his mattress. He comes up behind you and slides into you with warning—again. 

A loud moan escapes your lips and you fall forwards—cheek resting against his mattress, eyes fully shut tight, and your hands gripping the sheets so tightly that your knuckles turn white. 

“Feel even tighter this way,” Joel points out with a grunt. 

Your toes curl at his rough assault against you. It’s like he’s possessed, so territorial and so animalistic that his thrusts drive you further into the mattress. You wanted this, but you can’t help the pain that shoots through you at his size. Joel’s by far the biggest you’ve ever had and it wasn’t like you had a healthy sex life before this. 

“Fuck!” You scream, now trying to scramble away from him because it’s too much. He’s edged you for too long that you’re sure you can’t even get there—your body is humming and you can feel the familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach. You’re close and Joel knows. 

He laughs and grips your hips, pulling back onto him with such force that you arch your back. Joel grabs your arms and pins them at your lower back as he pulls your body forward and backward against him. He glances down and sees just how wet you are—the hair at his base completely damp from your arousal. 

“You wanted to come… then fuckin’ come,” Joel groans, pulling you up against his chest. He grunts into your ear as he keeps your arms pinned at your lower back. His other hand reaches around and dips lower to begin circling your clit against the pads of his fingertips. 

You moan so loud that it echoes throughout his home. Your head tilts back against his shoulder and he drags his teeth across the side of your neck—both your bodies now covered in a thin sheet of sweat. 

“J–Joel, I–,” a loud sob escapes your lips when you finally reach your orgasm. Your body shakes against his own and his thrusts don’t let up—still hammering into you from behind and using your slickness and tightened walls to bring himself closer to his own release. 

“Fuck,” he groans against you, releasing your arms and pinning you back onto the mattress. His hips sling against your own—Joel is literally fucking you into the mattress and you’re already so fucking sensitive that you try to move away. 

Fuck him. If he wanted to deny you of your orgasm, you can do the same to him. 

But it’s no use. Joel’s so much stronger and his large hands grip your hips so tightly that you feel pain from it. 

“S’cute,” he says in between thrusts. “Thinkin’ you can run away.” Joel grunts lowly, chasing his own orgasm. “Can promise you one thing, baby…” He slams into you once more and releases his warm seed into you—paints your tight and wet walls with his come. He leans forward, pushing further into you as his tip kisses your cervix. “You ain’t ever leavin’ me.” 

He presses soft kisses along your shoulder before he pulls out, watching with a smirk to see his come trickle out of you and down your legs. 

“You’re stranded, darlin’. Ain’t no one comin’ to save you,” Joel grins. “And I ain’t even done with you yet.”

[witherby]

how would the family and conner react to a rich douchey alpha trying to court omega mousey?

also LOVE the sickbed series!!!!

hope your doing well and eating and drinking enough!! 💜💜💜

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Thank you!! I also hope you're doing well!!

How would the Batfamily + Conner react to a rich and douchey Alpha trying to court you?

Alpha!Bruce:

Money? He's posturing around and acting like a big, tough alpha because he has money? Bruce laughs this man out of your face. He wipes his ass with toilet paper that costs more than this guy's total net worth, and you are a Wayne. You don't need any fucking money, and for this guy to think he can win your heart like that is nothing but a total joke. You are more than financially provided for, and if this guy's whole personality is nothing but money then he can leave, immediately, forever.

Omega!Hal:

If he's around you the same time the Alpha is there, he's bitching about smell the whole time. I'm talking "god DAMN it's musky in here. Someone needs a bath. Pronto." He will not shut up about how bad the alpha pheromones stinkkkk. "The douchier the alpha, the worse he smells by the way." Especially if the Alpha is doing it on purpose.

Will offer him scent patches. Will offer him soap. Will eventually look him in the eye, uncaring if it incites a Challenge, and say "hey man, we get it. You smell interested. But I like breathing clean air and we're choking on your nasty posturing bullshit right now. Please relax. Or leave. Actually just leave."

Alpha!Dick:

Refuses to tolerate any douchebag posturing behavior. Entitlement? Just because his baby sibling is an Omega? Bye. See ya. Do not pass Go. Turn right around and fuck off. Nobody gets to rock up in Mouse's personal space and try to coerce them into a relationship just because of caste. What a shitty way to navigate through life. Oh, you're still here? Challenge accepted, prepare to get your shit rocked.

Omega!Jason:

He's throwing hands. Sorry, he doesn't have the patience to bitch the guy away or even have a conversation; he's just putting his hands up and throwing two to the dome. Fuck outta here, for real.

Beta!Tim:

"Oh, Mouse watch out, this guy's got 30 thousand dollars in his checking account and he held the door open for you once he realized you were an Omega! Don't swoon too hard or you'll fall on the floor!.....anyways —"

Douchebag is asking Tim how he knows exactly how much money he's got in his account right now. He's being real pushy about it, too, trying to intimidate him into deferring. But Tim just rattles off his social security number, tells him he knows exactly how he got that dirty money, and requests that he walk away before things get real sticky for him, legally-speaking.

Omega!Damian:

CanNOT be near this alpha. He WILL bring out his swords and stab him to death.

He will kill him. He will dunk him in the Pit. He will kill him again. It's bad enough Damian used to think that was acceptable and normal behavior in the League, and now that he's seeing that behavior being targeted on his baby sibling, he's not having it!!! Alphas pressuring Omegas into courtship just because they're "biologically superior" is bullshit and he will fuck him up!!!!

Beta!Alfred:

He called Conner. Brandishing his shotgun is easy and effective, but it's not entertaining. Some overconfident Alpha garbage is daring to sully his grandchild's person just because of secondary sex characteristics? Alfred doesn't need to do a thing, not because he doesn't want to, but because he knows that not only are you more than capable of defending yourself, and you also have a perfectly polite Kryptonian Alpha to clean up this filth for you. And Alfred will get to watch the carnage unfold with a cup of Earl Grey.

Alpha!Conner:

The definition of "is this guy bothering you? Do you want me to fucking kill him?"

Conner defers to you. He completely ignores the existence of this idiot asshole until you tell him how to proceed. Ignore him and walk away together? You got it babe. Challenge him non-lethally into leaving you alone? You got it babe. Cook his ass with laser vision? You got it babe.

And if you happened to be alone, without any family around for backup, you'd have simply stuffed him in your pocket dimension and then spit him out somewhere across the country. Fuck right off with the douchebaggery please, because there's not enough patience in the world to deal with it.

[alldthoughtsinmyhead]

“Get your paws off her.”

My heart fluttered and dropped at the sound of that voice. Todd’s hand on my shoulder had gotten even paler with a slight tremble. He stood his ground, though, earning my respect. Not many men could challenge Terry, especially in this mood.

“Step away from her. Slowly.” His voice was calm but dripped with unmistakable rage. He had already taken a fighting stance, feet apart, planted firmly on the ground, ready to tackle Tod at any moment. I sighed as I closed my eyes. I didn’t need Terry knocking out my colleague because of his stupid jealousy and anger issues. I opened my mouth to speak when I heard Todd say, “She’s not your girlfriend anymore.”

My eyes widened as fear gripped my heart; Terry was going to put him in a coma. I threw myself at Terry, wrapping my arms around him, praying it was enough to keep him from going after Todd.

“It’s okay, Todd,” I said to him over my shoulder. “It’s fine, I’m fine. You can go. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

The visible relief on Todd’s face on not having to fight Terry would have been hilarious if I wasn’t so furious.

“Get in the car,” Terry spoke to me, but his eyes followed Todd’s hurriedly retreating footsteps.

Once Todd was at a safe distance, I released Terry and glared at him. “You do not get to do this, Terrence Richmond! You do not show up at my workplace and harass my coworkers! We are done! You and I, this is over! I sent your ring back to you; wasn’t that clear enough?”

Terry watched me as I vented my anger, stopping short of throwing cuss words at him. I held myself back from really looking at him: the way his soft black cashmere sweater clung to his body and highlighted his chest, the sterling silver chain I had gifted him last year around his neck just above the soft chest hair peeking through the V-neck of his top. Both his hands were in his pocket as his eyes burned through me.

I could tell he was still seething with jealousy over having seen Todd touch my shoulder. This was one of the reasons I broke up with him. He had knocked off a man’s tooth for “staring too long at my ass.” He was a ticking time bomb when it came to me, and it was too much for me to handle.

“Get in the car. I’ll take you home.” His voice was softer, pleading.

I felt my heart begin to melt, but I had to fight this. “No,” I said firmly. “I’ll take an Uber.”

“Fine. I’ll just say what I want to say right here then.” He said, raising his voice. “The last time we FUCKED—“

I shoved him hard toward his car as an evil grin spread across his face. He had won this round, the stormy-eyed devil.

The vibrations from my seat in his Lamborghini were wreaking havoc on my kitty. Seeing that I had begged him to fuck me every time we took a ride in this car -- sometimes in the back seat when I couldn’t wait, sometimes right at the door after we got home – I had no doubt he had chosen this car out of all the others for this stunt intentionally.

He turned to me casually, flicking his eyes over my stressed face, my heaving bosom, down to my thighs, which were clenched shut, and the devil had the nerve to chuckle.

I ignored him, refusing to give him the pleasure of seeing how much effect he had on me.

“So... a white boy, huh?” He started laughing outright, and I really fought the urge to punch him in his pretty face. “Does he fuck you the way you like to be fucked, baby? Does his cock stroke every part of you? Does he eat you out like you were the tastiest little thing in the world? Does he let you sit on his face and ride him like a pony till you’re writhing and gushing out your sweet, sweet nectar?”

He licked his lips, and I almost came undone at his crude words and gestures. I heaved a sigh of relief when he pulled into my driveway. My skirt was drenched, but if I got out of the car fast enough, maybe he wouldn’t notice.

I got out of the car and ran all the way to my door, breathing a sigh of relief when he didn’t follow. I unlocked my door and stepped in. I was about to shut the door when he put his foot in. “Terry, get out!” I screamed, more afraid that I would throw myself at him than anything else. I knew he’d never hurt me.

Terry pushed his way in and shut the door. “I bought this house. I’ll come in when I want to.” He walked over to the bar and pulled out a chair. “Where were you on Thursday?” He asked lightly, rapping his fingers on the bar isle.

Now safely away from the office, I could cuss him out to my heart’s content. “I was home! Not that it’s any of your fucking business.” I walked around the bar to pour myself a drink. Once I got the amount I wanted, I turned to put the bottle away, and he downed my drink. “That’s fucking mature Terry, get—“

He lunged at me from across the counter, grabbing my arms and pulling me clear across the marble to himself. Turning me as soon as my feet were off the surface, he grabbed both my hands behind my back with one of his and sat me on his lap, facing away from him.

My boobs were heavy with arousal, my thighs clenched and unclenched trying to keep in the fluids that kept pouring out. I could no longer tell where my anger ended and my arousal began.

“Let’s try again,” he whispered in my ear. Pulling out his phone with one hand, he showed me a video of. . . my sitting room, then my bedroom, bathroom, and backyard. My eyes widened.

“You’re spying on me?”

“Like I said, it’s my house. There are security cameras everywhere. Where were you on Thursday?!”

“Fuck you!” I spat.

“As you wish, princess.” He stood up swiftly and bent me over the bar isle, the cold marble pressing against my skin. Releasing me briefly, he undid my zipper and dropped my skirt, pulling down my thongs along with it.

I told myself I wasn’t trying to escape because I didn’t want him to think I was scared of him. It’s not like I wanted him to do everything he was planning to do to me, I said to myself as I lifted my feet to help him take off my skirt and panties.

He rubbed his hand over my supple ass, squeezing each globe before going between my legs. I heard his breath catch as he saw how wet I was. He stepped back, and I heard him undoing his belt.

“Ah!” his hand connected with my ass. Kicking my legs wider he worked my wet snatch with his fingers, rubbing my clit and tracing my slit before dipping a finger inside me.

“So wet… so warm…” he murmured reverently. Pulling out his finger, he replaced it with two. He stroked me like he knew his way around, curling his fingers to massage my sensitive spot till I started to gasp his name over and over and over.

I was just starting to tremble when he withdrew his hand and entered me with something much larger.

“Oooooooohhhh,” I moaned as he filled me. My love tunnel swallowed him and clung to him like a long-lost lover. He hadn’t fucked me in weeks since we broke up and my cat was ravenous for him. He held my waist and started to pump into me. Slow and deep. He was torturing me, drawing out the pleasure.

Frustrated, I tried to push back against him, but he wouldn’t budge.

He pushed in again, ever so slowly. Damn his marine self-controlled ass. I whimpered.

“Where were you on Thursday?” He asked slowly.

“I went on a dinner date with Todd, Damn you! Just get this over with, please..? My voice broke.

I felt his grip tighten on my waist. “Did you fuck him?” He had stilled his movement completely, leaving my silky walls to clench and unclench around him, desperately trying to suck him. I was tempted to say yes, knowing it would drive him insane. But I didn’t want him to continue this sadistic punishment. So I screamed “No! No, okay? Terry, please...”

I could feel his egotistic smile of triumph as he lifted my right leg onto the counter before going to town on my poor kitty. The new angle allowed me to take every inch of him as he lost himself. I grabbed hold of the counter to anchor myself as he pummeled into me, moaning and chanting my name like he was possessed.

I was possessed right along with him as I came over and over, squirting and forming a pool on the floor. I felt it, the change in him, the moment he became erratic. He lifted my second leg on the counter, spreading me in a perfect split as he slammed my ass back into his groin. The smell and sounds of sex permeated the air.

Through the fog of my mind, I heard him say, “Let’s see you go on a date with Todd with my baby in you.”

I felt the hot jet of his cum hit my womb and I forgot about Todd and the baby. . . My eyes rolled back into another orgasm.

[holylulusworld]

Between a rock and a hard place (10)

Summary: You are in big trouble and in need of money. Two wolves are more than willing to help you. For a price…

Pairing: Mobster!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader x Mobster!August Walker

Warnings: power imbalance, gaslighting, darkfic, both brothers are not nice guys, mafia AU, smut, unprotected sex, cowgirl, dub-con on August, possessive Walter, implied smut, light oral (fem rec), there’s a hint of fluff

Between a rock and a hard place (9)

Between a rock and a hard place masterlist

Please take a look at the warnings for this story.

August challenges. “Go ahead…I want to see you cum.”

Having control over your body, and August is a new feeling. The brothers are always in control. Tonight, they play by your rules.

There’s something in the way August groans your name, and how he watches you move on top of him, that makes you feel powerful.

“Ride him harder.” Walter tickles your back with his fingertips. “He can take it. Make his cock yours. Show him who’s in charge tonight, and who owns his cock from now on.”

“Fuck,” August curses loudly. “You should be on my side, brother.” He growls as you swirl your hips. “She’s a good lay, but not…” Panting heavily, he looks at you bounce on his cock.

“She’s a sight for sore eyes, huh?” Walter teases. “I share her with you if you admit she’s more than a good lay to you too.”

“I like her ass too,” August laughs when you gyrate your hips to hit that spot making you keen. “Yeah, that’s a good girl fucking herself on my cock. It’s the best dick you ever had, baby. Now, make yourself cum like the slut you are for me.”

“Shut up,” you growl and slap his face, hard. August gasps at the impact, visibly taken aback by your reaction. “This is my cock, and you will shut your mouth and let me ride it like a good boy.”

Walter throws his head back. He laughs loudly at your attitude. “You must love my little lamb. Just look at her using my brother’s cock to get off.” He kneels behind you to cup your tits and play with your nipples. “Does he feel good inside your cunt?”

“Better than you,” August bites back. He bucks his hips, eagerly pushing his cock into your slicked cunt. “Watch her get off like never before.”

“Mine, mine,” you chant like prayer. You’re a woman possessed. August claimed your body and used you like a doll, and you will get back at him doing the same to him. “This cock is mine, only mine.”

Walter smirks at your possessiveness—not only with him, but also with his brother. They transformed the former shy and meek woman into a hungry beast.

“I want to see him fall apart inside your cunt?” Walter whispers in your ear. He encourages you, urging you to ride his brother like a stallion. “Make him your bitch. I want you to take control, little lamb.”

“He’s mine,” you growl as you claw at August’s chest, scratching him like an animal, leaving your marks on his body as he did with you. “Only mine.”

“Brother, I think she likes fucking you.” Walter sits next to you and his brother, watching you with hungry eyes.

You lean forward, capturing August’s mouth in a dirty kiss, all teeth and tongue. “Say it,” you stop moving, leaving August hanging.

“What?” He growls. “Don’t stop moving, slut. I dare you to stop moving.”

“Say it,” you repeat. “I want to hear it.”

Walter watches you dismantle his brother, a smirk on his lips. “You better say it, or she won’t let you cum.”

“What do you want to hear?” August fights the handcuffs, trying to break out and pound you into the mattress.

“You’re mine,” you nip at his lips. “Say it.”

“Fine, tonight I’m yours.” August gives in. He growls your name as you still won’t move. “What else do you want?”

“Say you are mine. Not only for tonight.” You grip his arms, starting to move again. “SAY IT!”

“You’re crazy,” August laughs as you eagerly move up and down his length. “I don’t do monogamy, little slut.”

You smirk while leaning over his body. “Say it, or I’ll never fuck you again.”

Walter lies on his side. He enjoys watching the struggle on his brother’s face as much as he enjoys seeing you fuck him. “Say it August.”

“I’ll be yours for as long as I want to,” August grunts. “Now, make me cum, slut. Move that pretty ass.”

You start moving again. Nothing matters but the feeling of him inside of you, stretching and filling you most deliciously. August follows your lead, thrusting upward.

Leaning back, grip August’s thighs, moaning as you feel a skilled finger flick your clit. Walter can’t hold back any longer. He pinches your clit, toying with you as you move faster, and faster, desperate to fall apart.

“I want you to cum all over him, little lamb. Now, baby. Y/N, soak his cock, now!” Walter barks, tugging harshly at your little nub, forcing you to fall apart. “My perfect slut.”

“Our,” August grunts as his warmth fills you, “slut.”

August kept his promise. The moment his brother unlocked the handcuffs; he buried his face between your legs to lick you clean.

“Hmm…she tastes even better after I cleaned her cunt,” August purrs before diving back in.

He fucks you with his tongue as you push against his head to get him off you. It’s too much. They filled you up, over and over again, after you had your wishes granted.

Everything they give you comes with a price. Tonight, you paid them back in orgasms.

“Let him eat you, little lamb. August wants to make up that you passed out on us,” Walter laughs as you tell him you don’t want to cum again. “This is not about you, but your naughty clit. Let August have his fun.”

“Walter, baby,” you whine and whimper, feeling August’s tongue swipe over your clit. “Please…I…oh…no…” You gush all over August’s face, panting heavily. “Please no more.”

“Brother,” Walter laughs when you try to scramble away. “Let her rest now. She has had enough.”

“We got us a naughty slut,” August concludes while looking down at you. You’re all fucked out once again. “I think I love her.”

“Argyle,” August and Walter nod at the head of the security. “No disturbance tonight. We want to celebrate at the lounge.”

“Got it,” Argyle nods. “No disturbance.” He glances at you between the brothers. Walter holds your hand in a tight grip while his brother shamelessly gropes your ass. You don’t mind. After Walter let you have control, you made peace with your new life.

It’s been months since that night. You almost don’t think about your old life any longer. The brothers are your whole world. They spoil you, not only with orgasms.

“Will we get a show? Show us her pussy!” The crowd cheers as they recognize you. “Fuck her!”

“Argyle,” Walter growls. “Make them shut up, or I’ll make them shut up.”

The brothers guide you away from the crowd and toward the private lounge. Walter sits on the oversized sofa, taking you with him. You end up on his lap, making out.

“You two,” August sighs as the crowd starts to cheer again. “Really? I thought this was over.”

“Only for fun, Auggie baby,” you purr against Walter’s lips. “Don’t you want to join us?” You look over your shoulder, licking your lips. “I love me two big cocks, you know that.”

“Fuck it,” August growls. He nods at Argyle before unzipping his pants. “Ladies and gentlemen, our lovely slut wants you to watch us ruin her holes tonight. It’s a special night for us. Our first anniversary, so we expect you to pay well.”

You tug at Walter’s shirt, giggling as his brother moves his hands to your ass.

“I can hardly wait to celebrate…”

The End, for now...

[the-dormant-ocean]

I hate myself.

[bigmoon-is-bigwife]

I actually think TR!Tango is on such thin ice with Ros and his constant jabs at her. He intends them as jokes but there are so many times today where they did not land with Ros. There's obviously the one during the event where Sneeg and Clown immediately jumped to her defense but in even later afterwards he continued to make jokes and rile her up. Ros even went to Foolish about it after he made a joke about her making the walls and Foolish waved it off by saying Tango couldn't have known Owen made them (which, fair, he did not) but it actually upset Ros to not have her building skills and work on the castle recognized.

Building is like the one thing Ros takes pride in. She is so horribly insecure in nearly everything else, but building is her comfort zone. So for someone to not acknowledge her work and consistently tease her about it really made her frustrated and she even had to walk away and calm down. Interestingly enough, when Tango made a joke about the newspaper saying Ros doesn't have a backbone she very calmly told him that it was false and that people lie. This is something Tango and many others have teased her about in the past but this time she is finally standing up for herself. Ros is not the same person as she was when Tango left and I think he's going to find that out real quick.

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

you know youre fucked when your biggest source of gender envy is a marshmallow made of jello

[simplyfroggy]

i fear my hottest most boomer take is that not everything has to be for everyone

[lith-myathar]

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[thatonebipotato]

apparently people are already starting to babify Simon P again,,

that is an almost 60 year old man who lived through an apocalypse and the trauma of being suppressed in his own mind for almost a thousand years, who then had to be thrown into the future where he lost his lover and was left to struggle in an unfamiliar environment while he grappled with whether or not being present in time and sane was even worth it

what do you mEAN

[villainsidestep]

v3!fawnchen is chen pulling them to the side immediately when they bring cyrus back to be like um hey bestie quick question: why the FUCK are u injured

[starch1ldz]

When I see people use the wrong their/they're/there, where/were/we're, you're/your, loose/lose I lose a couple brain cells(lightheartedly). Like native English speakers you've been in school your whole life what business do you have using the wrong word rn

[supermarketcrush]

putting 'psychosexual' on the high shelf until people know how to use it

[skullzy20]

I am not exaggerating when I say I live with one of the worst cishet men I've ever met in my life and its horrible

Pretty big vent incoming in tags, just a warning. Feel free to scroll past /gen

[iishmael]

I just changed my reading goal for this year to 100 books 🤯 I’ve been too scared to do it so far bc I don’t want to end up having to lower it back down… but… I would really really love to hit it 😂 I don’t know when I’ll have this much time to read again, with my phd starting in September sooo… essentially I need to bang out the majority of these books in the next month 😂