#ace austin smut

[mystic-story-lover]

~I Don't Share What's Mine~

Ace Austin x Zoe (OC Female!Reader)

Word Count: 2386

Warnings: 18+, swearing, penetration, male orgasm, female orgasm

Type: Angst & Smut

Summary: After a successful defense against Subculture, Ace shows his girlfriend exactly who she belongs to

A/n: I had an idea for this story, but ended up changing it to this, which I honestly feels works better

(Gif Is Mine)

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“Mark!” I squealed, running over to my best friend.

“Zoe! There you are, I’ve been looking all over this place looking for you.” He laughed as he wrapped his arms around my small frame. Once he let go, I took a step back.

It’d been roughly six months since I last saw Mark. Due to both of us having busy schedules with work, it wasn’t always easy to find a time that both of us had off in order to see each other.

“How have things been?” I questioned, a wide smile laying across my face.

“Things are going great. We’re going after tag belts as you know.” He laughed as I playfully smacked his chest. “Seriously, things are good for me. How about you Z?”

“I’d say things are going good. Ace and I are doing really well, and he’s going to kick your ass tonight.” Mark rolled his eyes at my statement.

“We’ll just have to see. Hey, it’s almost time for our match, want to walk with me?” The question, one so simple coming from someone I grew up with, lingered for half a second.

“She can’t, cause she’ll be walking with her boyfriend. You know, one half of the tag champs.” A familiar voice spoke from behind me, and I saw Mark raise his hands in surrender.

I sighed, shaking my head, and turned around to spot the one and only Ace Austin behind me. From the look on his face, I knew that he was irritated, but he had nothing to be upset about. Mark had been my best friend since we were kids, and nothing had ever happened between us. 

“Hey babe,” I smiled up at him. “I was just finishing my conversation with my best friend, and then I’ll be ready to go.” He jaw ticked at my sentence, but I didn’t care. He needed to know that I was all his, and I’d prove it to him. Without saying anything else, I turned around again to see Dani appeared next to Mark.

“Hey Dani, it’s good to see you. As I was going to say though Mark, as great as it would be, so we could catch up, it’s become a tradition for me and Ace to walk with each other to the curtain.” I smiled softly, a silent apology.

Ace quickly wrapped his arms around my waist, another way to show that I was his, and I squirmed in his arms. For a slight second, he tightened his grip on me, one of our many silent messages to each other, this one telling me that my wiggling was in an awkward position for him, especially before a match. I stopped, leaning my head into his chest, and raised one of my hands to place it gently on his face.

“There you are man, I’ve been looking for you.” Chris Bey, Ace’s tag team partner, sighed, a smile clear on his face. It was obvious that he wasn’t aware of the tension passing between the four of us.

“Sorry man, I didn't mean to worry you. I just had to find my girl.” Ace spoke before leaning down and placing a kiss on my lips. I ran my hand along the side of his face, happy to feel his lips on mine.

An awkward cough came from the side, startling me, and causing Ace to laugh mid kiss. Using my other hand, I playfully tapped his thigh, and he laughed again. From all the laughing, he pulled apart, and I frowned at him.

“I’m sorry, you’re just so cute when you’re startled.” He smiled at me, and I smiled back, happy to see him like this. I loved seeing him like this, a smile spread across his face, one that truly reached his eyes.

“You’re lucky that you’re cute.” I sighed dramatically causing him to pout his lips. “I love you, Ace.” 

“I love you too Zoe, and I always will.” He leaned down again, placing a small peck on my lips.

“That’s cute, but can we go? If you make me miss our mark because you’re flirting I’m going to defend these belts without you.” Chris groaned, starting to turn away from us even before he had an answer. I laughed, knowing that if we didn’t follow, there was a small chance he really would defend by himself.

Without saying anything else, Ace stepped to the right of me, and grabbed my hand. Just as we did every time one of us had a match, we walked hand in hand to the guerilla, and Ace spun me before pulling me into his chest. He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, another thing we’d done before matches recently. I smiled, and laid my head on his chest, a content sigh leaving me. Before I could move, the SUBCULTURE theme started to play, and I knew that Ace would need to get in position, since he was going out within the next minute. Once I was off his chest and out of the way, Ace bounced around for a second, and shook out any nerves he had. 

“Good luck, and give me a too sweet.” I spoke, holding up my hand, and the guys did the same. As we pulled away, their music played, and the three of us began to walk out of the curtain. Tonight, I was to walk out with them, just to play defense, especially since SUBCULTURE were bringing Dani with them. When we reached the ring, Ace threw up the sign again, bringing it to my lips, and I kissed his fingers, just like I’d done every time I came out with them. 

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“Here are your winners, and still your Impact world tag team champions, The ABC!” I cheered, sliding into the ring. Instantly, Ace picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist before tucking my face into his neck. I placed a soft kiss on his shoulder, a signal to tell him I was proud of him, and I pulled my head back. They raised their arms, belts in hand, and celebrated for a small second. Chris reached over and took Ace’s belt, and Ace set me down.

We walked to the ropes, and the guys gave me the chance to step out first, Ace following right behind me. Once he was on the ground, he picked me back up, and we walked up the ramp. When we got to the top of the ramp, Chris handed me Ace’s belt, and smiled at me. Once we were behind the curtain, I expected Ace to set me down so he could celebrate with his friends, but instead he carried me back to the locker rooms. The smile he wore when the bell rang was now gone, replaced by a blank stare.

"Ace! Are you going to celebrate with me man?" Chris questioned, jogging slightly to keep up with the pace Ace had set.

"I can't tonight man. I've got to show my girl just exactly why I'm half of the world tag team champions." He stated before smacking my ass. I moaned at the feeling, causing him to smirk before we reached his room.

Without setting me down, Ace managed to open the door, and he stepped inside. Using his foot, he shut the door quickly, and dropped me to my feet.

"Ace, how many times do I have to tell you that-" My words cut off as Ace roughly kissed me, his hands on my cheeks. I kissed him back, melting at his touch.

"Say it all you want baby, but at the end of tonight, it'll be my name you're screaming." He stated after he pulled away.

"Ace, I want to talk about this." I spoke, my hand finding its way to his chest.

"Later, I promise we'll talk about it. Right now, however, I'm gonna ruin that pussy of yours baby." With that, he kissed me again, distracting me with another smack to my ass, making me gasp so he could slide his tongue in my mouth. I moaned at the contact, and Ace guided me so my back was against the door. He raised his hands to my shoulders, slowly sliding down the black leather jacket I was wearing tonight. I pulled away from the kiss, a smirk on my face. 

“We should move this to the shower, don’t you think?” I asked, slowly rubbing my hands up and down his muscular arms. Ace shook his head at my question however.

“Tonight, I want to fuck you against this door.” He began to place kisses on my neck, and left the occasional bite. 

“Ace, are you sure?” I asked, and he pulled back to look at me. He nodded, a small one, and I nodded back. It was a way to show each other that we were both okay with this happening, and he resumed attacking my neck. My hands found their way to his waist, and I began to slowly slide his trunks down his waist, being stopped by one of his larger hands. 

Using his free hand, Ace slid one strap of my tank top down my shoulder, and placed a kiss on the partially exposed skin. He then did the same together, and I moaned at the feeling of his lips on me. 

“If I let you go, will you be a good girl?” He asked before placing a kiss on my collar bone. 

“Yes, I’ll be a good girl. Please Ace, I want you.” I moaned as he continued to kiss my chest. He released my hands, and I immediately put them on his shoulders. Pulling back from me, Ace reached for the bottom of my top before pulling it over my head. He tossed it behind him, and he reached behind me to unclip my bra. He lowly whistled when he saw my chest exposed to him, and I blushed.

“No matter how many times I see your gorgeous body, it still has me in awe.” He stated, glancing at my face.

“Please, just shut up and fuck me.” I panted, missing the feeling of his hands on my body.

“Your wish is my command.” He winked at me before unbuttoning my jeans. 

Quickly, he shoved them down my legs, and helped me step out of them. Instead of sliding my underwear down too, he ripped them from my body. Trying to keep up with a fast pace, Ace shoved his trunks down, kicking them to the side slightly. Without a word, he reaches under my thighs, and picks me up once more. He leans in, pressing a rough kiss to my lips as he thrusts up, his cock sliding into me. I gasped into the kiss, and Ace paused for a second, giving me time to adjust to his size. I whimpered before my hands found their way to his back, slowly dragging my nails down it, causing him to hiss.

“Move, please. Fuck please move.” I moaned, and Ace slid his hands to my hips before he began thrusting.

He set a rough pace, forcing me to feel every time he hit my sweet spot, causing me to moan loudly. My moans only encouraged him to continue the way he was, and occasionally, he’d speed up just the slightest bit, making me moan louder.

“Ace, fuck it feels so good.” I moaned, my nails dragging down his back. 

“Yeah, does my girl like that?” He asked, picking up his speed once again.

“Yes, yes fuck I love it.” I screamed, digging my nails deeper into him. 

I could feel the knot in my stomach forming, and Ace knew it too when I began to clench around him.

“No, you don’t get to come yet. What makes you think you earned it after that conversation you were having earlier?” He asked, intentionally slowing down.

“I told you earlier that he’s just my best friend.” I pant, trying to move my hips down. 

“Maybe we should prove to him just who you belong to, for safe measure.” Ace winked before roughly thrusting into me again. I could feel my orgasm building again, and I looked at Ace. “Go ahead baby, come on my cock.” 

My pussy clenched around his cock, and my vision went white as I came. My breath was uneven, and I knew Ace was close when his thrusts became sloppy. 

Ace pumped into me three more times before pulling out, using one hand to hold me up as the other stroked his cock. He tilted his head back as he shot hot ropes of cum on my stomach, groaning as he finished. I was lowered to the ground before Ace stepped back to get a shirt out of his bag to clean my stomach with. 

“I’m sorry Zoe, I don’t know what came over me. Seeing you with him, I hated it because I just wanted to punch him in the face.” Ace sighed, bowing his head. I smiled softly, knowing the feeling of jealousy all too well. 

“Ace, you don’t have to apologize to me, I know that feeling. You should tell him you’re sorry for being standoffish though. He didn’t deserve it.” I say, and he looks up at me before nodding. “I love you, Ace Austin. Nobody else has my heart.”

“I love you too.” He spoke before leaning in and kissing me. We were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“She’s like a sister to me, you know. I’m not into your girlfriend, but I admire the protectiveness.” Mark called from the other side of the door, causing both of us to laugh.

“Hey, when I’m actually dressed, I’ll come find you man. I am sorry, for being a dick and all.” Ace called back, a smile appearing on my face. I was happy that the two men who mattered most to me were talking, and not trying to fight.

“You might want to get your trunks then handsome.” I chuckle, and Ace shakes his head at me.

“No, what I want is you in the shower with me. Come on.” He said, grabbing my hand.

“Have fun you two!” Mark called in a sing-song voice.

“Trust me, with him, I will!” I called back, looking at Ace as he smirked.

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

I just watched last nights impact, and now I want to write a celebration smut fic with Ace Austin

[taeslarityy]

outage ༄ joel miller one shot (18+)

-> pairing: no-outbreak joel miller au x female curvy reader

-> word count: 4.3k

-> summary: after a citywide power outage, you're left to deal with the scorching texas heat. until, the well-respected neighborhood dilf — joel miller — lends you a more than generous hand.

-> warnings/tags: sarah is 10/11 so joel had her a bit older, power outage, texas heat, yes this is a warning because its not a joke, reader has a cat!!!, age gap (reader is 24, joel is late 40s), curvy/mid/plus size reader, brief fatphobia, reader has self-image/parent issues + is a lonely gal, fluff, SMUT (18+), unprotected piv, creampie, oral + fingering (f!recieving), squirting, body worship, brief ass play, daddy kink, big ole tits, spanking, spit kink, praise kink, a bit of belly bulge, cockwarming, pet names galore (darlin, sweetheart, baby, _ girl), joel has a huge dick (not canon!)

-> a/n: hi hi! i have been so anxious to begin writing again and currently have some wips that i am just not confident with. so when i saw the lovely @hellishjoel post her #hotdilfsummerchallenge, i was positive i wanted to join in! such a pleasure to be involved in this — thank you kylee for creating such a fun way for this community to get involved! as a curvier woman, i wanted reader to reflect that. because... joel miller is a handsy mf and loves to just grab himself some wide hips, thick thighs and phat tits <3 but ofc, this is can be for various body types. please please please, leave your thoughts and even constructive criticism! <3 DILF NEIGHBOR JOEL, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS!!!!

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. 

You release a groan of annoyance as the visual of your TV, coffee table lamp and humming of the refrigerator all flicker off into silence. The frills on your throw-blanket settle, as the ceiling fan no longer produces the small gusts of wind that have caused you to be rather chilly on this hot, humid and rainy summer night. 

When you made the courageous decision of moving across the country for a new teaching opportunity in Austin — you were never informed on the true brutality summertime unleashed onto Texas residents. More-so, you really had nothing to do but be caged up in the comfortable AC of your home. You’ve been here for roughly 14 months and the only "friends" you’ve made have been the 28 fourth graders you had the pleasure of teaching last school year. Tragic. 

Your coworkers, did not handle your arrival pleasantly. Young, beautiful, freshly-educated and determined. That’s what your grandmother referred to you as when you called her sobbing after your first week. Informing her that the seasoned teachers won’t even bat an eye at you, and when they do it’s a look of disgust. Whispering amongst one another. Like you were in middle school again, trying to befriend the popular girls. 

“I was foolish to think things could be different for me down here, so stupid of me.”

“Now listen to me, you are the most intelligent woman I know. More than anyone in this family. Bullies like that, it stems from an unknown jealousy and overbearing insecurity. Don’t let a few sour grapes ruin this outstanding career for you. Your students adore you already, and so do I. Just continue to be yourself and if that isn’t enough for them, so be it.”

Your grandmother always knew how to make you feel better. She had been instilling your own sense of confidence since you were a little girl. The only adult in your life to do so. If only her words were enough. Your coworkers just never let up. After overhearing them gossip about you during lunch break, you gave up your attempts indefinitely. 

“She really thinks she deserves a place here?”

“Look at her back rolls in that shirt…”

“She really needs to put that sandwich down.”

“Why is she so quiet? It’s freaky, honestly. No wonder she’s always alone.”

You’re not a stranger to being alone. You practically have been your entire life. Your parents never really bothered to form a genuine relationship with you, always so focused on your younger sister. She was the prettier, thinner, more impressive version of you. You have only had one best friend throughout your long 24 years on this earth. She was smarter than you and moved away from the timid small town you shared in Northern Maine, choosing an out-of-state university. So, being alone was a familiarity. You have made peace with it. But being lonely — that’s a whole other ball-park. 

The booming thwack of thunder startles you from your thoughts. Your sweet calico boy leaps from your warm lap and scurries under the dining table — tail puffed in fear. “Milo... it’s okay,” you whisper. He just gleams at you with his jet-black saucer eyes. Even you don’t believe your own words. You are not used to storms like this, and you didn’t really prepare. You read some articles online about stocking up: having plently of batteries, candles, non-perishable foods. Yet, you didn’t do any of that. 

Rubbing away the moisture from your damp upper lip — the heat inside your home already becoming unbearable. Deciding on a whim, you can head to a nearby hotel for the night. Unsure how long you will be without power and don’t wish to succumb yourself or your cat to the searing temperatures of the night. 

The rain has slowed down, as you feel the soft patter on your umbrella. Throwing your purse and water bottle in the front seat, you begin to dread unpacking all this stuff when you get to the hotel. Bags, cat litter, cage — scrutinizing yourself mentally and deciding you better fucking prepare for the next storm. 

“Where ya headin’ sweetheart?”

Your heart jumps at the deep smooth Southern voice that fills your thoughts at night. When your hands would find their way in between your quivering legs. Throughout the day. Pretty much all the time.

Joel Miller is the only person in this town that has ever filled the lonely void you can never seem to fill. When you moved to the quiet suburban street, he was the first to come greet you as you struggled to pull your mattress out of the U-Haul. Immediately lending a hand, and proceeding to lug all of your remaining boxes, furniture, miscellaneous items into your new home. 

“Pretty lady like you, shouldn’t have to lift a single finger.” He remarked when you you blushed and assured him you could handle the rest, not wanting to be a burden. Even though the sweat dripping down your back was apparent and 5 minutes prior you had no idea how you’d be able to unpack the remainder of the truck. He then assured you — there was no way in hell you were being a burden. Words that were a rarity. 

Later that afternoon, he invited you for dinner at his home. You met his lovely daughter, Sarah. Where everyone learned that you were her new school teacher. What were the odds? 

Following that, seeing Joel was frequent. From parent-teacher conferences, backyard barbecues for the neighborhood, or even small intimate dinners with Sarah at each others homes. Sarah would even spend the night at yours on occasion. When Joel had a late night at the construction site, or when she just needed some girl time. You adored that little girl, and vice versa. 

You also adored the fuck out of Joel. 

So when you looked up at his porch, finding him in nothing but a pair of plaid pajama pants.. your throat went dry. His tanned skin gleamed softly from the street light — little speckled freckles adorned his waist in various spots. And that darkish grey hair on his chest and fat of his lower tummy that flowed underneath his pants. Your brain fuzzy at the thought of your face pressed against it as you swallow his cock. 

But you were not a fool. Joel would never express an attraction towards you. A man like that? He deserved the perfect woman. 

“Darlin’?” He speaks again, a bit louder. Disturbing your wandering thoughts. 

“I- I was gonna head to a hotel for the night, my house is too hot already. And I don’t want Milo to be uncomfortable.” 

Joel’s eyes wander down your body as you explain — the plush jiggle of your tits in that small tank. Nearly spilling out. Slightly damp from the rain or humidity. The chub of your tummy spills slightly from your leggings. A sight that makes his cock swell unbearingly. An act that occurs more often than not when he sees you or even thinks of you for the countless minutes of his day. 

“No way. Not gonna let ya drive in this weather. Plus, most hotels nearby are gonna be overbooked. I got the generator up n’ working, got the spare room too. Your stayin’ over.” 

“No! No, Joel. I can’t.”

“N’ why not?” His hands have found his way to his hips, popping a knee out and giving you that classic dad glare. Not angry, but confused as to why you’re even protesting when he’s already decided. 

“I don’t want to intrude and I have Milo. You and Sarah are allergic.”

“Sarah left yesterday to stay with her mom in California for the rest of the summer. Besides, Milo loves me. I can handle a runny nose as long as I know the two of ya are safe.” 

To this, your stomach nearly flips inward on itself. You’ve never been alone with Joel in his home. Not for this long. The few times you’ve come over to help him with dinner before Sarah got home from soccer practice, have always been excruciating. Staring at him without worry. Watching his muscles flex through his t-shirts. Big hands chopping vegetables and plating food. His hand lightly touching your waist when scooting by. 

There’s no possible way you can survive a night in Joel’s home. 

But, he’s already grabbing his umbrella and walking over to you. He grabs your stuff from the car and tells you to go grab Milo. So, you do.

Joel slips on a t-shirt after he put your stuff in the spare room, disappointedly enough. You nearly told him to keep it off, but held your tongue. You made yourself comfortable at the island barstool as you typed up some early lesson plans, Milo at your feet. 

He patters over to Joel who is now leaning against the counter, brushing against his leg. He then leaps onto the granite and purrs against Joel’s arm. 

“Psst! Milo get do-“ you beg, embarrassment coloring your cheeks. 

“S’ okay, sweetheart. He’s not botherin’ me,” Joel attempts to settle your nerves. Petting Milo’s soft fur and scratching under his chin, that special spot all cats love. “Can I get you anythin’ to drink?” He nods towards the coffee he’s brewing. 

“Coffee would be nice, thank you.” You beam at him. Joel’s heart skips a beat every time your cheeks puff up ever so slightly when you smile at him. It’s something he swears is the most endearing thing about you. Of course, he’s only ever shared that with his daughter. Who begs her father to just take her favorite teacher on a date already. 

Joel grabs some sugar and oat milk from the fridge, your favorite. He learned from the few breakfasts you guys had shared. A bit of sugar and a nice gulp of milk softens the dark roast color in the mug, he slides it over to you as he grabs his plain black coffee. 

“You remembered!” You giggle slightly at the Number 1 Dad title that adorns the mug, taking a sip. You moan at the taste, exactly how you like it. 

“Of course I did, darlin’.” You almost hate how easily those pet names roll of his tongue. You summed it up as his southern hospitality, figured he calls any woman those special names. “So, you ready for this new school year?”

An icky feeling settles in your stomach. The thought of returning to the painful and toxic work environment you can only escape when you’re with your students.

“Not without my Sarah girl,” you swiftly change the subject towards the one person he can talk hours about.

He smiles proudly at her name. 

“Ya know, she still all mad that you wouldn’t flunk her so she could have another year with ya.” Both your laughs quickly fill the empty house. 

“Well, even if I tried to, that girl is too smart for her own good. She should skip a grade in my opinion.” You state, and you’re truthful at that. Sarah Miller is as intelligent as she is quick-witted. 

“Yeah, she gets it from me.” At that you roll your eyes playfully. Typing something up before closing your computer and taking another sip of coffee. “Although I love boastin’ over her, I guess I meant are you excited to go back? They treat ya good there?” 

Joel watches the color drain from your soft skin. Realizing he touched somewhere that might be too personal. Too raw. “M’ sorry sweetheart, shouldn’t have asked.”

“No- no uh, you’re fine. Um, honestly? No. I’m not excited. The staff there aren’t exactly the kindest bunch.” You confess, slight unease crawling over you. 

Joel’s eyes scrunch in confusion. Mind blank on how the kindest soul he knows, could be surrounded by complete opposite. “Whatcha mean?”

You sigh letting the anxiousness settle a bit before speaking again, “they hate me. I don’t even know why, really? I have tried my hardest to get them to accept me but nothing seems to work. Whether it’s jabs at my appearance, teaching style, they’re never satisfied.” Your eyes are burning slightly, haven’t confessed this burden you constantly carry to anyone. “If it wasn’t for your daughter and my class, and… you.. well, I think I wouldn’t have made it through. I try to be strong, I try to be everything that people expect from me but it’s just so hard, Joel.” At that, the fat tears begin to stream down your face.

Joel was frozen in shock. Or maybe anger. Protectiveness. He wanted to hurt the people who made you feel like this. The least deserving of any pain. He sets his mug down and snatches you in his embrace. Holding your head with his hand, stroking your back with the other. He lets you sob almost uncontrollably into his firm chest. 

“I just hate being so alone.” You whisper, clutching onto him. You can’t even be embarrassed anymore, you’re so overthrown by his scent, his comfort. Comfort you’ve not felt in so so long. 

Joel kisses your temple softly, "promise you're not alone, sweet girl." He nudges your head to look up at his own sorrowful expression. His thumb running over your full lips, a bit swollen from your teeth biting down on them in an attempt to muffle your sobs. "So beautiful." He murmurs as he leans down to place a kiss on your left cheek, his lips skim over yours before he places another on your right.

Joel just barely hears the whimper from the back of your throat when that feather light skim happened. He leans back half an inch, staring into your glossy eyes. "Tell me not to, and I'll let you go upstairs and get some rest. Tell me, sweetheart."

It feels like a whole minute passes by. The soft patter of the rain, the smell of coffee beans from each others breath, the same slow breathing that overwhelms the little space between you both.

Desperation.

Your fingers tighten on his shirt, "don't let me go upstairs, Joel."

Joel smashes his mouth into yours, his guttural groan flying into your soft whimpers. The softness Joel expressed a moment ago is long gone. This kiss is messy, teeth-clanking, tongue inside your mouth. Like he wants to devour you from the outside in. He releases your lip with a pop.

He threads his thick fingers through the base of your hair and yanks it back gently, tongue on your neck. Biting the skin there. "You're so soft, baby. Just need me to mark ya up, is that right?"

You nod as hard as you can despite his harsh grip on your locks.

"I need you to use your words, sweet girl. Let me know what you're thinkin'."

"Everything you do is okay. I want more. I need it all. Please."

"Oh baby, cm'ere," he wraps your lavish thighs around his waist and hoists you into his arms. Easily. Like you're just the most delicate thing he's ever held.

As he walks to his bedroom, you smile into his neck. Arms wrapped over his shoulders, hand rubbing ever so softly at his greying curls. You bite at the skin under his ear and he gives your ass a huge squeeze. Groaning at how his big hands barely hold all the meat there. He couldn't wait to touch and gnaw at this body he loved.

At the foot of his bed, he taps your leg as if telling you to get down. You stand in front of his massive overbearing figure, staring up at him lustfully. You grab the bottom of your compression tank top and pull it over your head, revealing your unsupported chest. Your heavy tits fall a bit.

"My god," Joel falls to his knees in front of you, face nearly level with your pebbled nipples. Both his hands grab a fistful of each, rolling them in his palm. Your sweet noises fill the room and he swears he might've just came in his pajama pants right there. He takes his teeth and bite at the fat above your leggings, licking and sucking at a sensitive part of you. Literally and figuratively.

Joel abandons your chest to yank your leggings and panties down in one move, coming face-to-face with your prickly oozing pussy. He can't restrain himself much longer, spinning you around he pushes you down into his mattress.

He spreads your ass open with both hands, the chub of your lips open ever so slightly as the slick between them strings together.

"Perfect cunt." That's when you feel the chill of liquid spat right onto your puckered hole, dripping down to your clit. He leans in, tongue catching the tangy mixture of your slick and his saliva, right on your throbbing clit.

You screech into the sheets, so turned on from his actions. As he licks up to dip his tongue into your hole, one hand that's holding you open sneaks up your back, to your neck and yanks your head up.

"Nu-uh, let me hear you, baby girl." He demands as he pauses to throw his shirt off as fast as possible — not wanting to leave your cunt for too long without the warmth of his mouth.

He sloppily makes out with your cunt as it clenches and unclenches under his tongue, his beard prickling at your skin. Like he wants your scent all over him for as long as possible.

"Ohh daddy, more more," you whisper hazily, hand reaching back to grab his head desperate to have him as deep as possible.

Joel stops as he processes your choice of title. "What was that, darlin'?"

You freeze at his serious tone. Just now realizing what you've called the man. "Oh my god, I'm s-" Joel grabs your wrist and pins it against your lower back — thick middle and ring finger hooking into you with no warning. Your wetness aiding in the rapid slide of them.

He spits on your puckered hole again and abandons your wrist to land a harsh smack against your ass.

"Only dirty girls say that word, baby. Are you daddy's dirty girl?" He edges you on as he spanks you again on the opposite side. Hard. Unsparing. A side of Joel you've never seen. And oh, does it make you feel that coil tightening within you.

"Mmmm yes yes 'm your dirty girl, daddy!" You groan loudly, eyes swelling with fresh tears. But not tears of pain from earlier, pleasure.

Joel's fingers fuck into you harder, thumb now rubbing at your clit as he leans forward to prod his tongue at your asshole. "Cum for me, my nasty sweet girl. Drench my face. Let me taste you even more." He halts his fingers knuckle deep, hooked inside your cunt as he presses into that spot on repeat. Like he's stroking it out of you.

That's all it takes for you to silently scream as you squirt all over his lower beard covered face and your thick inner thighs, that nearly squish his head from how hard you're coming. Joel just keeps himself situated, never letting up. Allowing you to completely let go and rut back into him, telling him you need more.

"Thaaat's it, my good fuckin' girl.” He praises as he kisses your cunt and ass, he leans over your face capturing your lips in a kiss so messy and depraved. “Open that mouth.” Spitting roughly onto your tongue with a groan as you taste your sweetness that he knows he will forever be addicted to. No chance of recovery.

He ruts his thick bulge into your ass as you whine needly.

"Really want you to fuck my face, now." You beg, hand reaching down to grope him through his loose pjs.

"Mmmmm," he murmurs as his hips keep rutting into you. "Tonight is about you, baby. M' gonna stuff your tight cunt so fuckin' deep you'll feel it in your throat, don't worry." And with that promise, he releases himself, throbbing cock slapping against his lower tummy. You flip onto your back just to see it and your eyes widen at the sight before you.

You always knew it was huge just from perception, but god. It's thicker than your wrist, and looks like it would prod into your cervix. Painful even. Joel senses the worry on your face as he pushes your legs back against your chest. Admiring the way your stomach folds into itself, soft roll after roll. And the thickness of your inner thighs lays heavy. He just wants to get down and feast on you again but he might die if he doesn't feel you wrapped around him.

"You're in charge here, sweetheart. Understood?" He explains as he rubs his fat cock head up and down your swollen slit — notching on your opening with every downward stroke.

You nod slowly, peeking down at the monster between your legs once more. He squeezes your ankle, subtly reminding you to vocalize.

"Yes daddy, I understand."

"Good." And with that, he pushes into your fluttering hole. Your eyes roll back immediately, head thumping onto the soft duvet. He pushes in deeper, barely halfway in and he sees your feet and eyes scrunch a bit. It almost feels like he could rip you apart. Maybe it's because you haven't been fucked in a hot minute — or maybe it's just that Joel is so fucking hung. More than any guy you've slept with.

“Deep breath for me, sweetheart.” He soothes you, as soon as he sees your chest fall — he slams the rest of the way in. Hips flush with the back of your thighs. Cock fully sheathed in your warm soaked cunt. Heavy brimming balls pressed against your little puckered hole. “You feel so damn good. Dripping for me.” Joel’s eyes close at the feeling of you hugging him so tight. He suddenly forgets the feeling of any other woman he’s pleased. Utterly devoted to you from here on out.

When he pulls out all the way to his fat tip — it notches on your opening. Like he has to put in that extra effort to fully remove himself from you. But he doesn’t, and starts fucking into you fully. Never half way, never pulling completely out.. but always making sure he reaches the end of you.

“Da- daddy oh, harder please.” You plead, squeezing his forearm at the overwhelming feel of him nudging your cervix with every thrust.

That confirmation of pleasure is all Joel needs to push your legs back even more — ankles by your head — and began a brutal relentless pace. Grabbing a fistful of your jiggling tit and messy hair, he pulls your head up so you can watch how he ruins you for anyone else.

“Ya see that, see how swollen your gettin’ already?” Joel questions as he holds your head perfectly to observe the slight lifted pudge on your tummy. Paired with the way his coarse hair rubs against your swelled clit — it’s a drool worthy sight.

“Cus’ your so big, Joel.” You sigh, eyes fluttering from the primal force he’s using on your body.

A smug grin flicks across his face at the view. Mind consumed by the most perfect woman. Eyebrows turning inward, the little lines between them deepening as you try to comprehend all the emotions in this moment. Removing his hand from your head, he finds your clit and swipes it upward. Over and over. Leaning down, he sucks as much of your breast into his mouth as humanely possible. Tongue flicking the pebbled area, coercing your orgasm from you. “Cum with me, baby.” His muffled command shoots straight to your filled core.

As he feels you spasm around his thickness, he stills balls deep. “There it is, baby…” Spilling his cum inside your warmth. Plugging you, keeping you full of him. Joel relaxes his body against yours, finding your mouth to kiss you gently. Sweaty foreheads against one another. Joel goes to push off of you, his comforting body heat about to be ripped away.

"No! Wanna feel you longer, please."

Your protest makes Joel's heart surge. "Of course, sweet girl." Wrapping his large arms around you, he flips you both so that your soft plush body lays above him. The new angle makes his spent cock nudge a bit deeper, you both moan at the faint squelch of his cum overflowing your cunt. "You're so perfect," he mutters.

Smiling into his full chest, you leave a swift kiss. "So are you. Thank you for this. For.. everything."

Joel's hands finds your back as he begins gentle strokes onto your supple skin, his head resting atop your own. "Thank you, darlin'. I want you to understand something, you might just be the finest thing that ever happened to Sarah and I. Y'know, she didn't really want to see her mom. Never had the best relationship with her. She just wanted to spend the remainder of the summer havin' ya over everyday to swim and all. That girl admires you more than anyone."

Eyes foggy, you shift to gaze up at him. "And what does her father think?"

Joel pauses briefly, rich brown orbs beaming into yours. "Think she's damn right. She didn't want me to tell you this, but she left so I could have some alone time with you — take ya out. Scolded me sayin' by the time she's back, we better be together." He laughs at the thought, you join him. Picturing that 4'9 ball of fire lecturing her father on the rules of dating.

"So, you're asking me out Miller?" You question with a heavy hopeful heart.

"Should've done it forever ago, darlin'." He confesses, placing a delicate kiss on your temple.

And with that, you place your head back onto the warm chest of the man you've craved your entire life. Realizing, ever since that day where he first greeted you with that sultry gentleman voice — you were never truly alone.

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「 SUMMARY 」 — he waits in the shadows for your nightmares to paralyse you, to claim you body and soul all for himself.

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+ [ MINORS DNI ] smut, somnophilia, dubcon, cnc, dom!vessel, sleep paralysis, demon!vessel, forced breeding, forced pregnancy, breeding kink, oral sex [ female receiving ] nipple play, biting, blood, fingering, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, internal cumshots, rough sex, unprotected sex, squirting, vaginal creampie

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「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x vessel

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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you could feel it, the burn, flames sticking to your skin, melting the flesh and surfacing the bone underneath. the ache, the red of the fire, how it burned angry, vengeful against your fragile, weakened body. in between the flamed streaks laid the remains of what you’d once called a home, only mere smoke and ash now, and in there laid your burning body, trapped underneath rubble, blackened with soot. you could see yourself, outside of yourself as a third person looking in, a most ungodly sight to behold. and the wisps and crackles of the flames did nothing to quell or soothe your panic, only heighten the vicious sight before you.

your eyes shot open in a daze, a shaky gasp parting from chapped, dry lips. trying so desperately to quiet your mind, remove the nightmare from your thoughts, your skin still heated but was not burned, flesh and bone still intact. you let out a small sigh of relief, upon the realisation that you were unharmed, attempting to wipe the sweat that accumulated on your brow, only to find your arm numb, stuck to its position on the bed beside you, no matter how much you jolted and twitched it remained the same. your heart began to race, thumping hard against your chest like the crash of thunder that rang ever so often outside your bedroom window. you were asleep still, you knew that, put something about this predicament seemed far too real even for your standard of dreaming.

the left side of your bed dipped with a foreign weight, a hand came into view. inky jet black fingers met your viewline, palms rough and callouesed, intricate veins flowed like rivers on the back of the palm and up the forearm, pulsing softly as fresh blood flowed through them. it was a strong arm, masculine no doubt. rings adorned the slender fingers of the strange hand, ones of silver that shined against the black obsidian of the skin. you felt them, so gentle as they traced delicate lines across your skin, almost hesitant in their touches, you lay there, numb and unmoving, watching them shake and twitch as a thumb swiped the sweat from your forehead.

“don’t fear little dove, it was only a nightmare”

the voice was deep and coarse, the twinge of a british accent on the end of his words that made your stomach churn with worry. the words rang sinful from his lips, as his hand ran down your cheek, caressing the warm, mortal flesh. a face came into view…more so a masked one. one of pearly white, traced with gold and rubies that of blood red adorned around the maw. slits in his mask covered his eyes, three to be exact on each side, obscuring them from your vision, only the lower half of his face exposed, soft pouty lips outlined a row of sharp teeth, the canines the most prominent. he smiled, showing them off, looking as if he was about to take a bite out of you at any second.

he would notice the subtle twitch in your movements, how your fingers would shudder every few seconds trying to get a better grip on reality, while the remainder of your body laid frozen in place, paralysed by the weight of your own dream, or was this still your nightmare? his hand remained stagnant on your cheek, every few seconds, taking the time to swipe his thumb across the flesh gently, in soothing circles. your eyes welled with tears, in obvious fear, unsure exactly who or why this strange man… or whatever he was, was looming over you so omnipresently, so…domineering.

“now i know you're afraid, little dove, but i can assure you i bring you no harm” he noticed the tears streaming down your cheeks

“no no…do not cry…”

you could see his pupils dilate behind the slits of his mask, how the shroud would fall over the top if it, shielding them from your gaze.

“relax little dove. the paralysis is only temporary”

his eyes darkened momentarily, keeping the outstretched hand stagnant on your cheek, his thumb adjusting itself only to wipe away stray tears, an inky streak leaving stains in the corners of your eyes from where his flesh made contact.

yet you could not relax. how could you? your mind was wide awake yet your body frozen in time, and to make it worse, this large domineering…thing… you could hardly call him a man despite his corporeal form being akin to one, practically levitated above you.

he noticed the ink smear across your cheek, a primal sensation grew in his belly, something about it felt so primative, so raw to him, a piece of him left behind on your mortal flesh. he was only supposed to provide comfort in your weakest hour. to comfort your mind when your body could not. yet…he wanted to provide more, relax where your fingers could not reach, soothe with words your tongue could not provide.

“little dove…forgive me…”

his body ever looming over yours, growing closer as he brought himself in. his lips painfully close to yours, tongue teasing your cupid’s bow with the words he spoke.

“but i must..i need to”

his lips fan over yours before meeting. your eyes widen with the sudden contact, flickering wildly, still trying to adjust the the sight of him under the dull moonlight, just the flicker of his mask, a milky pearl in colour, even more so up close, and the reds like garnets and specks of gold leaf reflect in your eyes.

his maw opened, revealing sharp canines that prodded at your bottom lip leaving indentations in their wake as they parted, tasting the cherry and cream of your lip balm with a shudder. despite the interaction, despite your lack of say or movement in the matter, you couldn't help but melt into the kiss, the stubble wafts of his breath fluttering against your skin as he pulled away, observing the swollen red petals with lustful adoration. how despite parting, your lips still connected by a thin lips of spit. he hummed at the sight, licking the inky blacked-out curve of his cupid’s bow, savouring the subtle cherry flavour on his tongue.

he shifted his weight. his thighs resting dangerously close to your cunt, nestled against your inner thigh. despite your warmth being shielded by your panties, you could still feel the coolness of his skin, touch featherlight, feeling like light snowflakes against your flesh. you let out a small whimper, it was the only thing you could do in your semi-stasis state. vessel’s ears pricked up at the sound, with a soft hum.

“hmm? you like that my little dove?”

his words like velvet in her ears, drawing out any semblance of rational thought you had left. he left you entranced, enraptured, entwined by the silk ropes of his tongue. he pressed his knee against your clothed cunt, swirling against it slightly. your cunt pooled with warmth, slick with arousal for the strange demon that resided above you.

“oh…so wet already…mmm, didn’t think you’d submit so easy, my sweet”

his voice rumbled deep within his throat, evident by the way his throat contorted with a goan. his cock growing hard behind the confines of his shrouds, the appendage pressing, throbbing against the thin fabric. your stomach swirled with desire in spite of your mind resisting, failing to miserably.

“need to feel your flesh on my tongue…” his fingers raked down from your cheek, a hand shaky in their movements. trailing cautiously down, featherlight touches only separated your skin from his by your shirt. he let the fabric mingle with his skin, savouring the sensation as his palm ghosted across the peak of your breast, feeling the supple mound, groping it, squeezing it, eventually revealing them from beneath the fabric.

“so divine…” he muttered through clenched teeth, trying to stifle a moan as your breasts became revealed before him. your nipples perked and stiffened as the winter chill graced them. behind the mask’s vessel’s eyes widened, he’d never witnessed a woman reverared with such beauty before. he felt the need to fall to his knees before, worship your body with his tongue, repent and relinquish himself solely to you.

“a goddess baring herself before me…”

vessel’s throat tightened with a gulp, his breath teased your nipple, tongue barely jutting out to hesitantly lick at the peak, the bud glistening with his spit under moonlight. he noticed the subtle eye roll on your behalf, noticing you could not do more than moan and whine. he smiled. a devilish one at that, one that boarded on the like between endearing and threatening, one that showed his canines on full display. he had you firmly under his tongue.

“my dear…i shall revel in your flesh…i shall show you no mercy”

he gave another lick to your nipple, wrapping his lips around the perky bud, sucking greedily like a fawn feasting at its mother’s teat. his tongue swirled around the bud, a hand wrapped around the mound of your breast, massaging the soft flesh, his cock hardening, standing fully mast in his shrouds, throbbing against your inner thighs.

“i shall not adhere to your cries…and you shall enjoy it”

his free hand was quick with its movements. shuffling past the barrier of your panties, a evident wet spot present. it did not surprise him, you’ve already proven submissive enough already. his inky digits part your folds, slick with your own wetness as he explores deeper.

“mmm” he hums, feeling the stretch of your cunt around his fingers.

“so wet… so warm…”

your eyes widen at the sudden intrusion, your cunt clenching instinctively to forcibly eject him out, although your attempts proved futile, it only aroused vessel further. in response, he sunk his fingers deeper, thumb drawing rough, rigid shaped against your sensitive clit.

“you dare reject me…? oh little dove…” his words mutter against your breast, the flat of his tongue rippled against your nipple with every syllable.

“your rejection only fuels my desire”

he bares his teeth, clamping down around your breast. enough to cause a substantial amount of pain, yet your body’s lack of response and overall paralysis only emphasises his statements. he pulls away with haste, removing his teeth, indentations litter with small specks of crimson in their wake, his teeth stained with that same iron-flavoured sweetness, he licked them clean, savouring the taste.

“you’re lucky, sweet thing, that i did not split your pristine skin more…” he was breathless from the sudden blood-rush.

“but oh gods i wish i did…you’re so…intoxicating…”

his teeth bared again with another sinister smile.

“but i shall hold my tongue…i have plenty of time to sample you again”

the lanky digits of his right hand hooked into your panties, shuffling them down your motionless legs with intense vigour, grool clinging to the fabric, cunt soaked in wait for him. vessel stifled a grunt, his lips parting as his tongue spread across his bottom one.

“gods…” his voice barely above a whisper, muttering subtle curses and praises simultaneously. how you tease and tempt him with your luscious thighs and dripping void, yet he’s so willing to accept the offer, inviting himself into your warmth, drowning in your wetness. he could die happy, your mortal flesh consumed by him.

“now i claim you, for you have presented yourself so willingly to me…”

vessel monologues, the sound of his voice drowned out by other senses. fear and panic overriding your being. he spoke so surely that you were willing to engage with him so frivolously, when in fact he was the one manoeuvring your figure, oddly gentle yet careless at the same time.

“oh and i will enjoy tainting your flesh, my love…” he began to free himself from the confines of his shrouds.

“every waking moment, every dream-filled night, you let your mind drift and you shall warm your loins to the thoughts of me”

his voice, a growl, animalistic and primal. his cock now freed, blackened by the same ink that stained the rest of his body, it prodded at the supple meat of your inner thigh, moving towards your folds, gathering your wetness on the tip of it. he shuddered, the sight almost too much for him, his cock twitching with primal desire. in an instant you felt so full. vessel made no attempt to ease himself inside. the stretch burned, your cunt not fully lubricated to take him with the force and speed he provided. you went to scream, however the paralysis reminded you that your throat had been forcibly shut, vocal chords shredded.

“fuck…” he growled, almost buckling under the weight of the pleasure, your tight cunt clenching around him, once again, trying to force him out.

“oh no… no you don’t little dove.” he panted, already beginning to thrust at a voracious pace. “you let me in now…you just lay there…and take every inch of me”

he bottomed out, his entire length sinking deep within you. his cockhead forcing itself through the meaty ring of your cunt, prodding harshly against your cervix with vicious movements resembling that of a dagger.

“you feel like sin, my love…” his tongue lopped out past his lips, licking hot stripes against your flesh, burying his head into your neck.

“so fucking perfect…so tight…” he gasped in pleasure… “i may not last long if you continue to clench around me like this…”

vessel’s moans ring around your bedroom, his robes now discarded by your bedside, the glow of the moonlight illuminated his obsidian skin, you could not take your eyes from him, not that you had a choice to look anywhere else, he practically eclipsed your figure, manoeuvring your limbs like a ventriloquist would his puppet. allowing you to bend and break, submit to him all at his free will.

“let me position you better…so you can feel me entirely”

he repositions your legs so that they rested atop his shoulders. he lowered himself, pressing his hips against yours so he could fuck you deeper. he had you folded in half, his meaty cock driving into you with full force.

“going to fill you…your womb shall home my spawn”

his grunts grow more feverish by the minute, you could feel the visceral throb of his cock increase.

“would you enjoy that? forced to birth my spawn? to be my subservient queen? to rule the underworld together?”

he paused, giving a rough thrust.

“oh i know you would, little dove. i could tell by the way those eyes bore into mine”

he gave another thrust.

“by the way that pretty cunt clenches around me…you want to be mine…”

vessel grows more feverish at the thought, to watch your womb round and swell, to have to be barefoot and pregnant roaming the halls of his hellish estate. you his queen, subservient to only him. he noticed the tears streaming down your cheeks, his gaze softened slightly, his lips curling downward into a small frown.

“no tears my love…shh…” he whispered against your cheeks. “i do not deserve to have those tears wasted on me…”

in what felt almost heartfelt on his behalf, when you thought the dominant facade was beginning to slip, instead of peppering your cheeks with sweet, reassuring kisses, his tongue lips out of his mouth once more, licking your tears in a final attempt to mock you.

his cock throbbed deeply in your cunt, no revelation that his release was upon him. he was not one to simply let his orgasm arrive unannounced. he increased his speed, the force of his thrusts was almost enough to shatter your pelvis…and you could feel him holding back from doing so.

“little dove…you’re going to take every drop and savour it…”

his grunts grew more animalistic as he progressed, the clench of his abdomen was indicative of his closeness, how it quivered as it slammed into you the close he got.

“mmm fuck…”

he gave a final thrust, your belly immediately swelled with his warmth, so much so that he was dripping from within you. he grew ravenous, blinded by lust and need.

“you’re mine…all mine!”

he pulled out of you, his cock still leaking with cum in the process. some of the feeling begins to return to your limbs as you hesitantly, weakly attempt to move. your toes and fingertips twitching slightly.

“no no…i’m not done with you yet, little dove” he pulled you back by the ankles, positioning himself between your thighs once more. his breath fanned against your clit, as his tongue made teasing movements towards it.

“need to taste myself in you…” he mewled. “need to make sure you don’t waste a single drop of my seed”

vessel’s lips wrap around your clit, the aching pearl overstimulated from the previous abuse of his fingers. he hummed into you, sucking greedily at the nub.

“you taste so good mixed with me, my love…” it wasn’t just lust in his eyes, but pure obsession, one that you would not hesitate to threaten him over. but as he lay face buried between your thighs, devouring you, you could not help but lay back and enjoy it, the wonders he provided, the spells of pleasure he cast with his tongue was nothing short of marvellous.

he let two fingers spread your dripping folds, pushing his seed back into your void in a greedy attempt to secure you all to himself. you heard a low chuckle rip through his throat, the rumble vibrating against your swollen clit.

“mmm…” his. breathing quickened as he felt your cunt begin to pulse around his lanky fingers ebbing closer to orgasm. his words came out in harsh, unintelligible whispers, coercing you to savour his seed. he’ll let you cum eventually, but not until he’s certain that he’s filled your womb. his slender fingers pumped into your void at a rapid pace, curling upwards as he forced his cum deeper into you.

“accept all of me, little dove…that’s it…”

his tongue drew shapes against your cunt, tasting himself. the sweetness of your skin mixed with the vile concoction of his seed did not deter him. if anything it made him more enamoured. he grew feverish, his cock hardening again. his lips clasped around your clit, teeth lightly grinding the sensitive nub between them. his large hands wrapped around your thighs, pulling you onto his tongue, letting the appendage sink deeper into your already full void. he moaned into you, devouring you with such violent intent.

“oh?” he mumbled into your cunt. “you enjoy this?”

his arousal spiked, his hips grinding languidly against the mattress, noticing the way your cunt clenched with desire around him, so desperate for your own release, you were chasing it, in hopes he would allow it.

“you enjoy the idea of being full of my seed?”

you could not help but mewl at the idea, despite your current predicament, the paralysis on your throat and voice wearing off slowly, allowing you to make small utterances of pleasure in response to his touches, now featherlight, slowly ebbing an orgasm from your walls. vessel smiles, pearly whites flashing in between the shadowy corporeal buds of his lips. feeling the movement of his mouth between your thighs.

your walls began to throb around his fingers, feeling them curl upward, allowing your arousal to spiral out of control. vessel marvels at the sight, the numbness in your thighs begins to subside with soft trembles, the familiar pulse of orgasm rising, feeling it tingle up your spine, feeling the breath catch in your lungs as you teetered on the edge of pleasure. his voice was soft yet his intention remained the same. he wanted to feel you unravel before him.

“your tainted flesh is mine to consume, mine to control…and i command you to release”

his fingers dug into your core with vicious pumps, controlling and commanding the instinctive clench of your cunt around them. your skin burned, like white hot flames of desire for the strange being, who’d effectively ruined your body for his own pleasure. the bite mark on your breast, the depressions of his teeth circled your nipple already beginning to swell and bruise in splotches. your orgasm hits you like a wave, building and building before finally crashing, your warmth cascading down your trembling thighs. vessel admired the sight, how your skin glistened with your sweetness under pale moonlight, how his taste buds danced with the taste of you. he lets out a guttural moan in response, his cock aching with release as he wastes his seed on your bedsheets, the appendage throbbing and swollen, a fiery red upon orgasm from grinding against the mattress.

he savoured your taste, enjoying how well you mingled with his. his head rested upon your inner thigh while he regained his breath, the intricate spirals of his mask poking the flesh. he sighed contently, placing chaste kisses to the skin, an odd sensation considering how relentless and unforgiving he was mere moments ago. you welcomed it, welcomed the feeling of his tongue swirling hot shapes into the skin.

you finally came to, your muscles still ache from paralysis, the weight of him heavy on your chest as he repositioned himself above you, his head now buried in the crook of your neck, peppering soft kisses to the tops of your shoulders. you felt oddly comfortable beneath him, listening to the shallow wisps of his breath, the dull throb of his hellish heart beating within his chest. his fingers draw shapes in the valley between your breasts, almost as if he was inscribing his name into your skin.

“i shall return tomorrow evening” his words separated by small pants of breath.

“i will not relent until you accept me, my love”

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

All Night

Summary: This man has been on my mind like nobody’s business and I need to do something about it

Pairing: Swerve Strickland x F!Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, masturbation (female receiving), dom x sub dynamics, edging, adult language.

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @mjfass , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @ripleyswhore

A/N: Thank you @theworldofotps for helping me choose the prompts 💕

-> Prompts are in red. And their credit goes to @delusionisaplace

“Are you ready?” He asked, eyes roaming her figure from behind, admiring how the pale blue silk dress laid on her body.

“Almost. Can you help me?” The small sapphire blue flower pendant dangled from the delicate chain draped around her forefinger.

“Of course, Sunshine” Swerve smirked, placing himself behind her. His long fingers covered her hand, softly pulling the necklace away from her grip. He unclasped the gold locket, placing it around her neck and softly securing it at her nape.

Her scent attracted him like a moth to the flame, his soft lips pressed against the side of her neck, above the pulse point. Swerve’s full lips parted as his tongue darted out to leave a wet trail on her skin.

“If you start this we’re going to get late” She sighed deeply, leaning back to rest her head on his shoulder.

She felt the pressure against her skin, along with the warmness of his breath as he spoke with a smirk “I’m not starting anything, I’m just making sure you’re fully ready”

“Oh, I am getting very ready” She teases, half jokingly.

Placing her hand on the back of his head, her fingers toyed with his mint-scented dreads, playing with the soft tips of his hair.

“I’ll fact-check that in a moment, you can be sure of that” Swerve teases back, sucking harder on her neck until her soft moans make him pull back to admire the glistening skin.

“There you go” He gave one last final lick on her pulse point “So everyone knows you're mine”.

“Baby, why did you have to do that right now?” She whined, failing to hide her desire behind the complaint.

“Because I felt like it” Swerve’s left hand pulled up her silk dress and balled up a bunch of fabric at her hips. His free hand sank into her baby blue lace panties, his warm palm covered her mound, long middle and ring finger circling her wet entrance.

“And because you belong to me, heart and soul” His fingers entered her pussy, filling her up in the most delicious way, causing her to moan louder.

“You’re mine, Sunny, aren’t you? So I can claim you whenever I want, no?”

“Yes, Sir”.

“It sounds selfish, but I can't help but want you all to myself. Even right now” His eyes met hers on the mirror reflection “The only thing I can think of is tossing you onto that bed and doing the most nasty things to you”. Swerve’s fingers turned up their pace, relentlessly thrusting in and out of her.

“Baby, please…Fuck” She grunted when his palm pressed down on her clit. “Oh shit, do that. Please, do all of that”

“Oh, I will” He chuckled against her ear, “But not right now”.

Swerve suddenly stepped back, making her instantly miss his fingers and body. The sarcastic grin plastered on his lips only served to make her even more frustrated.

“I hate when you do that! Can’t you show me some mercy before we go?” Her hands caressed his suit-covered chest “You’ve been teasing me all day, I’m not sure if I can take it”

��Of course you can take it, Sunshine” Swerve teased, his devious grin only grew as he placed her hand on top of his clothed erection and earned a small whimper from her lips.

“If you want this cock inside you, you will take everything I’ll put you through. You’ll receive every teasing and every time I edge you on that wedding tonight you’ll put a pretty smile on that face and a soft ‘Thank you, Sir’ will come out from those soft lips, do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir”

“That’s my good girl, Sunny” Swerve placed a soft kiss on her lips “Are you ready to go now?”

She only nodded in return, making him chuckle “Good, let’s go”.

Swerve stopped by your bedroom door and turned to her with a sinister smile “Lady’s first”.

Her brows frowned in concern as her gaze stopped at his smile, it was her silent warning, Swerve was up to something and she was almost certain it would be something that she would despise.

As she passed by him to reach the stairs, the soft buzzing sound coming from between her thighs paired with her shaky moan made her realize that this was about to be a long, long night for her.

[theworldofotps]

Daddy's Brat

Pairing: Randy Orton x Reader Word Count: 1,123 Description: You're upset that Randy decided to invite friends over instead of spending time together.

Warning: A little smut, some oral male receiving enjoy

Got this idea from Randy pulling on Paul Heyman's tie last night and just the man existing. Also realized I only have one other piece of Randy writing and its only from Christmas which is a problem in itself, so I needed to fix that. __________Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist​ @melissahausen​ @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose​ @99hook @sjwrites22​ @sassymox​ @mrsacklesevansmgk​ @xladyxfatex​ @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​ @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie​ @shortyiceheart​ @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal​ @thatnerdwriter​ @wrestlersownmyheart​ @vebner37​ @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars​ @seeingstarks​ @whenimakeitshine1234​ @legit9thlunaticwarrior​ @blaquekitty​ @ironshamelessyouth​ @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin​ @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456  @mcreignsera

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ________ You knew you were in for it when Randy’s expression tightened, the two of you were entertaining friends for the day. It had been a while since the two of you had been alone since he was busy away at work most of the time. You were hoping it would just be you two for the day but that was quickly lost when he told you that your friends and his coworkers would be over in an hour after walking up. Putting on a smile after sighing you got ready and had spent most of the morning and into early afternoon talking over a large range of topics. Followed by one of Randy’s favorite lunches you had prepared especially for him.

Everything was going well until you felt that all too familiar itching desire to have Randy put you in your place. You couldn’t help it, the time apart and now him being right here but not having laid a hand on you since he got back home. Was driving you mad with want and the need to be as bratty as you possibly could. You’d had enough practice where your friends wouldn’t take notice but Randy sure would.

Like when you purposely spilled his drink down his white shirt to see the fabric cling to his body or questioned him on everything he said under your breath. The occasional snide comment here and there that got a chuckle from everyone else but a narrowing of the eyes from your boyfriend. When your guests finally left, and the door closed you watched as Randy stood staring at the closed door.

Very quietly you backed up and slowly turned to start making your way from the hall.

“Don’t move another step y/n.”

Staring at him in shock you frown, he never called you by your name unless he was referring to you while talking to someone.

“That’s not what you call me.”

You huff crossing your arms as he turned towards you, his eyes pinning you to the floor as he locked the front door.

“You think you deserve to have me call you by anything else when you were being such a brat?”

“Regardless of what I do I am always a nickname.”

Stomping a foot, you watch as he actually had the nerve to chuckle at you turning you quickly leave the living room.

“I don’t remember telling you to move.”

“Well, I don’t remember asking you.”

Randy stopped short just for a moment as he watched you, so this was the game you were playing when his schedule was clear for the rest of the day, and he planned on using it to his full advantage. You didn’t hear him following you up the stairs, only knew he was there when a hand grabbed the back of your neck. Guiding you into the bedroom Randy closed the door and released his hold on your neck spinning you to face him.

“What was with that attitude today?”

“What attitude?”

“You still choosing to be a brat?”

“Yep.”

Popping the “P” you watched him with a smirk waiting to see what he was going to do, Randy rubbed his chin and nodded slowly. A faint chuckle reaching your ears, you could feel your body run cold as he slowly started walking towards you. Randy reached out, capturing your chin in his hand and pressed you into the wall.

“Someone upset because they haven’t got the attention they’ve been wanting?”

Your silence was the only confirmation he needed; Randy leaned over pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m sorry we’ve been so busy, and that this morning was a surprise to you. I’ve just been trying to get everything done before turning our phones off for the next two days. I didn’t forget that you need attention.”

You could feel the bratty behavior slowly slipping away and offered a small smile that was until he scooped you up over his shoulder and carried you towards the bed. Sitting Randy laid you over his lap and slapped your ass quickly a few times.

“What the fuck?”

“Oh language that pretty mouth should only be used for two things right now sucking daddy’s cock and telling him how badly you want this.”

Biting your lip to hold back the moan you gasp as his hand connects with your ass again.

“I know you want to moan baby why don’t you?”

“Because I don’t want to.”

“Mmm, I always love when I have to fuck the brat out of you.”

Gently pushing you off his lap Randy captured your chin again watching as your eyes widen when he starts sliding his free hand under your shirt. Feeling your soft skin as he made his way down to your shorts.

“I missed you while I was away.”

He mumbled his thumb sliding back and forth across your bottom lip before pushing it between your lips. His other hand found its way into your panties where his finger dragged along your slit that smirk that made you first fall for him crossed his features again.

“I knew you always enjoyed when daddy slapped that pretty ass and this just confirms it.”

A soft whimper left your throat as you sucked his thumb feeling one of his fingers slide into your pussy with ease. Randy inhaled through his nose as he watched you. It always made him weak in the knees to see you like this. Feeling his cock straining against his pants Randy stepped back and pulled them down, licking your wetness from his fingers while you worked to free him from his boxers. Your lips wrapping around him had Randy groaning in pleasure.

Your tongue flattened as you slowly took more of him in your mouth, your head slowly moving back and forth as your cheeks hollowed to form a suction. Randy’s fingers tangled in your hair as he started moving his hips watching as you choked a bit when he hit the back of your throat. Tears springing to your eyes as you moaned softly.

“That’s it brat let daddy use your mouth fuck so wet.”

Randy’s head fell back for a moment as he tried to collect himself before looking back down at you. The sight of you choking on his cock made it twitch in your mouth. Pulling you off he picks you up dropping you on the bed.

“We’ll finish that later but right now I need to fuck you before I lose my mind.”

He spreads your thighs pressing a kiss to each knee then slowly slides into your wet heat both of you moaning as your walls stretched to fit him. You knew that you were in for a very long night.

[s1k0zu]

Hey everyone,

While I was a bit (okay a lot) late to board the Austin train, once I did, I fell HARD. Before I saw him in Dune II, I knew about him, but never thought to take a second look.

Then I saw Dune and I still can't get Austin's performance out of my head. He was amazing! 😍

I've devoured everything I can find with him since then, and I've been reading a lot of fan fiction lately, and a scene has been playing on repeat in my mind, so I decided to write it down.

I love all the Feyd fics but I find myself wanting more of Austin and less of Feyd (he's just a bit too intense and I kinda miss the hair). So I came up with the idea below.

Let me know if you liked it and if you want me to try writing about something else. 🫣

Fair warning ⚠️ I've never written any fiction before, so this will probably be a mess...and it's maybe a bit too long.

🔞 It's pure smut, so minors stay away!

Under his skin

You and Austin have been together since before his Elvis movie.

You'd met when you were teenagers and became fast friends, but until you had to spend two weeks locked together in his apartment in Australia, because of the pandemic, that was all you were - friends.

You'd visited him for the weekend and then the lockdown forced you to stay.

The tension between the two of you had started escalating gradually, until one night he couldn't resist kissing you any longer. All it took was that one kiss and you were his forever.

You started getting jobs in the crew of all of his projects so you could stay together, which is why you're now in Budapest on the set of Dune II.

It's early morning and it's already as hot as hell. Add to that the giant sound box you've been setting up, so Austin can film his fight scenes in it later, and you're close to fainting.

You haven't seen Austin in two months, because he was busy training in L.A. and you were on location in Jordan with the rest of the cast.

You flew in with the night flight, dropped your bags at his place and went straight to set. He was already there, getting into costume, and you didn't have the time to see him.

Once you're done setting up and finally have some free time you head to his trailer to surprise him and wish him luck.

You open the door and cool air hits your face. Then you see him and you're sure the chill running down your body isn't from the AC.

He's gloriously naked, a black loincloth is all that covers his body. They've painted his torso with black lines and he's got his bald cap already in place. You've seen him in full costume before, but only in photos. This hits differently.

There's something feral and imposing about him and it's doing things to you. Gone is the sweet, gentle Austin you know and in his place is a man who exudes power and dominance.

His body is pure perfection and you know how hard he worked to get here.

"Hey, Earth to y/n. Are you ok?" Austin's voice comes through the fog.

"Yeah", you sigh, "It's just..."

"What?", he asks, a sly smirk forming on his lips.

"Let's just say if you weren't about to shoot, I'd be ruining your makeup right now", you say, raking your gaze over his gorgeous naked body.

"Fuck", he mutters and steps toward you, biting his lower lip, his eyes darkening with want.

"Ah, ah", you stop him, placing a hand on his chest, "makeup."

"Damn you woman! How am I supposed to focus now?", he asks brushing a stray hair behind your ear.

"Hey, I'm not the one wearing next to nothing here," you tell him, "and you're not the only one having a hard time focusing."

You brush your lips against his and his hands instantly grip your face as he deepens the kiss. All the frustration of not being able to touch each other for the past two months melts as your tongues dance frantically, fighting for dominance.

"I'll make you a deal," you say, panting, "you go slay them with your talent and we can come back here during the lunch break, to finish this."

"Deal", he says huskily in your ear, melting you with his beautiful voice.

A crew member comes in to call him to set and breaks the tension before you two can go any further.

You watch him perform, always in awe of his ability to switch between himself and the character in seconds. You busy yourself with work and bringing him water bottles and towels between takes, and just like that the hours go by and it's time for lunch.

"I can't wait to take this thing off my head. I'm sweating like a pig," Austin says, taking a towel from your hands. He's been doing fighting scenes for the past hour and he's in full combat get up.

"I'll stick around to help with the set. Text me when you're done and we can take a shower," you say, walking your fingers playfully up his chest. You lean up to give him a quick kiss but he grabs your waist to keep you there, turning it into a steamy makeout session.

"I've missed you so much," Austin breathes out, his forehead touching yours.

"I've missed you too," you say, tilting his head lower to kiss his nose.

You disengage and he heads to his trailer so the makeup team can remove his bold cap.

A while later you get a text from Austin:

R u coming? We had a deal remember?

You mutter an excuse and head towards his trailer, willing yourself not to run.

#

When you enter, you see him running a hand through his wet hair, the bald cap gone. He still hasn't removed his costume.

"Want some help with that my lord", you ask, starting to unzip the back of his wetsuit.

When he hears you call him that Austin feels a shiver run down his body. He turns and wraps his arms around you.

"Say that again," he growls.

His eyes are dark with desire and you swear you can see Feyd still lurking in the background, ready to pounce.

"You should play the bad guy more often. It's a good look on you...my lord."

"Yeah? Wanna show me just how much you like it?"

You grip his neck, fingers tangled in his hair, and kiss him long and hard, your tongues fighting for dominance. You bite his lip when he pulls away and the groan that escapes from his throat sets your whole body on fire.

He returns the favour by placing kisses on your jaw and down your neck. When he reaches your collarbone he gives it a bite in just the right spot, making heat pool between your legs.

You lean into him, feeling his erection against you and bite his earlobe, whispering into his ear: "I want you inside me."

Austin's hands tighten on your ass and he gives you a smouldering look. His blue eyes are dark with desire as he dives in to kiss you again.

You start undressing each other frantically, hands running all over, tongues locked in a dizzying dance. The room fills with the sounds of heavy breathing, your moans, Austin's groans and wet kisses.

He grabs you by the hand and pulls you into the shower.

You're both panting while he turns around to fidget with the water tap. You admire his naked body while he adjusts the temperature. He's a work of art - all lean muscle chiselled to perfection.

Your eyes travel down his chest to the trail of hair under his belly button and between his thighs and the sizeable erection he's got. His penis is perfect: a round red tip, its length marbled by veins. You can't wait to taste it and feel it inside you.

You can't believe he's yours.

"My eyes are up here, gorgeous", Austin's amused voice brings you out of your dazed wet dream.

"And what a sight they are," you smile up at him.

After seeing you standing gloriously naked before him, raking your lust-filled stare over his body, Austin can't hold himself back any longer.

His hands come up to grab your face and he bends down to devour you. As the kiss deepens, Austin's hands travel down your body, lingering on your breasts. He pinches one of your nipples and you moan into his mouth.

He breaks the kiss to look at you.

Before you can answer he bends down and licks your neck, slowly descending to your left nipple.

"Fuck you're gorgeous. I can't wait to be inside you."

You start kissing his neck, his chest, his abs, your hands trailing down to his hips. His skin tastes salty from the sweat. You kneel in front of him and lick his length slowly, feeling the veins with your tongue. He lets out a groan and braces himself against the tiled wall.

You place tiny nibbles on the head, squeezing his balls, teasing him. He shudders in ecstasy as you swallow as much of his length as you can and start moving your head up and down slowly.

"Fuck, y/n, you have to stop or I'll come...," Austin pants on top of you. You speed up your pace, locking eyes with him.

Seeing you kneeling before him, your mouth on him, looking at him like that drives him over the edge. Austin comes with a groan and you feel his seed spill into your throat. You take him out of your mouth and give the head a little kiss.

"You taste so fucking good every time," you say standing up.

Austin grabs your cheeks and gives you a rough kiss.

"You have no idea how hot you look on your knees, do you?"

When one of his hands sneaks between your legs and he rubs his fingers on your clit you feel a jolt run over your whole body and you can't stop the moan coming out of your mouth.

Austin hears you moan, hands digging into his back and throws caution away - he bites down hard on your nipple, sliding his fingers into you.

"Fuck Austin", is all you can say, your mind going blank with pleasure. You don't know what's gotten into him, but you love this new, dangerous and dominant side he's showing you.

Austin places wet kisses and nibbles all over your breasts and stomach, pumping his fingers into you. You writhe in his arms, hands tugging his hair.

When his mouth descends on your clit you moan loudly. He bites it and then licks the sore spot, curling his fingers inside you. This sends jolts of electricity all over your body and you feel yourself coming, nails digging into his hair.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you," he says, voice hoarse from lust. You can feel his hard length pressing against your entrance.

Austin groans in pleasure when he hears you moan his name, the pain from your nails digging into his scalp sending bolts of pleasure straight to his groin.

He gets up, grabs your hips and lifts you, your back against the tiled wall.

You look at his soft, puffy lips and can't help kissing him again. Austin groans and slips his tongue into your mouth, making you dizzy.

When he finally breaks the kiss to look at you, you see the passion burning in his eyes, but there's something else there too - something feral. You realise he hasn't shaken Feyd off completely.

That sparks something in you, emboldens you.

"Have your way with me, my lord na-Baron. I'm all yours", you say, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling on it, your hips bucking into him.

Hearing you say that, something in Austin snaps. He can't think anymore, all he knows is that he wants to be inside you, now.

With a quiet growl he bends down to crash his lips into yours, sliding into you in one swift move.

You can't help the cry that comes out of your mouth when he slams into you. You were already wet, but he's big.

The sharp pain quickly turns into intense pleasure as he starts thrusting into you with abandon. You can feel every vein on his hard length as he's stretching you and filling you in the best way.

You've been together for years and every time he enters you feels like the first time. It's like your bodies are pieces of the same puzzle. The feel of him inside you is divine.

Austin doesn't wait for you to adjust to his size, he couldn't even if he wanted to. He's possessed by the desire to be inside you, to own you. He picks up his pace, slamming into you, his teeth leaving red marks all over your neck and shoulders. His left hand is moulded to your thigh, his right squeezing your breast.

You've never seen him like this, so forceful and primal, and you realise you love it. As the pain shoots through the pleasure you find yourself coming, trying not to scream. You mould your lips to Austin's to stifle your moans and that just spurs him on. He continues to slam into you, balls-deep, throughout your climax.

After a while, Austin comes to his senses and realises he's too rough, he's hurting you. Just as he slows down his pace, releasing you from his grip, he hears you say:

"No, don't hold back. I want you to lose control. Ravage me."

He looks into your eyes, making sure he didn't just imagine that, and sees only carnal desire and love there. He can't believe you're his.

"Fuck, I love you," he whispers.

You smile and bite his neck hard. The little control he'd managed to take back shatters. Austin slips out of you so he can turn you around, your back towards him, and slams back into you.

One of his hands travels to your neck and squeezes, the other goes to your nipple.

This angle helps him sink even deeper inside you. The sensation is almost too much and you feel the waves of another orgasm coming. Sex with Austin is always great but this is different. He's lost all control and given in to his desire, and you fucking love it.

Austin feels your walls clenching around him and he knows you're close. The hand around your throat tightens as he moves his other hand from your breast to your clit, running his fingers in agonisingly slow circles, and right before you come he inserts two fingers in.

The feeling of his fingers and his hard length inside you is too much and you trip over the edge, your whole body shaking. You claw at his neck and bury your fingers into his hair as he swallows your moans with a kiss when you both come.

You've never seen this side of him before. He's always so protective of you, so gentle. You realise he's been holding himself back, afraid to lose control and hurt you.

He looks at you apprehensively and you smile at him, tugging him close so you can wrap your hands around his neck and give him a slow, tender kiss.

For a while the only sounds in the shower are the running water and your heavy breathing as you're both coming down from your highs.

Eventually, Austin lets you go and eases out of you with a groan. Your legs are shaking as you lean onto the tile wall while he turns around to adjust the showerhead.

He melts into you, relieved you're okay.

You disengage and proceed with your shower, washing each other's hair and bodies, placing soft kisses here and there.

When you're done, Austin stops the water. He swaddles you in a huge fluffy towel, picks you up and carries you to the bed.

He lies next to you on his side, head propped up, facing you, tiny droplets of water running down his face and torso.

"I'm sorry", he says quietly, giving you a sad puppy look and caressing your face.

"For what? Giving me multiple orgasms?"

"No..." he laughs and then falls silent.

"I hurt you. I don't know what came over me."

"Not what, who. You've still got some of Feyd lurking in the background," you say a soft smile playing on your lips.

"That's not an excuse y/n. I should've stopped...I should've..." he trails off, looking remorseful.

"I don't know if you noticed Butler but I liked it. A lot", you lift his head so he can look at you.

"I'm not made of china you know. Promise me you'll stop holding back on me. This was fucking amazing."

"Yeah it was, wasn't it," he says, finally relaxing, "Okay, but on one condition: you promise to tell me if I cross the line."

"Deal," you say and mould your lips over his.

[atinylittlepain]

Hayloft - A Joel Miller Story

Joel Miller x dancer!reader

series masterlist

Joel thought they were joking, really. But when his patrol partners lead him through the back of the Tipsy Bison and slip down a dim flight of stairs, he realizes rather quickly that The Hayloft is no joke.

warnings | 18+ smut (duh), angst, joel being a ding dong

a/n | thanks must be given to @pedgeitopascal for letting me take on this idea <3

songs of this chapter:

I can't quit you babe - Led Zeppelin

Queen of boredness - Kinny

Do I move you? - Nina Simone

..............................

Joel pulls on a faint memory at the periphery of his mind. A summer day in Austin, he and Tommy sitting on the curb outside their childhood home with their knees up to their ears, sweating in the stifling warmth of the afternoon. Barely-dropped voices murmuring back and forth as Joel flipped through the magazine held between them. He had been trying to act cool, like his first year of middle school had manned him up compared to his younger brother. But he remembers that thick heat creeping up his throat, and a flush that couldn’t just be chalked up to the Texas sun as their eyes roamed over bare bodies, spread legs, and faces contorted in what they supposed was pleasure. They had found the old Playboy tucked under their parents’ mattress, bored out of their melting minds and stewing in the AC. It was the first time he could remember feeling like that, somewhere between curious and uncomfortable, excited and ashamed. 

He thinks about it now as he experiences that same feeling, forty years and change later, sitting in the basement of the Tipsy Bison.

“Where the fuck did they get those shoes?”

“There’s a mall, 15 miles south.” “They didn’t sell shoes like that at malls, man.” Joel is inclined to agree with the man making the observation on that point, wearily eyeing the dizzying struts of heels on the stage in front of him. He only lets his eyes wander upward briefly, spanning bare legs, catching a glance of scrappy lace, before turning his face back down to the swirling whiskey in his glass.

Honestly, when one of the men on his patrol team mentioned this place, Joel thought it was a joke, muttering a gruff “yeah, sure” when they invited him along for a night at The Hayloft. But he realized he was sorely mistaken when the group of men guided him into the Tipsy Bison, promptly walking through the door to the back where they kept all their kegs and slipping down a flight of dimly lit steps.

He recognized a few people immediately in the glowing red light, other men he had been on patrol with, playing pool and smoking in the back of the room. But most of them were seated, eyes glued to the raised platform in the center of what was clearly a bar, beneath a bar. It took a second for his brain to catch up to a sight so completely unexpected. 

Swaying hips, curving spines, flicking hair, wandering hands, and dipping legs. Women, looking like something straight out of a porn film. 

Now listen, Joel Miller was raised by a mother who taught him to be a gentleman, and as such, he had never once been in an establishment like this place, not before, and certainly not after the world fell apart. But, he is a man, afterall, and he can’t exactly help the way his eyes keep darting to one particular figure shimmying around on the stage. So, as he sits amongst his patrol partners, taking zinging sips of liquor, he feels that familiar heat creeping up his throat, making him stiffen up in more ways than one.

The music changes all of a sudden, a man’s rasped shout and a dragging guitar riff laid over a slumped drumbeat. He recognizes it, though he can’t quite place it in the haze. There’s four women up on the stage, and while three of them step down, slinking amongst the seated men, the other one, the one Joel has been watching, crooks her arm around the pole he had thought was only for decoration. 

He no longer tries to hide his stare, watching the arc of her hips as she dips and snaps her hair out of her face, the thin fabric of what could only be described as panties pulling taut across the curve of her ass. She moves like liquid, curling around the pole and lifting up into the air, neck stretched long as she arches back in a perfect spin. 

“She’s good, right?” Joel glances at Harris, his patrol partner who just spoke, grunting something noncommittal at the man’s broad grin, not wanting to miss a second of her performance. And a performance it most certainly is. She’s perfect, glowing in the faint red lights of the bar, every outstretched leg, every twist and bend, radiant and divine. Suspended in air, one arm elongated, before tracing a line of desire with her palm dragging down her bare torso, hips swerving obscenely up into the flicker of her fingertips. And then, with the next staggering string of guitar chords, she drops, catching herself at just the last moment. A delicate heel is lowered, followed by the other as the room resounds in applause, Joel only now realizing that he needs to pick his jaw up off the table. 

The track changes, a stilted rhythm that she starts to bob her head side to side to as she steps down off the stage. Even her walk is like a dance, hips swaying, hands grazing the sides of her bare thighs as she moves, and Joel realizes too late that she’s coming directly toward their table.

“Harris, who’s your friend?” 

“Cherry, this is Joel Miller. He’s new in town. Joel, this is Cherry.” She tilts her head at him, a simpering smile crinkling her eyes as she leans forward, breasts all but spilling out of the cups of her bra. Joel stutters into motion when it clicks in his brain that she’s holding out her hand for him to shake, his palm sliding against hers in a firm squeeze.

“Nice to meet you, Joel Miller. What’d you think of the show?” He has to clear his throat a few times before he speaks, an icy heat prickling the back of his neck all the while.

“I, um– you’re something else.” Jesus fucking christ, that’s the best you could do? She, however, seems to like his answer, smile broadening into a grin.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Well, if you gentlemen will excuse me–” Her eyes glance down and back up to Joel, twice, and he only figures out that it’s because he’s still holding her hand when she gives his palm another squeeze. He’s quick to let go of her hand, though he wishes he hadn’t. But his dismay dissolves with the sight of her walking away, and the way her ass shakes with each sublime step. He cranes his neck, only catching a glimpse of her slipping through a door in the back of the bar. 

“Easy, Miller. You can look, but you can’t touch.”

“Where’s that door go?” Harris laughs, shaking his head.

“Look, man, don’t worry about that. Everyone falls in love with Cherry when they first see her. But it’ll pass. She’s off-limits.”

“Why?” Harris shrugs.

“She just is. They all are. Keeps things civil, y’know?” Joel has no interest in being civil, not right now. He hasn’t wanted something this bad in a long time, and even though Harris tries to call him back, he doesn’t so much as tilt his head in acknowledgement as he wades through the simmering haze of the bar toward the door he saw her go through. 

He only briefly wonders at just how big this basement is when he shoulders through the door and into a dimly lit hallway.

“Nat, is that you? Did your set finish already?” Her voice is coming from behind a cracked door further down the hallway, which Joel follows with little thought to it. 

“What the fuck?” It’s a blurry string of events. He catches the quickest glimpse of her when he sidesteps through the door, seeing her standing in front of a mirror, her bra loose and unfastened, hanging on her shoulders. But it becomes apparent pretty fast that this was possibly the stupidest (and creepiest) way he could have tried to get her attention when she catches sight of him in the periphery of the mirror, whipping around and startling a few feet back before hurling something small at him that still hurts like hell when it makes contact with his forehead.

“Jesus– shit!” He instinctively curls over himself, one hand on his thigh and the other pressing into the spot just above his eyebrow that seems to be bleeding from what he now sees was a hairbrush.

“What the hell is your problem, man? You thought you could get an extra look? You think you’re special, huh? Is that it?” His head is reeling, and it’s all he can do to straighten back up, still applying pressure to his well-deserved wound. In the time it’s taken him to collect himself, she’s slipped a robe on, tied close and tight around her waist.

“N-no, no. That isn’t– I just– wanted to talk, um, to you.” He feels like he’s got cotton in his mouth, gumming up his words and drying out his throat until it all comes out garbled and wrong. She lets out a bitter laugh, brushing past him and opening the door wider, fixing him with a hard look.

“Yeah, nice try, buddy. But I’ve heard that one before, and lemme tell you, that’s not how this works. Now get out.” She doesn’t have to tell him twice, Joel shuffling through the door, though he stops for a moment to say something.

“I’m– I’m sorry, ma’am. I don’t know what I was thinking. But I swear, this ain’t how I am, normally. Fuck– I’m just– I’m sorry.” He doesn’t wait around for a response from her, hurrying back down the hall and out into the bar, not even looking for Harris as he makes a beeline for the stairs, taking them two at a time and getting the fuck out of the Hayloft and the Tipsy Bison.

The fresh night air is something of a relief, though Joel is still mortified, thick and heavy guilt settling in his bones as he stumbles home. He realizes now that he had been a fucking fool, thinking that she had, what? Been flirting with him? He scoffs to himself, knowing that it had just been a part of her act, her performance. And Joel bought it, hook, line, and sinker. 

When he gets home, he takes a shower, scrubbing harshly at his skin, trying to clean away the sickening shame settled just beneath the surface. He knew better, he was raised better, and he’s horrified with himself that even at his age, he wound up thinking with his dick rather than his mind. Looking in the mirror, he sees the sizable cut, just over his left eyebrow, what will serve as a reminder to him to not get distracted by pretty, shiny things. 

He doesn’t sleep well, tossing and turning in his sheets. The only real conclusion he reaches is that he’ll never set foot in the Tipsy Bison, or the Hayloft, again.

…

Joel is not having a good morning. Normally he’d feel at least a twinge of contentment in working at the stables, but today, the only thing he can focus on is his pounding headache and the embarrassing memory of last night. 

He had only barely escaped Ellie’s questioning earlier this morning when she came downstairs and into the kitchen, telling him that he “seemed pissier than usual” before asking him where he got “that dinky little cut.” 

Luckily, working the stables usually means he doesn’t have to talk to anyone except for the horses, the quiet tasks helping somewhat to ease his mind. His relief is short-lived, however, when he hears a newly familiar voice nearing the stables. Sure enough, when he peers out of the stables, he sees her, leading one of the new colts around the pen. While she looks a lot different than how she did last night, blue jeans and a ratty work coat hiding her figure, Joel would recognize that smile anywhere. Before he can return to hauling sacks of feed around, her eyes catch his, and she clearly does a double take, squinting at him in the morning sun. 

“Hey.” A single word, a jerk of her chin, and then she’s walking over to him, and Joel suddenly has no clue what to do with his hands, shoving them deep in the front pockets of his jeans.

“I wanted to talk to you.” She crosses her arms over her chest, head tilted as she stands before him. Joel has enough sense this morning not to come off like a total fool.

“Again, I’m real sorry about last night. I wasn’t thinking, at all. It won’t happen again, I promise.” She sighs, toeing her boot into the dirt before glancing back up at him.

“Thank you for your apology. It’s fine, really. You weren’t the first, and lord knows you won’t be the last. I guess it kinda comes with the territory.” The laugh she lets out is clipped, clearly trying to hide the sore tinge to her words.

“Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever been called ma’am before.” It’s unexpected, the wry crook of her smile as she says it, and Joel has to huff out a laugh, rocking a bit on his heels. But his laugh fizzles out when she brushes her fingers over his forehead, leaning up and tracing his cut.

“That hairbrush did a little number on you, huh? Sorry about that.” Her touch is gone as quick as it had been there, but the warmth creeping across his face remains.

“S’alright. Reckon I deserved it anyways.” That earns him another smile and a light laugh.

“Yeah, I guess you did.” Her words come out airy, the quirk of her grin telling him that she means it as much as she’s joking about it, and it emboldens him just enough to say something else.

“Can I ask you something?” She purses her lips, squinting up at him.

“You can ask, and maybe I’ll answer.” 

“How come I’ve never seen you around before?”

“You’re new, right? It may be a small town, but everyone works. I’ve been here for years and there’s probably still folks I don’t know just because we’re on different work schedules.” 

“And is that– what you do at the bar– is that work?” She hums at his question, all smiles when she answers.

“Did that look like work to you?” His mind darts back to last night, her performance, and he has to swallow hard around the memory. She huffs out a laugh when he remains silent.

“No, that’s not work. Just a little fun, an escape, y’know? Forget about everything going on up above ground for a while.” He nods, certainly being able to understand the desire to forget the world, even for a few hours. They stand in silence, a hiccup of time, just looking at each other, which she breaks with a sigh.

“Well, I better get back to work. But, are we good?” 

“Think that’s for you to decide, ma’am.” The laugh that coaxes out of her is different, fuller, as she tosses her head back, eyes crinkling up when she does look at him again.

“Hmm, yeah, I’d say we’re good. See you around, Joel.” With that, she turns on her heel, heading back out to the horsepen. But Joel still has another question for her.

“Wait– that’s not your real name, is it? Cherry?” She grins over her shoulder at him, shrugging a little.

“Why don’t you come see another show sometime? Maybe I’ll answer your question then.” 

…

He recognizes the music immediately. Nina Simone, something his mother liked to spin on the old record player in the living room, snapping and popping with the drawl of the needle. But his mother is the last thing he’d like to think about right now. 

He went alone this time, ducking down the stairs and sitting on a stool at the bar, using a glass of whiskey in his hand as an anchor as his eyes scanned the murky room. He feels his heart sink when he doesn’t see her up on the stage, nor in the crowd, but his disappointment fades when someone taps him on the shoulder, making him turn around in his seat. 

“Hey, you came.” She’s in those same damn, mile-high shoes, that same little black set. But Joel has resolved himself this time to be a gentleman, and as such he keeps his eyes upward, as best he can. 

“I was looking for you– wasn’t sure if I came on the wrong night.” Her smile is tinged red by the lights of the bar, eyes glimmering in the haze.

“Well, you actually just missed my set.” He feels his shoulders slump at that, only a little embarrassed by his clear display of discontent and the way that she catches it with a laugh.

“But, if you’d like, I could show you what you missed.” He doesn’t think he heard her right, his head ducking a bit, eyes squinting at her easy grin. She brings a hand to his bicep, fingers trailing down until they’re tangling with his and she starts walking backwards. It’s all Joel can do to shuffle along to her gentle tug, his brain short-circuiting all over again. 

She pulls him through the backdoor, and then through the same door he had so witlessly stepped through the last time. He actually gets a good look at the room this time, what appears to be a makeshift dressing room, a few mirrors propped against one wall, clothes slung on a coat rack, and a ratty couch pushed into the corner. She drags him inside, Joel all but stumbling over his feet as she gives him a light shove down onto the couch, taking a few steps back and resting her hands on her hips. The music is only a faint throb through the walls now, quiet enough that he can hear his heartbeat kicking and quickening, blood rushing.

Her hips already have a little sway in them, the ghost of a smile as she keeps her eyes on him, and Joel muses to himself that whatever this is, it’s all going to be on her terms, always. 

“Since I don’t have the pole, I’ll have to improvise a little bit, that ok with you?” Worried that his voice would betray him, he just nods, the sound of her laugh relaxing his shoulders from where they had been pinned up by his ears. 

“Besides, I don't think those men out there really care about the moves, so long as my ass and tits are out. But I’m an artist, y’know? I care.” As if to emphasize her point, she steps one foot out, arcing her hips in a circle, and arching her back, her ass on perfect display as she grins over her shoulder at him. All Joel can think is that this must be a dream, that there’s no way this is actually happening. But seeing her dance up close, there’s no denying how real she is. He can see the sheen of sweat across her sternum, the little pull of her brows as she moves, the curved crease where her ass meets her thigh, and it all only makes him want her more. 

“Hmm, I have to admit, I prefer dancing with a prop. Do you mind?” Though he’s not entirely sure what he’s not minding, Joel shakes his head no. He reckons that he wouldn’t even mind if she asked to stab him in the thigh, not at this point. She’s got that smile again, like she knows a secret she’s never going to tell him, as she saunters toward him, one knee and then the other coming to rest against the outsides of his thighs. The last sane part of his mind tells him that he still needs to be a gentleman, so he keeps his hands balled in fists on the couch cushions. He can see the intricacy of the thin lace detailing over her bra, her chest is so close to his face as she rests her forearms over his shoulders. He clears his throat, trying to focus on her face instead of her hips dipping and hovering over him.

“Did you, uh– did you do this for work before?” 

“Mmhmm, made good money too. Was putting myself through college with it and everything.” She giggles at the raise of his eyebrows, tilting her head at him as she continues to sway in his lap. 

“What? Does that surprise you?” 

“Maybe a little, though to be honest, I’m starting to get used to you surprising me.” 

“You can touch me, y’know.” He freezes at that, any ease he had slipping away under the prickling heat of her gaze.

“Don’t think that’s a good idea, ma’am.” He can tell that she finds his response amusing, her smile slanting and eyes squinting at him.

“And why not?” 

“I’d rather not get another hairbrush thrown at me.” He tries not to, he really does, but he can’t help the way his eyes dart down to the swell of her breasts lightly bouncing with her laugh. It’s a quick little thing, the kiss she presses to the cut above his eyebrow, but it’s enough to melt his resolve down into a dripping puddle.

“I promise I won’t throw anything else at you. But why do I get the feeling that’s not the only reason you’re hesitating?” He lets out a sigh, and she stills on top of him.

“Oh god– did I completely read this wrong? I’m so–”

“N-no! That ain’t it. It’s just– I barely know you and I– you gotta know that I don’t usually do stuff like this.” “Stuff like what?” 

“Like whatever you’ve got planned in that pretty head of yours.” She huffs out a laugh at that.

“Why don’t I tell you my real name? Then you’ll know me a little better than barely.”  She leans in, lips grazing his ear, her name coming out on a whisper that Joel thinks will spin in his mind for the rest of his life. At the same time, her hands slip down his arms, uncurling his fists and guiding his palms to splay over her hips. Joel takes it from there, hands dragging down over the tops of her thighs before roaming up the span of her back.

“There, was that so hard?” Her smug look makes him grumble, hands dipping down to cup her ass and give an experimental squeeze that makes her gasp.

“Got another question for you, darlin.” She crooks a brow at him, waiting.

“Why me, huh? Could have any one of those guys out there. And I didn’t exactly make a good first impression.” Her smile screws up, eyes narrowing like she’s really considering what he said.

“Because you look like someone who’d like to forget for a while, same as me. And I like it when you call me ma’am.”

Things go downhill fast from there. It’s been a long time since Joel has kissed a woman, but he’s quick on the uptake, his lips molding with hers, tongues twisting up between little sighs and the clicks of spit. His hands firm up on her hips, pulling her down to grind against his aching hardness, reveling in the whimper that breaks in her throat when he does. 

He just needed a little certainty from her, and now that he has it, he moves with confidence beneath her, dragging his lips down her chest, mouthing at the fabric of her bra, pulling away only briefly when she shrugs the garment off before dipping back down to take one of her peaked nipples into his mouth. She says his name like a plea, breathless and pitchy and he’d like to replay the sound on an infinite loop in his mind. 

“No teasing– not this time. One of the girls could– fuck– could come in any minute.” His heart flips in his chest when she says this time, the promise of this happening again making him lightheaded as she fumbles with his belt buckle. He rests his forehead on her sternum, batting her hands away to finish the job of unbuttoning his jeans and shucking them down with his boxers, just enough for his cock to bounce out, pre-cum smearing over the bottom of his shirt. She works with deft hands, reaching between them to thumb over his leaking slit, rubbing the slickness down his shaft  as he hisses at her delicate touch while at the same time, she’s pulling her panties to the side and moving to hover over his throbbing tip.

His eyes roll back when she slides down on him in one languid move, his fingers gripping harshly into the plush of her ass. It’s almost too much, the fluttering heat of her wrapping him up as she sighs on top of him, lips dragging across his in a broken kiss. And then she starts to move, and Joel thinks this might just be how he dies. It starts with a few tentative swirls, just like the ones he saw her do up on that stage the first time, but that quickly morphs into sweet little bounces that he guides with his hands cupping her ass.

Neither of them speak, only letting out little gasps of pleasure, her uh uh uhs driving him crazy with each bounce. He firms his feet up on the ground, starting to meet her hips with his own thrusts, her back arching at the sensation and a silent cry stretching across her lips. More than anything, he wants to feel her come and he sets his mind on it singularly, bringing one of his hands around to draw sloppy circles over her clit, groaning at the way she spasms around him in response. He brings his other hand up to hold her by the back of the neck, pulling her closer until he can smear his lips across her ear in a hot whisper, low murmurings of how bad he wants it, how good she feels, how he’s dying to see her come for him.

And she does, with a harsh yelp of his name, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades through the fabric of his t-shirt. She slumps in his grip, and it takes all of Joel’s willpower to pull her off of him, finishing himself off with a few frantic strokes of his hand before his spend is smudging across her tensing belly. 

They hold onto each other hard, trying to find stillness after their heady spin of pleasure. Beneath their breathless pants, the dull thrum of music still seeps into the walls from the bar, a reminder of what actually just happened, and how fucked he truly is now that he’s gotten a taste of her. 

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Miller's Girl

Chapter Three - The Meeting

Professor!Joel Miller x Fem!College Student!Reader Very Loosely based off of the new movie, Miller's Girl, starring Jenna Ortega and Martin Freeman

Summary - Your landlord decides to raise the rent in your studio apartment the day you are fired from your job. In need of money, you sign up for a babysitting service your friend suggested. You didn’t expect to get an offer so quickly, and you also didn’t expect to come from your professor.

Series contains - cursing, mature language, teacher x student relationship, age gap, smut, fluff, angst, non beta read chapters and everything else I forgot to mention

Authors Note - after i dont know how long and several fights and bomb and shooting threats at my school, i'm back. I wrote this at 12 am so I hope you can understand it.

College, no outbreak, and modern AU

The Miller residence was a cozy two story home in the suburbs of Austin. The exposed brick fireplace climbed up the side of the black and white home. The green grass was a little too long for the pristine way Professor Miller held himself. 

You walked along the concrete walkway to the front door. You wiped your sweaty hands on your black pants and knocked on the door. You hoped that Professor Miller wouldn’t notice the circles under your eyes or the fact that you wore these exact pants to class two days ago. 

When the door opened you didn’t see Professor Miller towering over you. You didn’t see anything until you looked down a little bit. Standing there in all her might was a little girl no older than thirteen. 

“Sarah! What did I tell you about opening the door without asking who it is?” you heard Professor Millers stern voice yell from somewhere in the distance. 

“Sorry Dad but I think the babysitter is here!” Sarah yelled back. 

Sarah looked at you and shrugged her shoulders before skipping away. You stood still, not wanting to enter the home uninvited. The door was left wide open and you could feel the cold air wafting out of the home. The pay as a professor must be stacked to keep the AC running in the middle of October. 

“What are you just standing there for? Come in,” Sarah says with a hand on her hip. 

“Did your dad say it was okay?” you ask, not wanting to make your professor and future boss angry. 

“Yes, I did.” Professor Miller says from the stairs. 

He’s wearing something much more casual than what you are used to seeing him in. The blue jeans and white shirt that are sticking to his body make him look like he does something physical for work. If you didn’t know any better you would have thought that he was some sort of contractor. 

“Professor I-” “When you’re here it's Joel. Just Joel.”

You nod your head and look at your shoes. Your beat-up Converse aren't exactly appropriate for a meeting with your future employer, but it was these or the flip flops that squeak every time you walk. 

“Go ahead and sit on the couch. Sarah, go to your room.” 

Sarah stomps up the stairs and into her bedroom. Joel walks over to the accent chair across from the couch and sits down. He huffs as his body hits the soft velvet of the furniture. He leans back and spreads his legs, almost as if he were making room for someone to sit on his lap. 

Your eyes roam from his lap to his grey eyes that are staring back at you. You’ve just been caught eyeing your professor like a slut. Whether he minded or not didn’t come up as he gets straight to the point. 

“Look, you are the most qualified person for this job. Your resume and experience are great and you seem like a nice girl, but I don’t know if I can trust you with my daughter.” 

“Look, Joel, I know that my being late to your class could have affected your perception of me, but I think I would be great with your daughter. She was wearing a Madden Boys shirt when I walked in, right? Well, I saw the Madden Boys in concert just last year! I think having a cool babysitter would do her some good.” 

“Did you just call yourself ‘cool’?” Joel asks. 

You open your mouth to say something and then close it as nothing comes out. 

“How about I give you a trial week? You’ll get paid a flat rate and if Sarah likes you then you can stay.” 

“That would be wonderful! Thank you, Joel.” 

Your peppy attitude threw Joel off. When you first arrived at his home, you were cautious and timid but now you were smiley. He has never seen someone with such a bright smile. All thirty-two teeth were on display as you shook his hand and thanked him once again for this opportunity. 

Your hands were also unbelievably soft compared to his calloused hands. The same hands that cramp when they hold a pen for longer than fifteen minutes. 

You leave his home after that, your mysterious scent lingers in the spot where you once sat. Joel jogs up the stairs and almost trips on his daughter who is sitting on the top step. 

“I like her,” Sarah mumbles, her voice barely audible as her face rests on her knee. 

“Well, we’ll see about that kid,” Joel says as he walks to his office and closes the door behind him. 

As much as Joel wants to not like you. As much as Joel wants to blame you for being late to his class, he can’t. He could tell how sincere you were when you apologized to him. Your soft eyes begged for his forgiveness while he tried his best to not look into them. It was like a siren's call, slowly luring him into a trap that he didn’t want to be in again. He loved one woman and she left him alone with a baby and no money. 

The optional homework he assigned burned a hole in his desk. The key word was ‘optional’ and still almost all of his students did it. As much as he loved it when his students took advantage of every opportunity they got, he hated that he had to grade the work. 

After almost a hundred essays on why Victorian architecture is important, Sarah knocked on his door. She opened the door and placed a basket of cookies on his desk. The basket looked like Easter came very late. There was plastic wrap covering every inch and crevice of the pink and white basket. Pink and blue bows stuck to the top and bottom of the basket. Inside the basket held what looked like two dozen cookies. 

“The babysitter came by and dropped these off. She said that there's a note in there but only you can read it.” 

Joel peered around the basket for a sign of the note but couldn’t find it anywhere.

“Can you hurry up and open it? I really want a cookie.” Sarah crossed her arms over her chest and leaned her weight on one hip. 

“Sarah Miller, are you rushing me?” Sarah nodded her head. Joel shook his with a smile on his face. He loved that his daughter felt like she could be sassy with him. This type of banter made him feel like he was a good father. 

Unwrapping the basket was Joel's idea of hell. The texture of the wrap felt weird under Joel's hands and the bows and glitter fell to the floor, making a mess. A pink bow fell into his black coffee which made him groan. He would have to make another. 

Sarah snatched two cookies and skipped her way to her room. Coincidentally, those two cookies were hiding the note that he was looking for. The small white square of construction paper housed five words. In loopy writing, it said ‘I hope you like cookies.’ It was so simple yet it made Joel close his eyes and rest his head on the back of his chair.

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𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕟’𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙𝟘 : Baby Honey NSFW 🔞

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Pre! Outbreak Joel x horseback riding instructor f!reader

A/N: One order up of the Joel Miller pussy eating special! 🤠

~word count: 4.1k~

Summary: the slow burn between you and horse dad! Joel has come to an end. He shows you just what he meant when he said he wanted to worship your body.

Warnings: fluff, flirting, teasing, smut, oral (female receiving) fingering, nipple play, overstimulation, praise kink, consent (Joel talks you through it) nickname overload, sexual tension, dirty internal thoughts, vulgar language, filthy talk, begging, Joel gets pussy drunk and loves it, he acts like such a sweetheart, a little smug, he’s got some serious rizz, (+18) minors dni!

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Austin, Texas

Joel had been a complete sweetheart for the rest of the evening after he drove you home from the bar. He didn’t even allow your feet to touch the ground when he pulled up to your apartment complex. He insisted on carrying you from his truck to your apartment door. You were in a fit of drunk giggles with your cheek smushed up against his warm chest. His t-shirt smelled of lavender vanilla detergent and cologne. He smelled so good. “Are ya really goin’ and smellin’ my shirt right now darlin?’ You lil’ drunk weirdo.” His tone was light, airy, and mildly raspy.

“Shh. Don’t you dare go make fun of me right now, Joel. You smell so good..what is that cologne you’re wearing? Smells heavenly..” You took one big ole whiff which caused Joel to chuckle as he quietly unlocked your apartment door and used his hip to push it open.

“Dunno what brand it is actually. Tommy got it for me awhile back. I’ll have to let him know that you’re a huge fan of it, sweetness.”

“I love when you call me cute things. You have so many different names for me, babe. How do you keep track of them all?” Joel had gently sank down onto the couch with his arms still firmly wrapped around you.

“Yeah? Well..I love calling you cute things. I do have a lot of ‘em huh? You wanna order some food now or after we get ya into some comfy clothes?”

Your arms had slid up around his neck, fingers lazily playing with the strands of hair along the nape of his neck as you peppered sweet kisses across his jawline. “Hmmm..let's order food now. I am absolutely starved.”

Joel couldn’t contain his little grin as you peppered kisses along his face. His dimples were even peeking through as the pad of his thumb was rubbing slow, gentle circles against your spine. He couldn’t help but turn his head a little, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “Alright, my sweet girl. Lets get some food in ya.”

For the rest of the evening, you and Joel were curled up on the couch with a box of pizza, and garlic knots on the coffee table while you watched a few episodes of Friends. At some point, you had fallen asleep with your head resting in his lap over a fluffy blanket. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this content with someone. The domestic intimacy was so pure, so soft and he loved every second of it.

The following morning you were rudely awoken by your alarm clock blaring along your nightstand. Before you could even think about getting out of bed, a strong arm reached over your middle and firmly pressed down on the alarm clock, ceasing its annoying blaring. Joel grumbled something incoherent against your ear as he firmly tugged your warm body back against his chest, nuzzling his nose against your neck as he inhaled deeply.

“Joel..” You whispered, voice laced with sleep. Your eyes weren’t even open yet. “I have to get up honey.”

“Mmm. No you don’t. Stay in bed a little longer here with me..you’re so warm..” He hummed, pressing a languid kiss to the spot below your ear.

Your body instantly melted against his broad chest as you let out a content sigh. “Okay, fine. You win this round. Can you hand me my phone please?”

You could feel a smirk spreading across Joel’s lips as he kissed along your skin. “Oh, please. Don’t act like you don’t wanna spend all mornin’ in bed with me.” He warmly chuckled before he blindly reached for your phone on the nightstand.

“Of course I wanna spend all morning in bed with you..I just need to see if Ryder can go feed the horses for me in the meantime.” You grabbed your phone from his grasp before finding Ryder’s contact and pressed the receiver against your ear.

“Gooood morning sunshine! How are you feeling babydoll?” Ryder’s voice singsonged through the line. She sounded awfully enthusiastic for it being so early in the morning.

“Hey, babe? Would you do me a huge favor? Can you head over to the barn and bring the boys in and get them fed? I’m gonna be a little late this morning..Did you have a fun evening with Tommy?”

You could feel Ryder smirking through the receiver and she was currently in bed with Tommy who was listening in on the conversation of course. He was eager to hear if his big brother had finally gotten lucky.

“Long night, huh? Is Joel with you right now? Of course I can bring them in and get them fed. Do you mind if Tommy comes with me? He spent the night..” You could picture her little smile through the phone when she mentioned Tommy being there with you.

“Don’t you go and get any funny ideas now, Ryder.” You couldn’t help but giggle. “Yeah, Joel is here with me right now. He spent the night too..” You felt him gently squeeze your hip bone as he continued to pepper kisses along your neck. “Sounds like you had a fun night babe. I can’t wait to hear all about it. Tell Tommy I say hello! Kisses.” You ended the call and carelessly tossed your phone along your nightstand before you turned your head over your shoulder and finally met his lips in a searing kiss.

Joel had eagerly kissed you back as his warm hands found purchase around your hips, brushing his thumbs at the soft skin below your navel as the hem of his shirt that you were wearing was resting just above where his hands were firmly holding you.

“Joel..” You mumbled against his lips, dragging your fingertips along his jawline, catching his stubble along the soft pads of your fingers.

“Hmm?” He gave your hips a light squeeze as his nose nudged against yours. “C’mere. Come closer baby.” He rasped against your lips

You wasted no time to turn yourself around in his arms so that you were facing him. The kiss you shared was broken away for just a mere moment before your lips were pressed to his once more. You hiked your thigh over his hip as your hands were gently holding his face. “Joel..” you whispered.

“Yeah baby? What’s up darlin?’” His words were muffled by your lips as his hand dropped down, fingertips brushing over the exposed skin along your thigh. He gave it a firm squeeze, sinking the pads of his fingertips into the plush flesh.

“We’re finally alone..with no interruptions.” There was a certain giddiness to your tone when the realization washed over the both of you and time seemed to stop.

“I don’t..I don’t have anythin’ on me darlin'’” he slowly detached his lips from the kiss, using his free hand to cup your cheek gently in his warm palm as he dragged the pad of his thumb across your plush lower lip. He watched with hooded eyes as you nibbled playfully on the tip of his thumb, eyes locked on his.

“I don’t either..it’s been awhile for me as you know. There’s other things we can do, baby.”

Joel took his own lip between his teeth when you had lightly sucked on the tip of his thumbnail, eyes looking at him with a doe like innocence that had blood flowing straight down to his cock. “You can’t be lookin’ at me like that darlin’ and sayin’ things..fuck.” He rasped.

“Looking at you, how?” You had a tiny smirk playing across your pretty lips as your lashes fluttered and he had images of you down on your knees in front of him flash across his mind. Mouth full of his cock, spit dribbling down your chin—

“Can I taste you?” He knew his request was bold. Perhaps even a little brash for his own taste but he could only imagine how sweet your cunt had to be. He hadn’t had a desire to be this intimate with someone in so long. It felt like foreign territory, but all the more exciting. He wanted to show you just how badly he wanted to please you. He promised you nearly a month ago that he wanted to worship your body in more ways than one. He wasn’t a man to go back on his promises either, he always followed through.

Your breath hitched harshly in your throat at his request. How was this man so fucking sweet, yet so filthy at the same time. A mixture between heaven and hell. On the fleeting cusp of driving you absolutely mad. Would he tease you? Would he have you begging him for more? God his tongue—

“Yes. Please.” You nearly mewled.

“Get on your back for me sweetheart. Wanna make sure you’re nice and comfy, Kay?” He pressed a light playful kiss to the tip of your nose, loving the way your face when cutely scrunch up.

The early morning calm began to grow thick with tension. The chemistry between you and Joel was radiating through the expanse of your room, bouncing off the wall like ping pong balls. You could hear his heart racing in his rib cage, feel the butterflies swirling in your stomach as you eased yourself away from his grasp on you, rolling over onto your back.

Joel was leaning over you now, fluffing the pillows behind your head with ease. You couldn’t help but giggle when he had gently stuffed a pillow under your lower back so you had more support.

“What’so funny?” He was looking down at you with a boyish grin as he settled himself between your thighs.

“Nothing, baby. You’re just..you’re really sweet and careful..and attentive to me.” You reached your hand up, gently cupping his cheek as he leaned down over you.

“Remember how I told ya after our first date that I was gonna worship you, and your body in more ways than one? This is just part one..I’m gonna take real good care of you, okay? The way that you deserve..” His nose lightly brushed against yours as he closed the small gap between you once more. He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. It was slow, languid and filled with emotions only the two of you shared.

“I remember. Let’s speed things up then, cowboy.” You giggled against his lips kissing him back sweetly.

“Slow down there, cowgirl. I’m gonna take my time with ya. You’re gonna love it, trust me.” You felt his fingers toying with the hem of his shirt along your body. “Can I take this off? Or do you wanna keep it on?” He mumbled against your lips.

“Take it off.”

“Don’t gotta ask me twice.” He could feel your eagerness as you were already lifting your arms above your head. Inch by inch, he slowly began to lift his shirt over your head. He begrudgingly detached his lips from yours to get the shirt over your head but once he rid you of the fabric, he was gazing down at you. His eyes flitted down to the way your nipples hardened from the cool morning air. You couldn’t help but playfully give his cheek a light slap when he was shamelessly checking you out.

“Hey, eyes up here buddy!”

Joel warmly chuckled as one of his hands found purchase just under your right breast. His thumb was gently stroking across the plush skin as he gave you another boyish grin. “Sorry, honey. Can’t help myself. You’re beautiful, and these? These are very nice.” His thumb brushed across your hardened nipple as your back arched up against him from the light touch.

Your skin felt ignited under his touch as if he had set a match off deep inside of you that left your body craving for more. You were certain that no other man had ever had this intoxicating effect on you. Goddamn you, Joel Miller. “Baby, please don’t tease me..please..I need more than that.”

“What’s that honey pie? You want me to tease ya some more? Patience, my sweet girl. It’ll be worth it in the end. I promise.” His tone was low, husky, and it sent a warm shiver down your spine. Your lips parted open as his own began to make their descent along your neck. His lips were gentle, yet practiced as he kissed along your skin. Your fingers already found their way through his soft tendrils of curls as you gently grasped the back of his head.

He crooned when he heard you suck in a harsh breath as his lips found their way to the valley between your breasts. He licked a long, hot stripe down your sternum before you felt the bridge of his nose drag across the swell of your breast. He nipped playfully at the soft flesh, listening to your soft giggle that quickly developed into a whimper when his lips wrapped around the hardened nub, swirling his tongue along the raised skin.

“Jooooeelll.” You couldn’t stop the whine that escaped your throat as your lashes fluttered shut. Your thighs clenched together and there was no doubt that you were already absolutely dripping for this man.

“Mmm. What did I just say?” He tsked playfully against your skin. Patience, my sweet girl. Enjoy each moment.” He had a mouthful of your breast in his mouth and he still managed to say the sweetest things.

“I’m trying my best.” You let out a frustrated huff as your nails lightly scraped along his scalp. “You’re making it increasingly more difficult for me, baby.”

“Sounds like a personal problem darlin.’” His warm chuckle sent vibrations deep into your core. Just as you were about to smartass him, he shushed you by showing the same amount of care and attention to your other breast. Except this time, his teeth lightly scraped along the nub, causing a low hiss to elicit past your parted lips.

The anticipation was absolutely eating you alive as his lips, and sinful tongue began to descend over your navel as his hands grasped the underside of your thighs. “Need ya to look at me sweetheart. Wanna see those pretty eyes, sugar.” He playfully nipped at the inside of your thigh, soothing the bite of his teeth along your skin with a soft kiss.

Your lashes fluttered open as you looked down at him. This was by far the hottest sight you had ever laid your eyes on. Joel nestled between your thighs, smirking playing on his lips and his beard lightly scraping along your skin as he looked up at you. “Enjoyin’ the view?” He nipped playfully at the inside of your thigh once more.

Smug bastard.

“Mhm. It’s quite the view.”

“It’s about to get even better for ya babydoll.” He shot you a playful wink as he brought your calves to rest along his broad shoulders. “Hook your ankles behind my head.” You did as you were told, taking your lip between your teeth and biting down on it hard. “Atta girl.”

You were ready to tell him to stop playing games. That if he kept this up, you’d surely pass out from the sexual frustration. All of those thoughts came to a delicious halt when the tip of his broad, beautiful nose brushed firmly against your clothed clit.

Your hips jolted towards his face from the sensation as an ‘oh fuck’ flowed past your parted lips shamelessly.

Joel kept his eyes locked on yours as he flattened his tongue along your clothed center, tasting you through the thin cotton fabric with a low hum vibrating up his throat. “How long’s it been for ya honey?”

“T–Too damn long.��� You whispered.

Joel pressed a chaste kiss to your covered clit. “Yeah? Well, we’re gonna have to fuckin’ change that pretty damn quick baby. Personally, I think you should be gettin’ 3-4 orgasms a day..why stop there? Let's shoot for them stars, sweet thing.”

Okay, it was official. Joel Miller had officially rotted your brain from the inside out, and turned it to complete mush. He knew exactly what he was doing when he left you feeling tongue tied. “Gonna take these off of ya now, okay?”

All you could do was meekly nod as his thumbs hooked around the sides of your panties and painstakingly peeled them down your thighs and past your ankles that were locked behind his head. He tossed the thin fabric off to the side before he got a good look at you. “Shit. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful baby. Drippin’ for me? Fuck.” The filth dripped down his tongue, sugar sweet, sticky like fresh honey. “G’nna have a taste now, okay?”

Your soft sheets were clenched tightly between your fists as you let out a frustrated whine. “Joel, I swear to fucking god, I will crush your stupid handsome head with my thighs if you don’t–” you were cut off when his tongue flattened against your folds, licking an agonizingly slow stripe up your slit as his lashes fluttered shut. He used his forefinger and middle finger to spread your folds open as he dragged his tongue up to your clit, slowly flicking the tip of his tongue across your sensitive bundle of nerves. Back and forth, back and forth. “Sweetest fuckin’ thing i’ve ever tasted. Fuckin’ un-believable.” He mumbled against your cunt. “Could eat this sweet fuckin’ pussy any goddamn day of the week. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert.”

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as your thighs clenched inwards. This man knew exactly what he was doing and it would only be a short matter of time before he would be coaxing your first of many orgasms with him. “Fuck–fuck. Baby, that feels so good.” You moaned, fisting the sheets tighter in your grasp.

Joel wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly as his tongue swirled around the bud. He was already feeling high off your natural taste. He wasn’t shy when it came to eating pussy. He had years of experience but with you, it felt the most intimate. Like all he wanted to accomplish was giving you as many mind numbing orgasms that he could draw out of you. He loved the way you melted like putty along his skillful tongue. Your sweet moans for him drove him further into a blissful state of mind of pleasing you.

You could already feel the cord twisting tightly in your stomach as he continued to ruin you with his mouth and tongue. He looked so handsome, mouthful of your pussy, hair falling over his face as he drove his tongue deep inside of you, wanting to taste every part of you that his tongue could reach. When he started fucking you with his tongue, mumbling filth about how sweet you tasted, that you were being such a good girl for him, the cord snapped as you cried out his name.

He eagerly lapped up your release along his tongue. He gathered up every last drop that you had to offer him as he left gentle kitten licks along your clit. Little did you know, he wasn’t done with you just yet. He watched you with hooded eyes as he rested his cheek along the inside of your thigh. His lips, chin, and beard were glistening with your slickness as he pressed an open mouthed kiss to your trembling skin. “How was that for some pussy eatin?’” He teasingly asked you.

“Just about snatched my goddamn soul from my body, cowboy.” You let out a breathless laugh as you looked down at him with a post orgasm haze coating your features. You released your death grip on the sheets, bringing your hand to gingerly cup his jaw as your thumb brushed across his pouted lower lip, tugging it down gently. “I don’t like that look your giving me baby..what’s cooking in that brain of yours?”

Joel hummed as he leaned into your affectionate touch, his eyes flitting up to yours and they had that certain sparkle in them that you loved so much. “Mmm. Did ya think I was done with ya that quick? Absolutely not.” He chuckled, nibbling gently on the tip of your thumbnail. “I’m just such a gentleman that I'm gonna give ya a quick breather.”

“You weren’t kidding about that 3-4 orgasm thing huh? Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me Miller.” You let out an exasperated sigh as you threw your head back against the plush pillows when you felt his hot breath fanning across your core once more.

“Nuh uh. I ain’t one to kid about that kinda stuff baby. I’m a man of my word.” His huskily spoke before his mouth was enveloping you once more. While his tongue worked your clit to ruin, he had lightly begun to tease your slick entrance with his forefinger. As his tongue lapped at you, he slowly eased his finger inside of your sopping cunt, knuckle deep as he curled it inwards. He could feel your walls fluttering around his finger already, and the feeling had his mind reeling to think about what it would feel like with his cock deep inside your warmth.

Like Heaven.

“Fuckin’ tight little pussy, huh? Clenchin’ around my finger already. You want another, sweet girl?” His tongue was working you at a speed that you struggled to keep up with as he completely overwhelmed your senses. You mewled out his name, bucking your hips up against his face, desperate more. “Yes, please baby. Give me more, Joel. Please.” Your words fell through staggered breaths as he slowly inserted a second finger, curling them up against the sweet spot that had you seeing stars. He slowly began to pump his fingers in and out of you, developing a smooth rhythm that was in sync with his tongue. A delicious combination that had you shamelessly riding his face.

“Good girl. That’s my good fuckin’ girl. Look at how filthy you’re gettin’ fo’me.” He mumbled against your cunt, pumping his fingers faster. He could feel himself getting drunk off your taste along his tongue. Your breathless whines, the way your thighs trembled, and quivered around his head. He was drunk off every goddamn moment he was spending with you. Pussy drunk where he was at the point of no return.

“Oh–oh fuck! Jooooeeelll!” You were on the brink of sobbing as your second orgasm rolled through you like a tidal wave. Joel didn’t give you a moment to breathe this time. He continued to work you right on through it as you clenched tightly around his fingers.

“C’mon, darlin.’ You got one more for me? I know ya do. C’mon, pretty girl. Gimme one more. One fuckin’ more.”

You shook your head back and forth vigorously, bringing your freehand to your mouth, biting down on the outside of your hand, tears threateningly to spill over as you were teetering over the edge of overstimulation. “Joel–I–can’t! It’s too much! Baby, please I can’t! Joel, I can’t!” You desperately pleaded with him.

“Yes you can honey. Yes you can. I got you, sweet girl. You’re okay. You’re safe. Ain’t nothin’ gonna hurt you, my baby honey.” He reached his free hand up and found your hand that was still fisting the sheets, he gently pried your fingers apart, slipping his between yours as he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “One more for me. One more baby.” His lips wrapped around your clit once more, sucking harshly as he drew one last final orgasm from you.

Your ears were ringing, blood rushing as everything in close proximity sounded hazy, fuzzy to you as your body convulsed around Joel’s tongue and fingers. You were almost certain that you had passed out for a moment. Your body was struggling to handle the immense waves of pleasure like none other than you had experienced before. Your mind felt blissfully numb, as if you were on a big fluffy cloud, drifting through the sky with a warm breeze kissing your cheeks.

Your ex had absolute jack fucking shit on your cowboy.

Joel had praised you through the entire thing, lapping up your final release like a man starved. He pressed one last gentle kiss to your swollen clit before he kissed his way back up to your lips, pecking them a few times as his hands gently held your face. “Come back to earth, my sweet girl. I gotcha.”

Your limp arms found their way around his neck, kissing him back languidly as you tasted yourself along his tongue. “You sure know how to make a girl scream, cowboy.” Your tone was sticky sweet, tainted with post orgasm haze.

“I like to call that one the Joel Miller pussy eating special.” He chuckled, kissing you deeply.

“Shut the fuck up.” You giggled.

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[mystic-story-lover]

can i get ace & bey smut please 🫣

~ And New ~

Ace Austin x Chris Bey x Zoe (OC Female!Reader)

Word Count: 1183

Warnings: 18+, penetration, blowjob, male orgasm, cum play, female orgasm

Type: Smut

Summary: Ace and Chris come up with a clever way to celebrate winning the tag titles

A/n: Here you go anon, I hope this is what you were looking for!!

(Gif Is Mine)

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“Ace, man, we’re running out of time. We have to go.” Chris groaned, and shook his head. He’d spent the past ten minutes scourging through the ABC’s locker room searching for Ace’s jacket, but they’d come up empty handed. 

“I need my jacket Chris. Without it, the whole look falls apart.” Ace sighed before tossing his clothes back into the bag he retrieved them from.

A soft rapt of knocks on their locker room door caught the two men off guard, and Chris stepped towards it. He opened it in one swift motion, and laughed when he saw me consumed by the jacket. Hearing his friend laugh, Ace turned, spotting the scene in the doorway.

“So that’s where my jacket has been.” Ace laughed, and he smiled at me.

“I was cold.” I smiled up at him, waving my arms in his sleeves. “Plus it smells like you.”

“Zoe, I swear, this dude had me searching all over the room for that thing.” Chris sighed dramatically, playfully shoving Ace towards me.

“It’s for the look tonight man, you get that more than anyone.” Ace laughed, and stepped towards me.

Reaching out, he used one hand to unzip the jacket, revealing the purple crop top I was wearing. When I asked for his opinion on what to wear to the show tonight, and he suggested the top with my blue denim shorts. It was a personal favorite look of his, being as it was the outfit I wore the day he met me. I gasped as the cool air came in contact with my stomach.

“Okay, can we please go now that you have your jacket? We have a promo to cut.” Chris stepped toward us, and extended his hand to point at the door.

“Alright, I just need to grab my glasses.” Ace spoke, and I laughed, pointing to the top of his head. There rests his red sunglasses. “Never mind then, let’s go.” 

~~~

After their promo earlier in the night, Ace and Chris earned a tag title shot against the Motor City Machine Guns. Everyone was excited about the match, and I couldn’t stop smiling as I watched Ace get ready.

“What do you keep smiling at?” Ace asked, looking at her through the mirror so he could do his eyeliner. 

“I get to watch my boyfriend become a champion again. Can’t I be happy to see that?” I giggled, a wide smile still spread across my face. 

“That is going to be too sweet.” Ace chuckled, and he raised the eyeliner pencil to his eye.

“You’re so lucky that you’re cute.” I sighed, shaking my head at his pun.

~~~

“Do you like the way he fucks you baby?” Ace cooed, thrusting his cock deeper in my mouth. 

I moaned around his length, and looked up at him with teary eyes. His head was lowered, staring down at me as he began to pick up his pace. With each thrust, I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, causing me to gag. Behind me, Chris had set a rough pace, thrusting in and out of my pussy with ease.

“Look at her man, she loves both of us using her body. Don’t you baby?” Ace asked, and I moaned in response again. 

“She looks so hot with our belts around her body.” Chris groaned, his thrusts began to get sloppy. “Fuck, you weren’t kidding Ace, she feels so good around me.” 

He gave a few more thrusts in me before pulling out and stroking his cock. I heard him groan before I felt his hot ropes of cum land on my back, and a finger run through them. Ace pulled out of my mouth, making me whine. Chris brought his finger in front of my lips, and I took the cum covered digit into my mouth, sucking it clean. When his finger was clean, I released it with a pop. 

“Fuck, that was hot.” Ace groaned. “You want to fuck her mouth man?”

“Hell yeah man.” Chris replied, and Ace stepped back, giving Chris room to come in. 

Chris began to slide into my mouth, and finished thrusting in quickly. His cock hit the back of my throat, and he rested there for a second. While I waited for him to move, Ace slid into me, and slowly thrusted, giving me the chance to adjust to his size. Once he was able to move faster, Chris began to thrust in my mouth. They set two different paces, and I moaned around Chris’ cock from the feeling.

“Fuck baby, your squeezing me. Do you want to come? Is that what you want, baby?” Ace groaned, smacking my ass, causing a muffled squeal to come from me. “Hold it baby, be a good girl for me.”

“I’m gonna come. Fuck.” Chris moaned, sending his cum into my mouth, as he gave a few more thrusts before pulling out. He placed a hand under my chin, and lifted my head. “Swallow it for me.”

I did as he said, and swallowed, before opening my mouth to reveal there was none left. He groaned, stroking my cheek with his thumb. Ace began to thrust faster, hitting my sweet spot and making me moan. 

“Ace, fuck, feels so good baby.” I moaned, throwing my head back. 

Taking the opportunity, Ace leaned forward, and spit in my open mouth. I swallowed again, to open my mouth for him to see, and he groaned before I could feel his thrusts begin to get sloppy. He moved one hand from my hips down to my clit, rubbing circles on it with his thumb. I moaned again at the feeling.

“Come for me baby, I know you want to. Soak my fucking cock like a good girl.” Ace groaned. 

I moaned loudly, the pleasure becoming too much for me. I could feel myself clenching around him, and then I felt Chris pinching my nipple, sending me over the edge. My vision went white, and I shuddered, my juices coating Ace’s cock, as I moaned.

“Fuck, you did so well for me baby.” Ace said, thrusting into me three more times. “Oh fuck. Shit, yes. I’m coming.” 

We laid there in silence for a moment, collecting our breaths. After the moment passed, Ace slid out of me, and collapsed onto the bed. I laid down, relaxing into the bed, and he pulled me into his side. Chris joined us in the bed, and we all laid there comfortably.

“You know, Ace, I’m glad you suggested this to me.” Chris chuckled, bringing one of his hands to rub my back.

“Me too, that was hot as hell.” Ace laughed.

“I think we should do it again.” I stated, raising my head from the mattress. Both men were looking at me, sharing an expression on their faces. “Not right now, you perverts. I need time to rest.”

They both laughed at my comment, and Ace slid a hand under my chin, lifting it. He placed a tender kiss on my lips, causing me to smile.

“Can we get these belts off me?”

[eddiesgorlie]

hi how are you? I've long time adored Austin Butler and I guess all the red carpet appearances I'm back into my hyperfixation. Complete with a binge watch of the Carrie Diaries.

Ive read all your fics this afternoon ( I have to reblog) and I wanted to say I love your writing. Your first time Austin one was AMAZING! He's so freaken lovely. Argh no words.

Am I able to request a Sebastian Kydd fic? I was thinking similar to the show where readers dad does not like Sebastian and she defies him and secretly dates him, he's her first and maybe they get caught by her over protective dad?

Thankyou

Hi! I’m doing well, you? You are so sweet! You most definitely can request a Sebastian Kydd fic, I’m too in love with him! I love this idea, I hope you love how it turns out!

Sneaky

Sebastian Kydd x Reader

Summary: Reader and Sebastian defy her fathers wishes and have to keep their relationship a sneaky secret.

Warnings: Smut, Oral (F receiving), verbal abuse from a parent, slight mentions of blood. Let me know if I missed any!

Word count: 2,049

*Not proofread*

My dad absolutely hates my boyfriend, my first boyfriend, Sebastian Kydd, and I don’t mean like the normal hatred dads have against their daughters boyfriend. After arguments upon arguments, I decided I’m not going to dump my boyfriend of a year just because my dad doesn’t like him, its my life after all and I didn’t mind the sneaking around too much!

“How’s my girl doing today?” Sebastian asked, coming up behind me as I stood at my locker. “Better now that you’re here, I have a math test today.” I said, closing my locker and grabbing his hand as he walked me to my next class. “You’ll ace it, you spend too much time studying to fail.” He says. “You’re too nice, wish me luck. I love you.” I said as we stopped in front of my classroom. “Good luck, I love you.” He said, quickly kissing me before I walked into my class.

After one long, boring, mind numbing, depression inducing test, the bell finally rang and I was released into normal civilization. “Doesn’t it feel like we were there for years?” I sigh as we make it outside. “That I can agree on.” He laughs. We took slow steps to his car as I leaned against him. “May I formally invite you to my house to help me with this assignment and for some nice conversation?” He asks, raising his eyebrow. “I formally accept your invitation.” I said. “Well your carriage awaits, m’lady.” He said, opening the passenger door to his car and making sure I got inside comfortably before getting in himself. He turned the radio on and drove to his house with the sounds of The Cars playing.

His house was huge compared to mine, it wasn’t very inviting, always cold, like his parents. How does someone so kind come from such cold parents. “This won’t be too hard, just look at your pre calculus book and it should be pages 45-56 I think and of course I’ll help you along the way.” I said, laying next to him on his bed. “How do I get a great girlfriend and a free math tutor in one? Luckiest guy alive!” He said. “Shut up and let me cuddle you.” I said. “As you wish.” He said. He set the assignment down and held me close to his chest. “I’m just going to rest my eyes, make sure I’m awake in 5 minutes.” I said, inhaling his comforting scent. “Of course.” He said, kissing my head and stroking my back.

I opened my eyes, forcing the tiredness away and looked at my watch, 6:00. 6:00! “Sebastian! Let me up! It’s 6:00, I thought you were going to wake me up!” I said, scrambling to get out of his arms. “6:00? Its only like 4:00.” He looked at his alarm clock. “Oh shit, its 6:00.” He jumped out of bed as I got my shoes on and we both ran to his car. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I was just so comfortable and I didn’t want the moment to end. I can’t wait until we don’t have to sneak around anymore. “Its not your fault, and you can’t believe how much I want the sneaking around to stop.” I sighed. He dropped me off on the sidewalk a couple houses down from mine like I requested and I kissed him before getting out of the car. “I love you.” I said. “I love you more.” He said. I blew a kissing to him and started walking to my house.

“Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n!” My dad yelled as I walked into the front door. “Yes, dad?” I asked. “Where the hell have you been?” He asked, turning the corner to stand in front of me. “Study group ran late.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Hm, that’s funny, there was no study group tonight. You were out with that Kydd boy, weren’t you?” He asked, raising his voice. “There was study group.” I said. “I called your so called study group buddies houses and there wasn’t one tonight and funny to find out, you aren’t even part of it.” He spat. I went pale. “Your grounded and I’m putting my foot down, no seeing that boy. Now go to your room!” He yelled. I glared at him and walked up the stairs to my room.

The Next Day

I woke up and got some studying done, it was a Saturday and Sebastian and I normal met at a coffee shop, I had no way of reaching him to tell him I’m grounded since I wasn’t allowed to use the phone. I snuck down the stairs and grabbed some snack foods while dad was at work before retreating to my room again to study and nap.

My nap was cruelly interrupted when a bird kept tapping on the window, after trying to cover my head with a pillow and the sound getting louder I decided my only option was to scare it away. I got out of the warm sheets of my bed and drug my feet to the window. I pulled the curtains away to find not a bird, not even an animal, it was Sebastian, he climbed the trellis next to my window. “What are you doing here?” I shrieked as I worked to open the window. “Well, my coffee date stood me up.” He laughed once I got the window open. “I’m grounded.” I sighed once he crawled in. “Thats what I figured.” He said. I closed the window, curtains and shut the door. “Dad is at work.” I said. “Good, now I get to be with my pretty girl til he gets back.” He said, kissing me. “He should be home in two hours.” I said, sighing as he kiss my neck.

We laid down on my bed and talked about our days. “A skateboarder company, what do you t-” “I-I want to have sex with you.” I said, cutting him off. He quickly sat up and met my eyes. “Did I hear you correctly?” He asked, smiling. “Yeah, I’m ready.” I said, smiling. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel rushed.” He said. “I’m sure.” I said as I pulled his face to mine, kissing him. He crawled over top of me and deepened the kiss, his hand coming up to my breasts. “That feels so good.” I moan as he rolls my nipple between his fingers. I reached down to the hem of my oversized t-shirt and pulled it over my head, exposing my bare chest. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against my lips. “I love you.” I said, pulling his lips into a passionate kiss. His fingertips slowly cascaded down my chest, stomach and down to my dripping core, his rough fingers quickly found my clit and stroked it through my shorts. I through my head back onto the pillow and moaned as my legs twitched. “Seb.” I moaned. “Good girl.” He said, his lips meeting my neck. “Can I take these off?” He asked, his fingers running across the waistband of my shorts. “Mhm..” I said. His fingers hooked in the waistband and pulled my shorts and panties off. He spread my legs and looked at my pussy. “You’re so wet.” He groaned. I quickly closed my legs. “Hey, you’re okay. Are you still comfortable?” He asks, his hands stroking my thighs. “Yes, I just think its unfair that you’re fully clothed.” I smirked. He laughed before pulled his shirt over his head and leaning down to meet my lips again.

My hands reached up to trace the muscles. “Cold.” He laughed, grabbing my hands. “Sorry.” I smiled. He held my hands in his, warming them up. “I love you.” He said. “I love you more.” I said, my now warm hands on his chest. He pecked me on the lips and pulled my ass to the end of my bed before spreading my legs. “Oh my God!” I yelled as his tongue licked a stripe up my pussy. He knew what he was doing. He sucked on my clit and thrusted his fingers into me. “Don’t you dare stop.” I said, my orgasm creeping up on me. “Come on, baby, cum for me.” He said, against my clit. The vibration from him talking through me over the edge. He continued as I rode my orgasm out. “Stop!” I shrieked, pushing his head away. “Is everything ok? Did I hurt you?” He asked, searching over my face. “Sensitive, just sensitive.” I laughed. “You scared me.” He said, kissing me. “Can we continue?” I asked. “Are you sure?” He asked. “Seb, I’m sure.” I said. He nodded and started undoing his belt before pulling his jeans and boxers down. He was big. I watched as he grabbed his wallet from his jeans and took a condom out of it, rolling it onto his cock. “I’ll go slow.” He said, lining up with my hole. “Thank you.” I said, grabbing his free hand.

He held my hip with the other hand and slowly pushed into me until his hips were flush with mine, I whimpered at the pain of him stretching me out, but it quickly subsided as he continued to thrust. “Are you doing ok, baby?” He asked. “Perfect.” I said, smiling. “Good, good girl.” He said, resting his forehead against mine. He reached down and started stroking my clit, my legs wrapped around his back and I pushed my legs into him, pushing him farther into me. “You feel so good.” I moaned as he rubbed against my G-spot. I clenched around him as he made faster circles over my clit. “I’m close.” He moaned. “Me too.” I said. I felt him twitch inside me as he came, throwing me over the edge. “Good girl.” He said, thrusting through our orgasms. He slowly pulled out and walked to the connecting bathroom to my room, I heard the faucet turn on and he quickly returned with a damp washcloth. I watched as he cleaned up between my legs, a small amount of blood on the cloth. “Am I bleeding?” I asked, frantically. “Its ok, its ok. Thats normal.” He said, stroking my hand. “Oh, ok.” I said taking a deep breath. He lifted the blanket and laid in bed next to me, pulling me into his chest. “I love you so much.” He said, stroking me hair. “I love you more.” I said.

“Do I have to leave soon?” He asked, obviously hesitant to ask. “He won’t be home for at least another hour.” I said sleepily. “Ok.” He whispered and kissed the top of my head.

I woke up to the sound of my bedroom door being thrown open, Sebastian frantically pulled the blanket over me to make sure I was completely covered. “What the fuck is this!” My dad yelled. “I leave to go to work and I come home to find my whore of a daughter in bed with the boy I forbid you from seeing!” He yelled. “Don’t talk to her like that.” Sebastian said. “Both of you, get decent and come downstairs.” Dad said as he slammed the door. I curled into him and cried into his chest. “Don’t cry, I’m getting you out of here.” Sebastian said. My eyes met his, confused. He pulled me out of bed and he quickly got dressed, handing me my clothes. I pulled them on quickly. “Grab a bag, do you have a duffle?” He asked. “Yeah I do.” I said, going to my closet to grab it. “Just fill it with necessity’s.” He said. We put on our shoes after I filled the bag and we made our way down the steps.

Dad was in the living room, his eyes full of anger. “Goodbye.” I said. “Goodbye? No, come sit here, we are discussing this.” He said. “No we are not, I’m turning 18 in a month, I’m leaving.” I said. Sebastian pulled the door open and we walked to his car. “He’ll leave you! Don’t think you can run back to me when he does!” He yelled and I slammed the car door.

“You ok?” He asked, grabbing my hand as he drove. “I’m excited for our future.” I said, kissing his hand. “Me too.” He said.

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Heaven

Kinktober Day: 1/31

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Fem reader

Kink: Coaching (Basically guiding/teaching)

Summary: As the younger sister of The Usos, the elders send her to be with her brothers and cousin Roman as a part of the Bloodline, accomplishing a new greatness and also finding a specific liking to Sami Zayn…

Theme: I decided to add songs as themes/the motivation behind the fics for Kinktober and so here it is

Warnings: SMUT (18 + ONLY)

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“That’s what I’m talking about girl!”

Sami always gave the most support and had me smiling, hitting our handshake after winning my match.

I was on top of the world. The elders sent me to join my older brothers Jimmy and Jey, Roman, and now Sami, as a part of the Bloodline.

My second appearance, Bianca Belair had an open challenge for the Raw women’s championship and guess who won?

Me!

Raw women’s champion and much like Roman, I had my priorities set on both titles. I went to Smackdown and made my presence known, have wrestled on each show weekly. Leaving NXT to join my brothers and cousins was the best decision.

“You know no one can beat me!” I laughed, hugging Sami before we both made our exit.

Once we were backstage, I was ready to call it a night, walking along side Sami as we made our way to the locker room:

“Wanna change, pack up and head out? We’re done for the night so, what do you say?”

“Read my mind,” He smiled, getting the door for me and of course, there was Jey, glaring at Sami but saying to me:

“Good job out there, sis.”

“Thanks, bro,” I looked between the two of them and Jey was about staring a hole through Sami, so I commanded, “No bickering from the two of you. I want to enjoy the rest of the night.”

“No one’s bickering, I promise,” Sami said quickly, trying to slide in with me, but Jey put his arm out to block him after I entered:

“I got something to say.”

“Of course you do,” I groaned, pretending to the ignore them while grabbing my bag and heading to the showers, but I could still hear Jey:

“I don’t like how you’re always on her.”

“Jey, now you’re just being absurd!” Sami protested, “I was out there to watch her back and we celebrated. Nothing more, I swear.”

Gosh, this hatred Jey had for Sami was getting on my last nerve, but thankfully he left it all there with a growl:

“Good. And it better stay that way.”

After getting showered and changed, I was gathering the rest of my things, grabbing my car keys and I noticed that Jimmy and Jey were gone, so I offered to Sami:

“Ready to head out?”

“Just you and me?” Sami looked surprised, intending when I nodded:

“Jimmy and-; well more so Jey, is getting on my last nerve. And I know you don’t want to be left alone with him.”

“Got that right,” He mumbled with a huff, standing and gathering up as well, “Let’s get out of here.”

That put the brightest smile on my face, skipping out to the car, and I adored how Sami could make any moment fun, singing in the car and laughing since we had a bit of a drive and when we got to the hotel and into the elevator, Sami went to leave, till I took his hand:

“Where you going?”

“To my room?” He let me hold his hand, meeting my gaze with curiosity.

I made sure to give puppy dog eyes and asking softly:

“It’s not too late. Wanna hang out some?”

“Guess it won’t hurt,” He couldn’t say not to me, keeping his hand in mine while heading to my hotel room, but he still had things on his mind, “Y/N, I have to ask you a serious question.”

“Ask away,” I kept my eyes on him while putting up my suitcase, a bit nervous but understanding of why he asked:

“Don’t you think us being together alone is a bad idea? You know Jimmy and Jey are. Especially Jey and the last thing I want to do is make Roman angry.”

That made me giggle a little, assuring him, “I’ll admit, they are overprotective of me sometimes, but they don’t dictate me or tell me what to do with my personal life.”

“Why me?” Staring into my eyes deeply, I could see his conflicted emotions and he needed an answer, “I just don’t want-“

“Because Sami, they expect so much of me. They are my family, but when I’m with him, it feels like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders.”

Silence fell between us while I got that truth of my chest, telling him more:

“Like when they’re out there with me during a match? I feel like if I mess up even a little, I’ll get punished and never hear the end of it, but with you? You motivate me to do better, make it a good time, and I don’t have to worry. That’s why, Sami.”

I made sure to smile at him to show that I truly meant that he made me feel that way, a smile forming on his face too.

“I’m glad that I’m that person for you,” Standing up, he came over to give me a hug that I gladly accepted, swaying back and forth softly.

“I never have fun like how I do with you. It’s why I like having you around,” Squeezing him softly and looking up, his growing smile was the cutest, squeezing me back:

“You’ll always have a fun time with me.”

“Oh, I know,” I smiled more, meanwhile my heart was pounding, something deep inside making my hand cradle the side of his face, whispering softly while bringing his head down to mine, “Lets keeping having fun then, hm?”

He sucked in a deep breath when I made a move and kissed him softly, exhaling and relaxing, kissing me back softly, pausing for a moment to assure:

“Y/N, are you sure this-“

“Sami, don’t worry,” Stroking his beard, nuzzling my nose and connecting gazes, I said softly, “What they don’t know, won’t kill them. And you work just as hard as all of us, if not harder. You deserve to relax and have a good time for yourself.”

“I appreciate that,” He whispered softly, still a bit nervous, but I took that away when I offered:

“If you want, you can be the chief tonight.”

“Me? The chief?” He giggled, having me giggle back:

“You, Chief. I’ll surely acknowledge you.”

That kept him laughing, his arms still around me and tightening when I kissed him again, whispering against his lips:

“You’ve never been to heaven, have you?”

Those words had him melting against my lips, able to sense the nervousness vanishing when he whispered back:

“I don’t think I have.”

“Well, tonight’s your lucky night,” Shifting so that his back was facing the bed, I made him sit softly, crawling back with him, “I’m the Angel who’ll escort you. You just lay back and enjoy yourself.”

Sliding my hands under his shirt and up, I had him take it off, kissing down to his chest, saying between kisses:

“The guys have put you through so much, but me? I’ll be your little slice of heaven where you’re the chief, baby.”

Just those words made his body shudder a little, locking eyes once my lips were right above the strap of his joggers, palming his hard-on softly before pulling them down, immediately taking the tip of his cock into my mouth, leaning to the side and sucking hard while he kicked his pants off.

Readjusting, I bobbed my head down softly, taking more length each time, smiling at his slight groan while deep throating his cock, noticing his hand raising then clenching it into a fist.

Picking my head up, I stroked his cock and looked up to him:

“If you want to push my head down, just do it. You’re the chief remember? You do whatever you want. Pull my hair even if you want to.”

“Whatever I want, huh?” Taking a deep breath and watching, I nodded to him, cooing softly while taking his cocky again:

“Whatever you want, baby.”

Quickly, his hand found the back of my head, pushing me down further with each bob of my head, fingertips running across my scalp and holding my head in place by my hair.

Feeling a slight shift of his hips, I made sure to lock eyes again when I tapped his side, holding his hip and motioning it upward.

“Remember, do-“ He already knew what I was going to say and instead of waiting for me to tell him, he pushed my head back down slightly, thrusting his hips upward, fucking my throat softly.

I felt proud, smiling with my eyes closed, feeling some tears forms from the air in my lungs disappearing, but didn’t mind in the slightest.

“You need a moment?” Picking my head up, I did need a breath, still smiling as I exhaled:

“I’m fine. I do have something better in mind, though.”

“And what might that be?” Licking his lower lip, I stood up and gave him something to watch while stripping out of my clothes softly, “Want it a certain way?”

Crawling back on top of him and straddling him, he was taking the time to admire me and so, I took his hands, placing them on my breasts, squeezing along with his hands:

“Feel all over. Nice and soft.”

Listening, his hands were soft against my skin, working down my hips, sliding around to my ass and taking two handfuls, he got his idea in mind:

“Think you can do it in reverse?”

“Think?” I giggled, flipping around and positing myself, leaning down to perk up my ass, rubbing against his cock so he could feel how soaked I was, winking back at him, “I know I can.”

“You’re always so confident,” Squeezing my ass again, there was a slight shake in his hands, instructing to him:

“Don’t be afraid to be a little crazy, Sami. This doesn’t have to be all vanilla if you don’t want it to be.”

His eyes were locked on the sight of me taking him softly, closing my eyes and moaning while sitting back slowly, adjusting to his girth and length, rocking back till I sat on all of it.

“Pull me back, spank me, throw your hips up. Turn all of your thoughts into reality,” Holding onto his thighs, I rolled my hips softly, waiting for him to submerge into his thoughts like he did the first time.

“You know you said you’re an Angel, but seems to me that you’re a bad girl, just full of dirty thoughts ,” He noted, giving me a spank that made a salacious moan jump out of me, both hands on my hips and rocking me back onto his cock faster.

“Maybe,” I giggled out softly, letting my head fall back with moans, leaning back some while his hands slid up my stomach and started kneading at my breasts, “But it’s just so good, Sami.”

“Like you said,” Letting out a huff, he took a grip on me, keeping me still to let his hips thrust upward, sending me into bounces, hearing the lust in his voice, “This is heaven.”

“Amen!” I whined, feeling myself drop and his tip smacking my sweet spot, rocking myself faster along with it to make the coil forming in my core tighten.

Suddenly, I felt him pushing my back down, palming the arch forming in my back, his other hand spanking me and commanding:

“Throw it back just like you were before.”

“Yes, chief!” I had to see the look on his face after saying, looking to see him biting his lip hard, hand gripping my ass even harder, my moans loud and sweet every time I threw my hips back, growing faster and faster as I began to pant, feeling my orgasm getting closer and closer.

“Ooo, I sure felt that,” Mumbling under his breath, we both felt my walls beginning to spasm, having him wanting more, “Come here. I’ll get you back to it quick. I promise.”

It was hard to get up with the shake in my legs, but he found the way to make it easier for me, laying me back next to him, positioning himself on his side, picking up my leg and twisting my hip a little so he could slide back it.

My walls must’ve been clenching hard as he felt like so much more to take, keeping his promise with his hips going rapid, two fingers circling my clit and leaning down for his mouth to close around my nipple and sucking hard.

“Sure kept your promise,” I gasped hard, holding his arm tightly while my body began to tremble, breaking out in goosebumps, moans growing sharp and letting him know, “I’m about to cum! Make me cum, Sami.”

“I told you. I just wanted to see all of those sweet faces you make,” Tilting my head up to face his, he surely got his fix of if, kissing me and pushing me off the edge, “Cum, my angel.”

“I am-“ Another moan cut me off, having to pull my head away for a second and trying to register the intensity of that orgasm, huffing for air while he fed me softer thrusts, feeling him slow down and the throbbing of his cock growing stronger.

“If you want to fill me up, go right ahead,” I could tell he was close, looking back with lustful eyes that were hard to keep open, “Nice and deep.”

“Nice and deep,” He repeated, pushing up and pulling my hips down to keep us pinned, tight in his arms and shaking at the heat that flooded me, my heart about beating out of my chest and panting for air.

“My little angel didn’t go back just yet, did she?” He played, keeping me in an embrace as my body was limp, but it made me laughing, smiling against my kiss to him:

“Not just yet. Never while I’m with you.”

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dominik’s heavy footsteps trudged through the backstage area, echoing with the unbridled jealousy that raged within him, as if his furrowed brow and tightly pursed lips weren’t a definitive indication. he was never one to shy away from displaying his jealousy, especially when it came to you. he’d seem it just before his match, you engaged in a particularly flirty conversation with one narcissist logan paul, who’d taken quite a fancy towards you himself, despite your relationship status. now you were not stupid, a little naive at times but certainly not stupid. flirting back seemed like a natural playful response despite his more devious intentions to bed you himself. despite the constant avoidance of eye contact the more persistent his flirtation became.

dominik’s eyes held heavy with jealousy, annoyance moreso. the browns of his irises seem to hold more crimson in rage over anything. a small huff of a breath prominent against his lips, his chest tightening with proactive rage, threatening to spill as the blond’s fingertips lightly grazed your forearm with devious intent. dom’s throat ran dry, even in an attempt to wet his lips only left him feeling parched, the anger within him never subsiding. his gaze tunnelled at you and the blond, everything else but faded black in his eyes as he made a beeline towards the two of you.

his movements were subtle, he did not want to start a fight in catering despite his more protective instincts desiring otherwise. he remained outwardly patient, lips folded into a tight scowl, back pressed against the wall, listening in on your conversation.

he watched the way your lashes fluttered softly each time you blinked, the soft creases of your eyes crinkled each time you smiled. the sweet giggles left your lips, flowed off your tongue like angelic hymns. to dominik, he knew logan was not competition when it comes to your relationship, but something about the way he was able to make you laugh so easily, it irked dom. he’s the only one who’s supposed to make you beam like that, the only one who has the damn privilege of making you smile! hell, he knows he’s the only one who's ever made you beg, fall to your knees in a fit of pleas and whines, practically grasping at his thighs in a desperate attempt to please him. he’s the only one who can stuff your mouth so full of his cock that it leaves bruising in the back of your throat, a sight he most definitely enjoyed.

dominik kept his gaze fixed on logan now, the prick's eyes staring down at you with a subtle yet lustful intent, and you were none the wiser of his intentions. poor, naive girl. he watched the way logan’s hands swiped away a stray, curled lock of your hair, one that resides by your neck, his fingers dangerously close to your breast, but subtle enough not to cause a stir. dom’s eyes darkened, the rage burned with him. fuck subtly, he once again made heavy trudges towards, the two of you, completely bypassing logan, his hand wrapping around your wrist, practically dragging you behind him.

his steps were wide, determined. you were pretty much hobbling twice your normal speed behind him.

“dom! what the fuck?-”, your retort was loud and intentional. in which you hoped others would gain notice of your boyfriend’s unprecedented behaviour.

still, dominik remained silent. moreso in order to hold his tongue from exploding. the tightness of his drip increased on your wrist, the eventual arrival in the parking lot only prompted him with a two word response.

“get in.”, his hand wrapped around the door handle of the passenger side of your rental car. his knuckles bleached with anger. you stared at him for a moment, absolutely dumbfounded at your boyfriend’s highly irrational behaviour.

“now!”.

the subtle widening of your eyes went unknown to him as you stepped into the car, a soft scowl forming across the curve of your lips, more so of a pout than the former. the slam of the car door left a dull ringing in your ears for less then a second, the recoil shaking the car slightly. dominik entered the car beside you, hands gripped on the steering wheel with a tightness that could rival even the strongest of men. the skin around his knuckles were already void of colour, somehow the appeared more pallor the tighter he held it. somehow, you could not shake the thought of said hand around your throat, grasping tightly, enough to constrict your airways but light enough to leave you in such a wondrous dizzy haze.

the car ride was met with silence. a painful one that was undertoned in malice. dom’s gaze was fixated on the road, all dark and brooding, the veins in his forearms pulsing with anger.

“you still didn’t answer my question”.

your words fell on deaf ears as dominik continued to stare invisible daggers through the windscreen, as if his gaze was piercing the glass.

“dom, answer me-”.

you slapped his arm lightly in an attempt to rouse him out of his enraged state, to no avail. dom continued his tunnelled glare, not breaking his stare, he didn't even acknowledge your presence even upon arriving at the back at the hotel.

“get out”.

he continued to respond in stern short sentences. his gaze still purposefully avoided yours.

“get the fuck out of the car.!”.

his words were spiteful and bitter, like venom dripping from the tip of his tongue with each syllable.. when you did not budge, barely moved an inside aside from a subtle flinch at the loudness of his voice, he grabbed your wrist, dragging you from the passenger seat, a small sudden yelp left your lips. in any other situation you would have stood your ground, retorted with a flurry of curses and insults. dom’s possessiveness had never held a forefront within your relationship previously and seeing him act out in such a way, as immature as it would seem to some, to you it was rather arousing.

the way his eyebrows were tightly knit with an accompanying scowl, eyes heavy set with rage and jealousy. you were his and his only. the only thing so pure and untouched by others, he was the only one allowed to revel in your flesh, let the taste of you mingle on his tongue. even by the sheer grip around your wrist others could tell you belonged to him, not just in the context of a relationship, but primally, you were meant for him, your entire existence, at least romantically, revolved around him.

as he practically dragged you up the stairwell, your apartment only being an hour or so drive from the arena, speckles of dusk still littered the sky as it slowly blended with nightfall amongst the horizon, the glow gave his skin a more honeyed complexion, the same can be said for his eyes, more amber despite how darkened with rage they seemed.

he was quick as he unlocked the front door, his movements did not falter once, even in his enraged state. if anything his hands held more precision than normal. the soft click of the lock met your ears, dominik shoved you inside, his hand rested on the small of your back, yet he made no attempts in touching you further. instead, he stood still, his body towered over your meek form, arms folded across his chest, as he stared down at you with what could not be described as hatred, more or less, disappointment that you would stoop so low as to converse with the likes of logan.

“tell me what you did wrong”.

it was not a question. more so a demand.

you stared at him, your gaze matched the disappointment his eyes held, albeit more rage held in yours.

“what i did wrong?”, a scoff fell from your lips, an emphasis on “i”. dominik simply nodded, unmoving in other aspects. “talking to someone isn’t a crime-”.

“well i wouldn’t consider what you were doing to be “talking’”,

dominik’s voice lowered an octave, an accusatory tone laced in his words. you narrowed your gaze at him.

“so what?, it's a bit of harmless flirting, that just the way i talk-”.

dominik scoffed. “and how do you think he would have interpreted that, huh?”.

dominik stepped closer to you, his frame pinned you against the wall, his palms flush against the wallpaper, your head entrapped between them.

“you know i don’t like you talking to him”, he cocked his head to the side in some sort of pseudo-playful facade.

“you don’t get to decide who i talk to-”.

“this is different”.

“how?”.

“because he likes you! how are you so blind as to not see that?!”.

in your peripherals you noticed dominik’s fists clenched together, his knuckles matched the paleness of the wallpaper. his jaw set, teeth grinding in frustration.

“oh my god dom, you’re acting paranoid!”.

he shot you a glare that was a mixture between confusion and anger. he let his left hand fall from beside your face to hover just above your shoulder. he still remained silent.

“or maybe, just maybe you're insecure”, you accused. “you're so worried that he could steal me away from you at any moment”

“me? insecure?”, dominik let out a sarcastic chuckle. “and i’m sure as hell, not worried about that prick taking you from me, you wanna know why?’.

dominik took another step towards you, his body pressed flush against yours. hips lips lingered centimetres from your own.

“because i. own. you”, his statement was simple, once that only made you shake your head in response..

“oh, but i do, princess. all those times i’ve made you scream and beg for me, left you dripping my cum”.

he paused for a moment, his top lip brushed against your cupid’s bow.

“your body was made for me to fuck”.

your breath involuntarily shuddered at his statement.

“and he will never know what it is like to fuck you, have you scream his name because that…is only for me’.

his hand rested upon your hips, his thumb swirled languid circles into the flesh, slow yet meticulous as he trailed it up your waist, his fingerprints created small divots in your skin, ones that made your breath quiver on exhale. he took notice, a small smirk crept upon his lips, his tongue lightly flicked across his teeth, canines gently grazed against the fleshy appendage.

“oh? you’ve gone quiet now, huh?”, his breath fanned against your neck, lips moved in featherlight touches as he spoke. “where’s the brat i was talking to before, hmm?”.

you remained silent, defiant before him, you did not give him the satisfaction of a response. but deep down you knew he was right, no other man had made you feel the way dom did. his presence itself was alluring, it drew you in, as if he was the only man on earth in your eyes.

his gaze bored into yours, it left you with a slight sense of unnerve.

“don’t worry princess, before the night is over, i’ll make you scream for me”.

his movements were agile, taking a fist full of your hair, as he tugged at the roots, with all intention of being rough. you gave a small yelp in response, still did not offer him a concise and clear sentence.

“still not talking, huh?”, his words muttered against your neck. “i’ll put that pretty mouth to better use later, but now…”.

he paused, as he inhaled the sweet, flowery scent of your perfume, his breath hitched in his throat as the subtle fragrance of jasmine met his lungs.

“i’m going to fuck your brains out”.

dom was far too impatient in his own right to drag you upstairs to the bedroom, instead, he placed a hand onto your shoulder, he forced you down onto your knees. your initial thought was that he was going to abuse your throat for a while like he’d previously mentioned. rather he simply stood behind you, his foot pressed between your shoulder blades, he left you pinned and prone against the bottom step.

“dom what the hell-?!”, you finally seemed to acknowledge him, in lieu of the fact you’d become so incredibly wet by his dominance.

with a lack of response on his part, the sound of his zipper hastily coming undone was enough to prick your ears up with intrigue. his foot still present on your back, the shuffle of his jeans as he pulled them halfway down his thighs. his fingers still woven in your hair, the other hand fisted his swollen cock. he gave a soft grunt in reaction to his own touch.

“keep still for me”.

his fingers traced against your clothed cunt, your body stiffened against the sudden pressure at your core. he hummed, satisfied that he’s already gotten you so sensitive. he let the digits slip into the waistband of your leggings, his fingertips danced across your clit, as they dipped into and between your soaked folds.

“mmm, so wet… you like me being rough with you?”.

it was a rhetorical question and he knew it. he knew you enjoyed being toyed with , thrown around and preyed upon like a piece of meat. he pulled his fingers from between your folds, eager to fill you up. then again, eager wasn’t exactly the word to describe it, more so impatient. he did not utter another word, instead, he bunched up the fabric in his hand, scrunched between his calloused fingertips, as he ripped a hole directly down the seam, your panties on full display for him.

you gasped at the sensation, cool, midnight air hitting your semi-exposed cunt, the pool of wetness that built on the fabric certainly did not help with the chill. dominik let out a soft hum in satisfaction, his fingers once again weaved their way into your panties, this time not to toy with you, to simply slide them out of the way for easier access. he removed the pressure of his foot from your back, it allowed you some reprieve and slightly better breathing room. He knelt behind you as he stuffed his cock between your folds, instantly feeling the warm, wet stretch of your cunt as he filled you to the brim.

“fuck…look at that, princess. didn’t have to prep you or anything”.

his words held a small lilt and a chuckle at the end of his sentence. his hips were ravenous in their motions, denied the time to adjust to the size of him, simply to mould the shape of his cock within you with each thrust. he wanted to be quick, to prove to you that he did not need time or patience to prove who you belonged to, just the sheer force of his cock would be enough to have you worship the ground he walks on, completely subservient to his needs.

“you know that he would never fuck you this good, baby”.

he mentioned logan again, all without mentioning him by name, as if it was an insult to his tongue for him to utter.

“mmm fuck…”

your whimpers muffled against the polished redwood of the staircase. cheek pressed firmly into it, a small pool of drool gathered around your lips,. making the wood glisten under the dim yellow glow of the hallway lights, the only source of illumination of your semi-exposed figure, a sort of luminescence that made you radiate with the aura of a siren or some other mythical succubi.

“so fucking tight”, dom’s teeth bit at his bottom lip ravenously, almost drawing blood just from the pressure he put on it. “you take my cock so perfectly, princess”.

his moans escaped his lips in stuttered grunts, only paused to inhale with each violent thrust every time his hips connected with yours.

“only need my cock to satisfy you…”.

you remained silent, only moans spilled from your lips in the absence of words, his cock filled you up completely, the vicious slap of skin against skin, his tear-inducing thrusts accompanied the pleasured sounds. you felt so full with him, his meaty cock filled your slick cunt, gummy walls clenched around him with tight pulses.

“gonna fill you up…so he knows you belong to me”.

dom had every intention of doing so, even as he felt your impending orgasm, the contractions around his cock closed in with shortened intervals, your cunt drooled as slick glistened down your thighs. he knew you would revel in it, in the pleasure he provided, in the warmth that he’d fill you with, you’d savour the feeling as if you could taste it. his hand wrapped in your hair, he tugged tightly as your head flung back in pleasure and with the force of his movements, your cheek sticky with spit. he made no attempt to announce his orgasm, a simple grunt on his part was all it took to let you know, and the viscous warmth that spread through your loins, heat pooled in your belly. before you could even savour the sensation, he pulled out, with the lack of acknowledgement of your own orgasm as the feeling slowly dissipated. a small whine left your lips, your own orgasm slowly ebbed back into nothingness.

dom gave a small chuckle, he simply admired the sight of you all spread for him, your cunt leaked with hot ropes of his lust, you whined, almost begged for him to, at the very least, reach your peak before he stopped. he noticed the way you made an attempt to stand, your thighs shook, quivered with pleasure. he made no effort to help, he insisted that you crawl on your hands and knees if you had to.

“get your ass upstairs princess, i’m not done with you yet”.

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Better Of Two Evils

Summary: After Damian’s flirty nature comes to life, you’re left to deal with its aftermath with no other than the Demon King and his Human vessel.

Pairings: Bálor x F!Reader x Finn

Warnings: +18, smut, slight heresy, mentions of worship, p in v, oral (f receiving), curse words, slight dom x sub.

A/N: This is my birthday gift for the amazing @theworldofotps , she wanted a sequel to Salome so I hope you like it, babe. I wish you nothing but the best in your new journey and I hope it’s filled with all good things one can have in life! I love you so much, thank you for being my friend, and for being one of the most amazing people I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet in my life. You truly deserve the world and I hope you have an amazing day love ya.

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @mjfass , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @ripleyswhore

Of Damian’s flirty nature, you were already aware of, not only because of Finn’s endless warnings but also because you’ve witnessed the Puerto Rican man’s charm over women a handful of times now.

Damian flirts with everyone, literally everyone. No matter the age, gender, or ethnicity, he always found a way to captivate whomever he interacted with. And it was no different with you.

“Wow, mami” Damian whistled when you entered through the club’s back door. “You’re gonna give a man a heart attack”.

Your outfit was less than impressive, since it was a low night at the club you decided for a more casual look: a navy blue velvet tracksuit, along with a pair of black All Stars summed up your outfit for the night.

“Always a charmer, huh?” You chuckled, unaware that Finn was approaching you from behind.

“What can I say?” Damian smirked “A beautiful woman has the power to bring out the best in me”

“And your best is to be an ultimate flirt?” You narrowed your eyes playfully

“When it comes to you, yeah” the amused wide grin on Damian’s face was more than enough to make you giggle.

“You’re a menace, sir”

“Sir?” His eyes widened in surprise, not wasting the opportunity to tease you further. “Mami, if you’re gonna start calling me that then we just might have to go upstairs right now” Damian winked at you with a smirk plastered on his lips. “I’ll even rent the VIP room, just for you”.

Now you have to laugh. A little more than you should’ve, but who could blame you? The guy had great timing and impeccable humor.

“Wow, how could I say no to that” Your nonchalant tone left no room for doubt that you took his teasing in an amicable way, similar to two siblings poking fun at each other, you had no intentions of taking this to a more intimate level, and neither did Damian. It was all lighthearted. Everyone knew that, everyone could see that, except them. To them, this suddenly became a pissing contest, a dispute, a challenge. One they never lost and didn’t intend to lose.

“The shipping of new furniture arrived this morning, Priest”. The doubled voice resonated from your lover’s body, the tenor contrasting with the bass as both voices complimented each other with each word. “Go unpack it…now”.

“Isn’t that Dominik’s j-“

“I said NOW!” The bass voice screamed, settling its dominance. Finn’s eyes began to shift colors. One remained blue as the other turned a fierce shade of orange-red.

“Ok, Boss” Damian set his hands up as a sign of submission. “Chill out”.

Before Damian could even blink, Finn stood in front of him. His face got so close to Damian’s that they almost seemed the same height.

“If you ever dare to tell me to ‘chill out’ again, those will be your last words in this pitiful earth before you become hellhound’s breakfast!” The demon left no room for debate. Bálor learned how to tolerate humans after being in Finn’s body for over 40 years, that didn’t mean he liked them or that he wouldn’t kill one for fun. The only human Bálor seemed to truly like was you, but that could easily change if his pride is on the line.

“Bálor, he was just-“

“Silence!” He growled at you, voice bubbling with hatred, “If you dare to speak one word to defend him, little girl, you’ll know a side of me that you’ll wish you’d never met!” His fiery gaze fixed on you as he pointed to Finn’s room. “Go and wait for us there, and don’t make me repeat myself!”.

Reluctantly, you walked up the stairs, mouthing “I’m sorry” to Damian as you reached the top.

If there was a god, you were praying to him now, silently begging him not to let Bálor hurt Damian just because of a lighthearted teasing.

“He doesn’t listen to anyone’s prayers, why would he listen to yours?” Bálor’s voice rumbled in your ear, quickly making you turn around to face him at the foot of the bed.

“Do you think you’re that special, pet?”

Oh, he was mad.

At first, when you met him, Bálor called you “pet”, it was a deprecating term at the time, filled with disdain. But after a while, you became “little girl” when he was in a good mood, “my pet” when he was annoyed with you, and “pet” when he was mad at you.

“Are you God's precious little thing? That’s why you think He’ll hear you, huh?” When only silence answered him, Bálor growled loudly “Answer me!”

“No-“ Your voice was cut off by the sudden pressure of Finn’s hand amplified by Bálor’s strength around your neck.

“Good. Because HE won’t hear you! You belong to a demon and a human, the only god you should ever pray for is ME! I’m the only one who’ll hear you, and when you do pray, make sure to keep your eyes down on the earth where I am, because I’m not up in the sky, pet. Your help won’t come from up there, so stop searching in the clouds!” His hand abruptly left your neck, causing you to give two steps back due to the lack of force around your throat.

“Kneel”

Your brows furrowed at his statement, trying to understand the reason for that order.

“You were praying, weren’t you? Humans usually do that on their knees, no?! So go on, pet, kneel at your god’s feet and pray”.

“Bálor, please, let me-“

“I.said.kneel.and.pray”

Bálor pushed you down on the floor, making your knees hit the black hardwood floor with a thump. A small cry escaped your lips, your watery eyes looked up to stare at him, who had now taken full control of Finn’s body. His thick veins were black, red irises, canines sharp as razors, hair jet black, and nails tainted black at the edge.

You hoped to every sacred being that your next move wouldn’t anger him even more, but you remember when Finn once told you “Bálor is like an ice cube, cover him with some warmth and you’ll watch him melt”.

“Can I please touch you?” You asked with a meek voice, but he didn’t answer. You took this as a silent green light and pressed your palms against his torso.

“I didn’t mean to enrage you, my lord, I’m deeply sorry”. The correct word to use would be ‘upset’ instead of ‘enrage’, but Bálor didn’t deal with feelings and vulnerability well so you knew how to choose your words wisely by now.

“But trust me when I say that there was no ill intention on my part nor from Damian” You felt his abs harden at the mention of the name, the color of Bálor’s eyes began to dance like the most aggressive fire and your hands soon began to travel up and down his stomach, using touch to soothe his raw emotions.

“You’re the only one for me. You and Finn are the only men I’ll ever want, the only men I’ll ever need. I don’t want anyone else” Your hands began to travel down his abs, reaching his v-line that you traced with your nails. “Only you can satisfy me, only you can drive me insane with just a look”.

Your hands now stopped at his black jeans, one hand began massaging his crotch as the other caressed his lower belly - the most sensitive part of Bálor. “Only you can make me ache for you for days on end, only you know how to make me cum in mere seconds, only you can make me so hungry for your touch that I feel like I’m about to lose my mind if I don’t have you”.

“I don’t like when you respond to the flirtation of other men, pet”

“Damian flirts even with the walls, sir. He flirted with you, countless times” You tried to reason, feeling his cock begin to harden underneath the black jeans.

Bálor let out a small huff as you continued “Am I lying though? You know he did, with both you and Finn. And I always laughed at it because I knew there was no ill intention behind it. In the same way, there was none between him and me. You know that” You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss on his clothed erection, “You’re the only one for me, my king”.

“On the bed” Bálor lowly hummed, cupping his hard cock with his palm.

You felt someone pushing you onto the bed from behind, panic covered your features until you saw who it was.

“You’re gonna join us?” Your soft smile pressed against the bare skin of his abs. His hands gathered your hair, softly pulling your head down to rest on the mattress.

His hand pulled the zipper of your jacket down, humming in approval at the sight of your bare breast.

“Came prepared I see” Finn grinned, head leaning down to close his warm mouth around your nipple.

“My good little pet” Bálor spoke from your right, the bed dipped as he knelt on the mattress. His hand pressed your cheeks together, causing your lips to open in a partial pout. “Let’s see how much you can handle it” He chuckled, grabbing you by the hair to quickly turn you around to lay on your stomach.

Your vision was blurred, your voice hoarse from so much screaming and cursing. Two became one, same body, same face, different details. One was sweet and sensual, the other was rough and raw. They were the perfect match, both drove you crazy in their way. The sun and the moon, night and day, dark and light, good and evil, residing within the same man, one born in hell, the other, heaven sent. Either way, you loved the duality, loved the experience, and most importantly, loved them.

“Shit, shit, shit” You whispered in a hurry as Bálor rapidly moved behind you, his cock slipped in and out with such ease that made you wonder how long you could take this.

In the meantime, Finn watched you, his hand lazily stroking his cock beside you in bed, admiring every little frown, every gasp, every moan, every plea. Your eyes instantly closed when Bálor hit your sweet spot, but they instantly reopened at the prickling feeling on your cheek.

“I didn’t say you could stop looking at him!” Bálor stated, landing another burning slap against your cheek, “Don’t you dare close those beautiful eyes, my pet”.

Finn smirked, leaning forward, placing his flattened tongue against the burning skin of your cheek. He gave a few kitten licks until the skin lost its vibrant reddish color, “You taste so good”, he licked again, only changing the route of his tongue.

Finn danced the tip of his tongue across your skin, traveling down your belly, stopping right above your mound. Bálor grinned at the sight, pulling your leg to rest on his shoulder.

“Oh my fucking god” You moaned loudly, feeling the tip of Finn’s tongue circling your clit as Bálor’s cock grew harder inside you. “I’m gonna die, I can’t take it”.

“Of course you can, love” Finn’s muffled voice echoed between your legs.

“Not only you can but you will, my precious pet” Bálor snarled in your ear “Because we won’t be done with you until the sun rises”.