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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 8 months ago

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#399

“Oh man, Fuck!... Oh sorry you had to hear that call. Didn’t mean to interrupt you enjoying your brew. It’s just that my girlfriend makes me so fucking pissed off…. Get this, she knows I work 14 days straight busting my ass on that drilling rig. I am about to head home for four days of rest. That’s a 7-hour drive, each way. So she tells me that her sister and mother are in town staying with us. My days of relaxing are shot to shit. And worse yet there’s no way I’m getting her pussy. I probably won’t even get head. Ain’t that shit?...

“Oh sorry. I forget that I’m not with a dozen or so other roughnecks out in the field. All they talk about is pussy. Most of them don’t have a girlfriend, let alone a wife. Hearing them go on and on about fucking and getting a blow job, I forget that other people might talk about something else.

“My god, I just wanted to get home and kick back with a beer and get some head. You know the kind of blowjob that goes on for an hour and it relaxes your entire body. That doesn’t even include blowing your wad. You know what I’m talking about?

“Oh there I go again. Sorry if I’m telling too much.... I do that when I start drinking. Do you care if I talk about getting blown?... Good. Thought so. What man doesn’t want head at the end of weeks of working damned hard?

“…Here’s to blowjobs! Cheers!

“Hey Frank! Get my friend here another beer…. Nah! Put your money away. I got this.

“So your car broke down?... We are one of two taverns for twenty miles. The other is by the interstate one mile away. At this time of day it’s quite deserted. We typically only get locals in here. That is, unless you are having work done at Mike Larson’s garage. There’s not that much out here, just the garage, Frank’s tavern, the lodge, and the oilfield’s main office over there across the creek. Was I right? Is it your car?

“…That was not a happy nod. So, you’re here for tonight… Oh wait, the garage is closed for the weekend. You are here until Monday? …Again, that nod tells me everything. Well to make matters worse, there are no available women for at least 50 or 60 miles. This is what this hellhole has to offer.

“I don’t know about you but it looks like it’s going to be an evening of pounding the pud. And when I get done, I’ll use my other hand to make it feel like I’m getting a handjob from someone else.

“Goddamn my girlfriend fucked this all up. I only had this weekend off, before I have to report back here to start filling in for a bud on Wednesday. She thought that I would want to spend time with her fucking family. Sometimes I wonder why I’m still with her.

“You have a wife or girlfriend?...

“…Huh! Well, sometimes I wish I was like you, single. But sometimes I really need to get my balls drained. She gives great head though. She’s the only girlfriend I had who can take my head in her throat. I have a big schlong, and every woman I dated complained about its size. It takes her a long time to throat me. Most of the time I get frustrated, and I wind up grabbing her head and fucking her mouth. Eventually it ends in her throat. She has never taken me down to the root.

“But I really have to be buzzed to get into skull fucking the bitch. The part she really hates is me dick slapping her. As I said, I have a gigantic dick. Smacking her upside her head with my cock usually throws her off balance. So does a face slap with my hand.

“When I get in the zone, I am all kinds of aggressive. I am only after one thing, to bust my nut. If that means roughing up the bitch, then she’s going to get roughed up. If I’m drunk enough, I’ll not only fuck her cunt, but she’ll take me in her ass.

“Right now, if she were here, I would be fucking her in every position in every hole. I wouldn’t care if she was enjoying it. I’m so fucking horny. I would use any woman right now. I can’t have a weekend of jerking off. Hell, if there was a faggot, I would use him the same way.

“And it’s a good thing that I have a faggot sitting not ten feet away from me, paying attention to every word I say, licking his lips every time I mention blowjobs, and responding with awkward silence when I asked if he had a bitch back home. No straight man acts this way.

“I would ask you if you are a cock sucking faggot, but we both know the answer. Don’t we? So this is what is going to happen. I’m going to walk over there, to the men’s toilet. You want my fat hog in your faggot throat, you follow me in. Don’t say a word. Get on your faggot knees and open your faggot mouth.

“I’ll give you until I drain my piss. If you don’t come in at that time, then you better be out of here and hide in your room at the lodge.

“I really got to piss, so you don’t have much time….

“…Well fuck. I would have thought you would have taken some time to think about it. But OK.

“I really have to piss. While I do that get in the stall and on your knees. Be ready for me. I swear, the beers just pour right through me. Oh, this feels good—

“What the fuck? I’m not done pissing…. Oh? So, you are one of those kinds of faggots. Nasty piss drinking faggot! Oh fuck, your mouth feels good. You are definitely getting a reaction out of my hog. That’s it for my piss for now.

“Faggot, see how big it is? You think you can take it?

“Jesus fuck! Right to the root with no problem! Holy shit. You faggots know what you are doing. Oh man. This is… fuck! Oh my god!

“Bob up and down. Go head-to-root-to-head-to-root. Fuck! This is the blowjob I have been looking for all my life. Lucky me I found me a faggot with car problems.

“Pull off. I said, ‘Pull off!’ Look up at me. Hold still….

“…What? Nothing? I just gave you one of the hardest bitch slaps I have ever given and you just take it…. Wait, what did you just say? Did you just thank me… for bitch slapping you?

“Get up. Get your faggot-ty ass up. Let’s go. Move!

“We are going to my room at the lodge. You are going to spend your night with me.

“Pay Frank your tab and leave a good tip. Meet me outside… A fifty? You know what a good tip is, that or you didn’t care to wait for him to give you change.

“OK faggot. I have never used a fag before. But damn, that one minute in the toilet told me I have been missing out.

“Over here. I’m the last room. The lodge is free for us roughnecks. The company pays for our housing. My room is at the end. It’s a glorified motel room. I have tons of beer. You won’t get any, at least not without it going through me first. Never did that before, but fuck I liked it.

“I plan on being here for four days. You are going to spend your time with me and my cock down your throat. You probably take it up your ass. I will definitely try that out.

“Now listen up. I have no interest in you or your dick. I ain’t sucking you or getting fucked by you. You try anything like that, and I will beat the shit out of you. Understand me?... Understand me faggot?

“And keep up the ‘Yes Sir!’ I like the sound of that. Here we are. Faggot this is all new for me. But I will tell you this, I am liking what has been done so far. I’m so ready to do this. My cock has not lost it’s hard on. I may never go back. Faggot get inside and strip!”

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modelbus · 4 months ago

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Price, Soulmate (shared pain), “sorry, my love…”

Thank you so much! Love your writing! ❤️🫶

A PRICE REQUEST!! I decided to keep this happy because god knows this fandom needs it

Pairing: John Price x Fem!Reader (I had to make him say missus… ignore it and it’s Gn!Reader)

Soulmate AU - Sorry My Love

You truly loved your husband. A military man, through and through, but you didn’t mind. His missions were difficult, but he always came back to you. Just like he always promised.

Although sometimes, you wondered what you got yourself into by marrying him. Because although absolutely adoring him, his team was a little interesting.

When you met John Price, he had warned you in low tones that he was a package deal. You get him, then you have to put up with his team. Soap, who’s roped you into plenty of pranks. Gaz, who makes the best damn burgers you’ve ever had. And Ghost, who had quietly pulled you aside when you first met John and threatened to ruin your life if you hurt John.

They were loyal men. Close-knit. And just by being with John, you found yourself stuffed in with them.

“I think you get him something flashy for his gun.” Soap tells you. You’re relaxed in an outdoor chair next to him, watching John and Gaz cook burgers for the 141 cookout.

“Like what?” You ask. You’re civilian — sure you’ve seen your husband mess with his gun, but that doesn’t mean you know the first thing about them.

“Dunno.” He shrugs, and you silently sigh. You blame the Scottish for creating him.

“No cheese, right love?” John calls over to you, glancing back. You can’t help but smile at him, the sight of your husband. Even though he’s wearing the hat that’s practically glued to his head, you still adore him.

“Yeah!” Soap shouts back at him.

“Is your name love?” John turns, crossing his arms.

“It can be.” You watch as Soap wiggles his shoulders suggestive, and John just groans and turns back to the burgers.

He already knows you don’t want any cheese, anyway. You never do. Meanwhile, he loves it.

“One day your soulmate is going to be jealous of your flirting ass.” You inform Soap.

To your knowledge, he hasn’t found his soulmate yet. Nobody in the 141 except John has. Sharing pain is something difficult to figure out; you only figured it out because you had accidentally splashed hot coffee all over him. When you felt the burning sensation on your chest that he was also feeling, it was fairly obvious.

Most people went their whole lives without meeting their soulmate. Sometimes, people who did meet their soulmate were better off as friends, or maybe they were siblings. You’re damn lucky that your soulmate is also the love of your fucking life.

“Maybe my soulmate’s a flirt too.” Soap volleys back.

“Or maybe they’re like Ghost, and are a rock.”

“I’m a rock?” Ghost asks, and you jolt up. When the fuck did he even get behind you? Damn military men. People that large should never be able to move that quietly.

“I— no!” You exclaim, trying to dig your way out of the hole you’re in. “You just don’t flirt as much as Soap, I mean.”

He blinks at you from behind his mask. John told you once that he always keeps it on, gives him a sense of safety. You didn’t question it. Ghost liked John, looked out for him, so he was perfectly alright in your books.

“Don’t think anyone flirts as much as Soap.” He says gruffly, taking your vacant chair.

Well, that’s true. You nod in agreement, and then hightail it over to your husband.

“Hey.” You greet him, looping your arm with his as he flips a burger. “Food’s looking good.”

John glances over his shoulder at Ghost in your seat, then down at you. “Ghost take your seat? I’ll make him move, lovie, he shouldn’t—“

“He didn’t take my seat.” You cut him off, laughing. “Wanted to come see my husband anyway.”

He lights up, grinning. “Right choice.”

John leans down, pressing his lips to yours. No matter how many times you kiss, you always want more. Need more, really.

A burning pain shoots through the tip of your pointer finger, and both you and John jerk back with pained noises. Looking down at your finger, there’s no mark. Your idiot husband, on the other hand…

“Shit.” He hisses, looking down at the red mark on his finger. “Accidentally hit the grill. Sorry, my love.”

Your finger is still aching, which means his is too. And yet, he still made it a priority to apologize for causing you pain.

“I’ll grab the mustard.” You say, giving him another quick kiss. “Don’t touch it again!”

Turning away, you move for the bottle on the nearest table. You uncap it, squeezing a little bit onto his finger. It’s meant to help with burns; maybe a myth, but worth a shot.

“You’re the best.” John murmurs, squinting at his finger. “I can already feel it healing.”

You snort. “I can feel it hurting too, you dumbass. Let Gaz do the rest of the cooking.”

He steps back, making eye contact with Gaz and nodding to the grill before looking back at you. “Anything for the missus.”

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diorsluv · 7 months ago

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casual , part 6

“ someone you couldn’t lose ”

series m. list previous chapter next chapter

( socialmedia!au )

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edwards.73 fr

next chapter notes ) so unfortunately i’ve decided that imma make the chapters shorter so it’s easier for me to post and i won’t get burnt out as quickly.. please forgive me!!

tags: @dancerbailey3 @hughesfein @loveforaugust @alwaysclassyeagle @love4ldr @inhoodmood @bunting58 @crazycat-ladys-blog @smoooore @bunbunbl0gs @lilasianmeat

#ethan edwards #ethan edwards x y/n #ethan edwards fic #ethan edwards fanfic #ethan edwards x reader #quinn hughes #jack hughes #trevor zegras #cole caufield #alex turcotte #luca fantilli #rutger mcgroarty #adam fantilli #mark estapa #mackie samoskevich #dylan duke #luke hughes

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bump1nthen1ght · 1 year ago

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A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 30 (Free Use)

Kinks: Free Use

Pairing: Male!Shrine God x GN!Shrine Keeper!Reader

Other Kinks: Doggy Style, Cowgirl

Warnings: Slightly Dubious Consent (Reader is subservient to the god, but has fully consented to this free use relationship)

Word Count: 1087 words

Kinktober Masterlist

A/N: I personally imagined the God character in this to look similar to Gintarou from the anime Gingitsune (though he would never treat you this way)

A lighter flicks in your hand, struggling to produce any flame. You know it has enough fluid, having refilled it not two days ago, but your thumb keeps slipping across the button.

“My l-lord, please,” You pant, sweaty hands struggling to keep a grip on the lighter, “-the incense has to be lit. Please, just wait-”

You gasp, lighter falling out of your hand as you’re forced to press it down to the ground, stopping yourself from falling face first into the temple floor. Sharp hip bones press into your backside, claws digging into the fat of your ass as your lord swivels his hips.

“I do not care about some damned incense, pet.” Your lord spanks your ass hard, his calloused paw leaving a large mark on your skin. “Nor do I care for your obstinance.” Your lord grasps onto your hips, yanking them back onto his eager cock.

A shiver runs up your spine, feeling your lord’s dick twitching inside you. The head rubs deliciously against your insides, scraping along your walls with each thrust, stretching you beyond limits.

“I don't mean to-” You yelp, your lord spanking you again.

“Yet, you don't give your lord his rightful respect.” Claws scrap along your hip, enough to leave irritated stripes on your skin. “It is your duty as shrine keeper to follow my commands, my wishes.” Your lord leans forward and grabs you by the jaw, forcing to arch your back and press against him. “And my wish is to fuck you without distraction.” Your master begins thrusting faster, wrecking your insides, a gasp tearing from your lips. “Is-” slap, “-that-” slap “understood?”

“Yes, my lord!” Your cry, nails nearly clawing into the concrete as you're overstimulated. Your lord gyrates his hips once he’s balls deep, a deep growl in his chest. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“You are forgiven.” Your lord growls directly into your ear, leaning over your pliant body. His rough tongue licks up your neck, sharp canines dangerously close to your jugular. “Only because you are usually so good for me.”

Its true. Since coming to tend to this temple 2 months ago, you have been an exemplary shrine keeper. You follow your lord’s orders to the T, always diligent and reverent to your god. Falling to your knees when he commands, opening your legs whenever he deems fit. As his subject, your body belongs to your god, an offering he could always indulge in, a hole he could fuck whenever the urge striked him.

You knew what you were signing up for. But you can’t deny your lord’s fervent appetite has made maintaining the temple quite a challenge. You could hardly bend over to scrub the floors without your lord throwing up your robes and indulging in your hole, his covetous hands fondling you at every hour, even when the temple had visitors. The common folk could’t see your god, of course, but still! The impropriety of it all.

Even so, you could hardly complain when your lord brought you to dizzying heights of pleasure. Like right now for example.

“Unggh! How do you stay so tight?!” Your lord calls like an insult, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “I’ve stretched you open so many times, yet you still milk my cock like a virgin sacrifice.”

“I am yours to use, master.” You pant, eyes sparkling with tears and reverence. “I hope to always satisfy you.”

“That you have, pet.” Your lords voice is a purr in your ear. “So obedient. I am rather lucky to have such a pleasant shrine keeper.”

The compliments have you buzzing in happiness, unintentionally clenching harder around your lord’s cock. He growls in your ear.

“C’mere.” He grabs you by the hips and sits himself backwards. Cock still inside you, you are tossed back onto your masters lap, his fluffy white tails now between your thighs. He deftly spins you around, your hands digging into his furry chest.

“Ride me, pet. Consider it a reward for your hard work.”

You nod, body aching and breathless, but immediately bidding to your lords will. Your hips grind down on his lap, ass throwing up and down onto his cock. You sigh as your nails clench into his fur, your God watching your debauched face with a proud smirk. The same claws that left marks now rub comfortably onto your hips, admiring the scars he left on his pet.

“Does that feel good?”

“Y-yes, my lord.” You pant, ignoring the way your thigh muscles scream.You had been gardening today and were already quite sore. But what your lord commands, you do. “Your cock is magnficiient.”

You can practically see the pride light up on your God’s face, so unbefitting of a deity. By now is usually when he lets you off the hook, grabbing your hips and bouncing you like a fleshlight. It can be a bit rough, but at least it’s a break for your poor quads.

But your lord is cocky, bolstered by the compliment, instead resting both paws behind his head. He likes hearing your heavy breaths, seeing the sweat begin to drip down your chest, your eyes clenching shut. He likes to see you work for it. The rush it gives him is incomparable.

He couldn’t have asked for a better shrine keeper, both in dedication and appearance.

“My l-lord, I’m close.”

You whine, a warning courtesy your master demands. You had expected your God to only chase his own pleasure, to use your body like a tool. But your lord seems to delight in your orgasms, insisting you tell him when yhey wrack your whole body, leave you milking his holy cock.

“Yes, my dear, I can feel it.” Your god licks his lips. “Lets cum together.”

You breathlessly nod, forcing your eyes to open, to watch your master as he likes. Like always his gaze is covetous, dark and almost…menacing.

If you were anyone else, you'd think he was a demon, not a god.

“Ohhh!”

You whine as your lord howls, uncaring of any potential passersby. His cock juts against the very edge of your hole, hips thrown up as his cum fills you to the brim. Your muscles tremble as you feel your own crescendo, feeling slowly returning to your extremities.

Your master is gracious, letting you rest on his warm chest, catching your breath. A soft paw rubs the back of your head.

“Rest, pet.” A claw massages the back of your neck. “The chores can be finished tomorrow.”

#my writing #reader insert #gender neutral reader #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #monster romance #monster x reader

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bloatedandalone04 · 14 days ago

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To The One I Love - Part 10

Series Masterlist

➪in which tyler finally gets everything he’s ever wanted, and you are finally his wife.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 3.3k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡ | HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃

3 weeks later.

“Okay, so maybe vintage was the wrong choice,” you muttered as you tried to guide your arms through the thin sleeves of your wedding dress without poking a hole through the lace. “Seriously, I might actually rip this soon.”

Lilly, who had been watching, and filming you, shook her head and smiled as she set the camera down after letting you struggle for a little longer. “I think it’ll look great once it’s on. Here,” she rolled the sleeve up until it was pretty much a ring of fabric, then you carefully slid your wrist through it and let her pull the rest of it up your arm. Once your other arm was through the other sleeve, she stepped back and nodded with her lips pursed. “Oh yeah, Tyler is definitely gonna start cryin’ when he sees you in this.”

You laughed and turned to look at yourself in the full length mirror, the white skirt of the dress draped along the wooden floor behind you, and you knew you would have to be careful to not trip since you were wearing your white converse under the dress. You weren’t the biggest fan of heels, and they didn’t like you either since they always hurt your feet after wearing them for only a few seconds, so you decided to wear something flat and comfortable. No one could see them anyway, and Tyler was expecting you to be one hundred percent genuine all day, so that’s what you were doing. He knows you’d never willingly wear heels, anyway.

“I feel like I’m going to be sick,” you mumbled as you ran your palms along the lace corset of the dress. “I can’t believe I’m getting married.”

“I can’t believe you’re marryin’ Tyler,” Lilly snorted, but not even she could keep that facade up for too long before she was grinning. “Yeah, I can. Y’all are perfect for each other.”

Your smile grew as you turned to face her again, but before you could get another word out, the doors to the room you were getting ready in swung open and your mom came rushing in. “There you are-oh, my God!” She gasped, covering her mouth as her eyes instantly filled with tears.

“Mom,” you warned, your own eyes stinging already as she looked you up and down at least five times before she began silently sobbing. “Don’t…don’t do that, you’re going to make me ruin my makeup.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she practically wailed, accepting a tissue from Lilly as she stepped closer to you. “You just look so beautiful, sweetheart. So damn beautiful.”

Then you were wrapped up tightly in her arms as she swayed you back and forth, and you gave Lilly an embarrassed look over the top of her head as your mom sobbed into your shoulder. “Oh, mother,”

“Don’t oh, mother, me,” she muttered, pulling away to dab at her eyes with the tissue. “You’re gettin’ married. My baby’s gettin’ married.”

You grinned from ear to ear as you let Lilly adjust and smooth out your dress. “I know,” you whispered, refraining from jumping up and down as you asked, “Where’s dad?”

Your mom sat down on the bed next to your veil, still dabbing away at her eyes and nose. “Oh, he’s with Ty’s dad. He said he didn’t think he could handle seein’ you like this until he needs to walk you down the aisle,” she answered, running her hand along the thin, lacy material next to her that would soon clip into your hair. “He’s a little torn up about givin’ his baby girl away.”

“Mom, I’ve been with Tyler for almost half my life,” you laughed, sitting down at the mirror as Lilly began fixing your hair. “I think he gave me away a long time ago.”

“I know that, and he knows that, but it all just kinda hit him today, I think,” she mumbled, meeting your gaze through the mirror with a proud smile. “You are so beautiful.” She said again, handing Lilly the veil once she had pinned your hair into a low bun.

Once she had slid it into place, you were officially all done up and ready to become Mrs. Owens, and that thought had you screaming a bit on the inside as you turned to face your mom and close friend. “Well?” You asked nervously, giving them a small spin as you waited for their reactions.

Your mom, of course, just started crying again, and Lilly gave you a big smile and another nod. “Don’t worry, Tyler might actually cry more than your mom is,” she said and your mom scoffed slightly with a watery smile. “He’s been waitin’ for this day for a long time now. I remember when he told me he was thinkin’ about proposin’ to you when I first met him, and that was quite a while ago.”

Your eyes welled up with more tears that you held back as you let out a shaky breath. “God, I can’t believe I made him wait so long,”

Lilly shook her head, reaching for her phone as she stepped away from you. “Don’t do that. You got there eventually, and I know for a fact that he would’ve waited another eleven years if he had to,” she said, holding the device up in front of her face to take a photo of you. “Get in there, ma, it’s almost time.”

Your mother quickly tossed the tissue aside before standing next to you, her arms wrapped tightly around you as Lilly snapped countless photos of you. Then she moved onto a few solo ones of you, one being when you weren’t ready as you were reaching up to adjust your veil, but funnily enough, that one was the best out of all of them since you still managed to look pretty, even when caught off guard.

“That’s the one,” Lilly hummed, favoriting the photo before setting her phone aside. “That will definitely be Tyler’s new wallpaper once I send it to him later.”

You blushed and took your mom’s hand when it was time to go meet up with your dad so he could officially hand you off to the love of your life.

Tyler’s hands were shaking as he debated on whether or not to down the mini bottle of whiskey Boone had brought for him to ease his nerves.

He knew he wasn’t going to actually drink it, at least not until after the ceremony, because he was going to be completely and one hundred percent sober during this part of his wedding. He’d be damned if even a second of yours and his vows was a blurry memory. He needed it to be crystal clear.

Still, holding the bottle in his hand helped just a bit as he leaned against the barn doors, getting the last breaths of fresh air before he spent the next half an hour inside the barn. “I’m shakin’,” he muttered, looking at the pretty field of grass and wildflowers that surrounded the barn. “Why am I shakin’?”

Boone, who had already downed his shot, placed a comforting hand on Tyler’s shoulder. “‘Cause you’re gettin’ married, dude,” he answered, “My boy’s gettin’ married.”

That had Tyler grinning as he looked over at the farmhouse across the property. You were somewhere in there, getting ready in one of the rooms so you could walk down the aisle to him, and he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to physically let you go after tonight.

For as long as he’d been with you, he wanted to marry you. He knew, even when he was a seventeen year old kid, that you were the one and only person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and he’d dreamed of this day for so long.

He still couldn’t quite believe that it was happening. “I know,” Tyler murmured, looking down at the small bottle in his hand before quickly looking back up at his best friend. “Wait, what if I forget my vows?”

“I think forgettin’ is Y/n’s thing,” Boone said, and Tyler gave him an unimpressed look that quickly had his best man shaking his head. “You won’t forget your vows because you didn’t write any. You said you knew what you were going to say to her when she meets you at that altar in there.” He gestured to the interior of the barn, and Tyler let his shoulders relax a bit.

“Right,” he mumbled before putting the bottle of whiskey in his left hand as he patted his pockets down with his right. “What about the rings? What if I left them at the house by accident?”

“T,” Boone said sternly, patting his own suit pocket. “I have them right here. You have everythin’ you need, and everythin’s in order. Lil and I made sure of that, okay?”

Tyler nodded slowly, willing himself to calm down because he knew Boone’s words were true. Tyler had been waiting for this day for what felt like forever, he knew he was only nervous because he wanted everything to be perfect. You deserved that much.

When it was nearly time, Tyler felt his phone go off with a text, and when he opened the message, he suddenly felt a lot calmer.

My Babe 💕: I can’t wait to see you in exactly nine minutes. I love you so much, Ty. The next time we see each other, it’ll be when we say our vows.

You added a multitude of hearts at the end, and Tyler wanted to turn around and search every room of that house for you so he could pull you into his arms and never let you go.

“Fuck, Boone, I need you to take this,” he muttered, shoving his phone into his best mans hands as he turned around and walked into the barn, deciding that he was going to stand at the alter for the next nine minutes until you would come join him there.

The barn was full of both yours and Tyler’s family and friends, both old and new as Dr. James and Nurse Karson were a few rows down from the front. Your mom and Tyler’s parents and aunt were in the front row, his mother barely keeping it together as she looked at him all done up in his tux.

And after those nine minutes had passed painfully slowly, Boone was standing a few feet away from Tyler while Lilly stood across from him, and then it was your turn.

You walked into the barn with such grace, Tyler felt himself become unsteady as your father walked you towards him. He had no doubt that you’d look stunning, because you always did, but you were drop dead gorgeous in your lace dress, your veil trailing behind you as you clutched your bouquet of wildflowers, similar to the ones that made up the field this barn was in the middle of.

Tyler cursed at himself in his head when he felt his eyes start burning with tears, and he couldn’t even process the soft laugh from Lilly as your dad pressed a kiss to your cheek before officially handing you off.

Once your dad was next to your mom, who was crying next to Tyler’s mom, that’s when it began.

Tyler’s hands were shaking, and he discovered that yours were too as he reached for them after you handed your bouquet to Lilly. The officiant began speaking, but it was all muffled to Tyler as he took you in as if he didn’t know every inch of you off by heart.

Every part of you was familiar, and had been for nearly a decade and a half, and Tyler never wanted to forget any of it. The way you fit in his arms, the undeniable look of love in your eyes that mirrored the look in his own, the way everything felt right in the world every time your lips touched his.

Before he knew it, the time came for Tyler to begin his vows, and he remembered why he didn’t bother to write them down. Because after everything you and he had been through, and seeing you right here in front of him, he knew he would always have all he needed. And that was you.

“Y/n,” he started, and even your name sounded a bit shaky as he squeezed your hands. “I remember the exact moment I first saw you. I was fourteen years old and scared that I wouldn’t make the football team in high school, and then I saw you, tucked away under that tree behind the field. You were reading Wuthering Heights for your English class, though I would later find out that you had already read that book before, because of course you did. When I saw you, I wasn’t scared or nervous anymore. Just one look, and you took all that away and replaced it with the very same feelin’ you give me to this day. Peace. And so much happiness, I knew I was going to find a way to talk to you so I could keep you in my life forever.”

Even through the blurriness of his vision, Tyler was still able to see the tears gathering in your own eyes, and he knew his vows were going to just be him rambling at this point, but he didn’t care since they made you react like this. Since they made you look this perfect and in love with him.

“But even forever isn’t long enough with you. No time will ever be enough. You complete me in every single way. You make me feel like the luckiest man in the world that you chose me to spend the rest of your life with. Every look, every smile, every touch makes me fall more and more, hopelessly in love with you, and I hope you keep lookin’ at me exactly like this every day for the rest of my life,” his hands squeezed yours gently as he wrapped it up, knowing damn well he could go on for hours if he was allowed to. “I promise you, right here and right now, that I will love you until I take my last breath, and even after. You’re my first thought when I wake up, and you have been every single day for the last eleven years of our lives. You’re my forever person, the only one I want to start and end my days with, and I promise you that I will continue to always be your biggest supporter, fan, and to love you unconditionally.”

You were sniffling now, trying to carefully wipe under your eyes as you turned your head away from him and towards your mom, who gave you an encouraging smile.

Once you were decently composed, you turned back to Tyler, and he grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. “I guess you’re right, I can be sweet when I want to be,” he murmured against your skin and you laughed tearfully.

“You’re always sweet,” you said back, “And not only to me. The way you are with Lilly, Boone and everyone else who has ever gotten to spend more than a few minutes with you, that’s the version of you that drives me crazy. Every part of you, every single inch has me totally screwed, because you’re the best person in my life. And definitely the craziest.”

Well, that was very true. But you were pretty crazy yourself. You chose him to be your husband, after all.

“But that’s what makes you perfect for me, because you bring out my crazy side too, and yet we somehow fit together so well. And I can tell you right here and right now, that no matter what life may bring us, I will always love you with every fiber of my being. And you know I mean that, because very recently I managed to forget us for a short while, but you stayed by my side every single step of the way. You gave me hope and support and love, and you are my endless supply of all those things, and I love you so much for it,” you were getting a bit quiet now, but Tyler could still hear you as clear as day, and he noticed that you weren’t reading off a piece of paper either, and he knew that you couldn’t memorize anything to save your life, so it was clear that you hadn’t written your vows down either. “I never forgot about how you own my heart completely, and I never doubted that I’d spend the rest of my days with you. You’re my protector, my safety when things get scary. I promise you, Ty, that I will never leave your side, and I’ll adore you and love you, and be your partner in every sense of the word. Forever.”

Now Tyler was damn near sobbing, his teeth nearly piercing his lip as he tried to keep it together. But how could he after all of that?

His teary eyes stayed locked on yours as he blindly reached behind him, taking your wedding band from Boone and sliding it onto your finger above the engagement ring you had finally accepted only three weeks prior to this. “I love you,” he mumbled, his right hand cradling your face as if you were the most precious thing in the world to him, and you were.

“I love you,” you said back after taking his wedding band from Lilly and sliding it onto his finger, where it would stay for the rest of his life.

Then he was allowed to kiss you, and he went all in.

His hands were on your face, guiding your lips to his in a deep kiss as your fingers cradled his jaw. He kissed you over and over again, his heart feeling unbelievably full as he realized that you’re his wife now. You were all his, forever.

As if you weren’t before, but now it was official.

Later that night, after countless photos and lemon cake and kissing, Tyler took you back home. Lilly had sent him some of the most gorgeous pictures he had ever seen of you while you were getting ready, and he instantly made one of them his phone’s wallpaper. He would probably never change that. Well, maybe he’d swap it out for a picture of you holding his baby in your arms, but that was it.

When he got you into your bedroom, he carefully unzipped your dress as if it was the most fragile thing he had ever touched, and left it on the floor as he lifted you into his arms and carried you to the bed.

Your bodies were bare, his skin feeling like it was on fire as it brushed against yours. His hands were everywhere, as were yours, and his lips were pressing kisses anywhere they could reach.

“I love you,” he mumbled against your collarbone before he lifted his head and pressed a deep kiss to your lips. “I love you so fuckin’ much, baby.”

He was met with a soft whimper, and the feeling of your legs wrapping tighter around his waist as he guided himself inside you. “I love you too,” you breathed out, tangling your ring-clad fingers into his hair as you pressed your forehead against yours. “So much, Ty. Forever, and ever…and ever.”

You continued like that, whispering sweet words into his ear as he made love to you for the first time as your husband, the love and trust you had for each other undeniable, even in private moments like this one.

And as he got you to your high multiple times, he knew he would always be feeling his own high, because you were his addiction, his soulmate, and the love of his life.

The End ! Thank you for reading this series, I adored writing every part of it !

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j0eyj0rdis0n · 1 year ago

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I don’t know how to say this but I am in love with your polyproxies. Your writing is so well thought out and amazing I AM BEGGING FOR MORE. I’ll do anything! You’re amazing btw

Hi love!! I’m so glad you like it! I’ve honestly been having a really hard time getting motivation to write smut so I hope this will do! You’re absolutely amazing too!! 🖤🖤

POLY PROXIES PT.2

Fandom: Creepypasta

Plot: None just poly with the proxies 🫡

Warnings: SMUT, face fucking, cum swallowing, recording, unprotected sex, creampie, oral female receiving, nutting on the readers face 😎

Fucked brainless, that’s what you were. Taking them all so well whenever they wanted. You were theirs and they let you know it. They loved the way you took them without complaint. Letting Toby abuse your mouth and Tim twist you into whatever dirty position he wanted you.

You know… Tim doesn’t exactly take lightly to complaints. So when you tell him “yes sir” it’s like music to his ears.

Currently Brian’s sits in the chair on the opposite side of the room, slowly stroking his throbbing cock. His video camera in his other hand, which currently, is zoomed in on your drooling mouth as Toby goes to town. The boy was fucking your mouth like an animal in heat. Like he hadn’t gotten his rocks off in months. And you, being so damn good, were taking him so well.

Toby’s desperate moans and sinful whines filled the small bedroom as he absolutely abused your mouth. He could barely open his eyes to watch you he was so washed away by the bliss that was slowly building inside him.

“Yes! Yes- F-fuuuuck-“ Toby cried out desperately only taking two more harsh thrusts for him to come undone. His hot seed slid easily down your throat as he collapsed next to you on the bed. His chest was heaving and his mind so clouded he couldn’t do anything but hold your limp hand as Tim fucked you further into oblivion.

Brian focused the camera on your pretty pink pussy that he was so desperate to get a taste of. He watched Tim with envious eyes, watching as your hole happily invited his cock in. He watched as your slick ran down the insides of your thighs, seeing the shine against Tim’s lower abdomen. He could barely wait for his own turn.

Tim let out low grunts and growls with every thrust, praising you for being so so good for him.

“Damn sweetheart, your pussy wants me to come fast huh?” He groaned out as his head rolled back.

He loved the way you squeezed around him, like your tiny hole was desperate for more. More of his deliciously thick cock that filled you up just the right way to have your toes curling.

“So pretty for me too~” He harshly grabbed your jaw, pulling you up to meet him so he could catch your lips in a deep kiss. His strong arms made holding you in the complex position look easy. His large fingers found their way to your mouth, replacing his soft lips and prodding you to suck them like the dumb little bitch you were.

You felt his thrusts getting sloppy, or at least you thought so, honestly your mind wasn’t processing much more than the ecstasy you were feeling.

His grunts slowly turned into low moans as he finished inside of you. He pulled out slowly, replacing his cock with his thick fingers, stuffing your pretty hole and making sure not a drop could escape. He motioned with his head for Brian to come closer, finally letting him have his turn.

Brian couldn’t even keep the camera still as he jumped up and raced over to have you. He pushed Tim out of the way, handing him the camera which Tim grumpily focused on the scene that would unfold in front of him. Brian practically jumped at the chance to taste you, taste your slick and Tim’s seed combined. With one long stripe of his tongue he already had you whining, your pretty thighs about suffocating him.

But god did he love it. He loved how close you made him just by crushing him with your perfect thighs. And on top of how absolutely delectable you tasted?? He could die happy now.

He held your thighs apart just enough to give him breathing room as he attacked your clit with kisses and licks. He absolutely loved how he could get your thighs to shake when he pulled away just before you were about to come. Once, twice, three times, four times. By the time he had finally let you finish you were on the verge of passing out. Cute tears in your eyes, thighs shaking, and sobs wracking your body.

Oh how it was too much for you to get used by the three men around you. It made them all laugh how ruined you looked.

“Come on pretty, give me a lick.” Brian smirked as he got up, putting his cock inches from your swollen lips. “Come on, I know you got it in ya’.”

Being so good like always, you took his length in your mouth, tears falling as you did as he asked. Brian ripped the camera from Tim’s hands, putting it in your face to get a nice close up angle. Watching through the viewfinder it didn’t take long at all for him to finish. How absolutely filthy you were being was just the icing on the cake for him. He let his load go right on your pretty face, painting you just how he wanted before he turned the camera off and put it down on the side table.

Toby happily licked your face, ‘cleaning’ you up and giving you a sloppy kiss right after. Brian laid on your right, giving you a soft forehead kiss, silently letting you know how good you did.

“Toby you know your place.” Tim grumbled, pushing him off the bed and taking his place next to you on the left.

With an irritated glare to Tim, Toby helped put your shorts on and took his place in-between your thighs, resting his head.

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alexsoenomel · 1 year ago

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Chokehold (Sam Winchester x Reader smut)

Request: Hey I don’t know if you’re taking requests but I was reading Adrenlize Me and I had an idea for a part 2? Sam and reader have been getting at it for a bit but this time they finally say “I love you” to each other? Rough smut with a little dash of fluff? 🥰

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: sexy times and I love you’s, mentions of addiction

Word count: 2.1k

Note: I apologize for being so slow (school+work+ADHD). Writing this made me realize how single I actually am.

Enjoy! Like/Reblog or both if you like it! :)

PART 1

Addiction. First, it feels like a warm hug, sucking you in, disguising itself as something familiar, something beautiful, and finally, you feel like you filled that hole in your soul. Then it starts taking, it takes and takes until there is nothing left to take, until you cannot give anymore – until you’re dead. You find out, a little too late, that the warm hug was just a one-way ticket to your inevitable demise.

This started as a deep-seated need but turned into a full-blown addiction sooner than I thought, but the only difference was this was a blissful one, with no reaper waiting for you at the end. It only brought endless pleasure.

Sam was no better than me. We couldn’t stop ourselves; every touch, every kiss would send us into a euphoric state, and it was better than any drug known to man.

After our little adventure in Dean’s beloved Baby, we tried to keep our dirty little secret hidden. Sam would come to my room only during the night when he could hear Dean snoring in his room, and even then, we had to be careful since Dean was a light sleeper. He would muffle my moans with his hand whenever he was on top of me, he would sometimes even let me bite his shoulder, but it was impossible to be quiet, especially when we both liked listening to each other come undone. Long story short, Dean found out.

“Good thing you two lovebirds finally got together! The bad thing is now I cannot sleep.” He told us one morning while sipping his black coffee, clearly tired and cranky.

Lovebirds.

That word was stuck in my brain that day. It still would pop up occasionally. It reminded me that we never labeled our little arrangement. When it happened, we would carry on, pretend like this thing was meaningless, and then we would do it all over again. We would cover every topic under the Sun apart from this one. We completely ignored it, but it was there, just around the corner, something more than just a meaningless hookup.

Sure, he was able to make my legs shake, make me forget my existence, and his touch would set me on fire every damn time, but the way he would look at me right before I would come, the way we would look at each other… I knew I was falling for him.

We were birds of a feather –we connected through art, books, and music. We liked the same things but were far different characters. I was more of a 'Shoot first, ask questions later' kind of girl, like his older brother, and he was far from that. He was my voice of reason when I would let my emotions consume me; he was the one who would tell Dean and me to get our shit together whenever we would jump the gun (and that would often happen because we were both hotheads). We worked perfectly together.

***

"God, I'm exhausted!" I said and put my bag on the table.

We just got back from a hunt in Omaha, Nebraska, and it was a wild one. It dragged to no end until we finally ganked the ghost that was killing unfaithful men. I almost got thrown off the balcony, Dean almost got stabbed, and Sam, well he took care of it. Overall, I was just happy the case was over and, that I could sleep in my/Sam's bed.

"Me too! Gonna hit the hay!" Dean said taking his shoes off.

"Already? It's only 10 pm." Sam said. On a rare occasion, Dean would sleep early, he was the worst night bird in the flock. For him, 2 am was too early for bed, and mornings started at noon.

"Sammy, I almost got stabbed today! Yeah, already." Dean said and disappeared into the hallway.

"Night, Dean!" I said.

"Night, night!" I heard him say.

I was immediately hit with the realization that I was alone with Sam. There was something so alluring about him that made me nervous in the best way possible. It would boost my dopamine and adrenaline – like a drug. I swallowed nervously as I turned to see he was staring back at me and I immediately recognized the look – the look of devotion.

"What?" I asked. He looked tired, with messy hair, and bags under his eyes. I was a tired mess too. During these days caffeine kept me awake and sharp since we were working night and day trying to solve the gruesome mystery.

"Shower?" He asked.

"Please!"

We went to his room since I would spend most of my nights there. What started as casual, grew to be a routine. I started hating sleeping alone in cold sheets – his warmth kept me safe.

When we entered his room, pleasant silence joined us. We stripped down our dirty clothes and sins as we went to the bathroom. We didn’t say a word until warm water touched our tired bodies.

“Warm enough?” Sam asked me.

I nodded. He shampooed my hair, and I did my body while letting my muscles relax under the shower, feeling every part of me slowly shutting down from exhaustion. Once my hair was nice and cleaned and I turned to face Sam, kissing where his heart was as I balanced myself on my tiptoes since he was much taller than me.

“My turn?” I asked and got on his knees, like he usually would do when I wanted to wash his hair, and wrapped his hands around my waist, cupping my ass. It wasn’t the first time we showered together, the aftercare was as important for him as it was for me, but this time it felt far more intimate and real. The aftercare would usually turn into rough shower sex, leaving me breathless and sometimes even covered in bruises, but this time I saw true intimacy and meaning of showering together.

Sam kissed my stomach as I washed his hair, sending light shivers all over my body. His hand went between my legs, and a light moan escaped from my lips.

“All done!” My voice trembled. Sam stood up and kissed me hungrily. I could never get enough of his kisses, his lips were soft, kisses sweet kinda like cherries in spring, nothing like I’ve ever tasted before. He broke the kiss as our eyes met, water still running down our bodies. I could feel his breath on my lips. The air, even though hot and heavy, got a little bit chilly for a second – or was I getting nervous? I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. I didn’t know why I was getting nervous. Everything that seemed familiar was now foreign to me. Even though we fucked a million times, even though we both had seen each other naked, I was still feeling that tickling sensation in the pit of my stomach.

Sam turned off the shower. We did our night routine in blissful silence. Skincare, haircare, the whole nine yards…in blissful pleasant silence. Sam even started using my Vitamin C serum, when I told him how good it is for the skin.

I was pleasantly surprised when he took a little bit of my hydrating cream after the serum. I would always use that after having a rough day on the job, it did wonders for my tired skin.

“You’re learning,” I told him as I brushed my teeth.

“From the best.” He simply said.

***

I didn’t remember the last time I did my night routine in my bathroom – and it all started when Dean caught me leaving his room to get my toothbrush.

“You two are louder than a jackhammer!” He told me as he opened the door of his room, messy hair, eyes barely open, clearly feeling creaky from lack of sleep…again. “Keep it down, or I swear I’ll kill you both!”

“Sorry!” I was embarrassed but trying hard not to laugh.

Ever since then, I decided not to leave his room during the night. So, naturally, I started leaving my stuff in Sam’s room.

***

After we got in our pajamas; Sam in his gray sweatpants and me in my oversized blue T-shirt I “borrowed” from him, got under the covers. I could feel my whole body relaxing, as I let my mind drift God knows where…I was ready to fall asleep, but Sam had other plans. He wrapped his hand around my waist pulling me closer to him. His semi-hard cock was pressed against my ass, and I felt his lips on my neck.

“Yeah, Sammy?” I bit my lower lip.

“I don’t wanna sleep.” He mumbled between kisses.

I turned around, missing the softness of his lips on mine. I kissed him, feeling the minty taste on his lips. My hand went in his hair, pulling him closer to me. He moaned when I pulled his locks, sending shivers all over his body. He pushed me back onto the mattress as he climbed on top of me, leaving kisses all over my jaw and neck. I loved his lips on my skin, I loved everything about them; the softness, the taste, the ability to make me wet in seconds…

“You got me worried today,” Sam whispered between kisses.

“Sorry, I was a hot-headed dumbass.”

I thought I could take down the ghost by myself. I didn’t stick to the plan and almost got thrown off the balcony when the damn thing attacked me – my mistake.

“Like always.”

And that’s why you love me. I bit my tongue. I felt my walls completely coming down under him. I didn’t care about labels, I didn’t care what we were, I just knew my heart was struggling to stay silent. I wanted to say those words as much as I desperately wanted to hear them from him.

“Shut up and kiss me!” I told him instead.

Sam pressed his lips on mine, this time his hand went down my stomach between my legs. His fingers were cold, making my skin shiver, but his touch bought endless pleasure.

I could feel his two fingers in me for a few seconds before he pulled away.

“Tease,” I said annoyed. He loved making me beg and feel desperate and I loved every second of it.

He licked his fingers clean and kissed me letting me have a taste as well.

“You are delicious.”

Everything about this seemed different. He was sweeter and far more gentle. Usually, he would tell me to be quiet, his good girl, he would be rough, but this time…he wasn’t? He had a gentle side, but I’d rarely see it. I felt something was different. I felt my heart connecting with his and my soul feeling closer to his own.

“And you’re a tease.”

He laughed, showing off those cute little dimples I adored so much.

"Just a little. " He smirked before kissing me again. I was growing impatient, and it was like he heard me. He wasted no time, he moved my panties to the side as I helped him lower his sweatpants. He entered me slowly, letting me adjust to his size, letting me bask in the pleasure his cock was giving me. I buried my fingers into his damp hair, arching my back slightly.

"You feel so good!"

He would always tell me that. Every time. No exception. He knew his words made me needy, horny, and desperate…He knew what buttons to push.

He started to move and that was when my heart decided to work against me…or it did me a favor? My eyes were lost in his, not wanting to break the contract. I was feeling every inch of him, slowly moving in and out, skin to skin….

"I love you!"

I heard myself say. My heart was pounding, I could see his expression change as his hair was falling on my cheeks…he smiled and kissed me.

"I love you too!"

I didn't expect this answer from him. At the moment it didn't seem real but I think we both knew it was coming. Between the constant staring, and flirting just to gross out Dean and the genuine connection we had, we knew…

Sam's pace became faster, and I was slowly losing it. His face was inches away from mine, feeling each other's breaths as my climax was getting closer. I could feel my body shaking, my nails digging into his back as I couldn’t get his name out of my mouth.

“Come on, baby!” He whispered in my ear.

I loved his voice, I loved his touch, his kiss. I loved him.

I came hard, biting his shoulder (Sam didn’t even flinch), not wanting to be too loud because of Dean and his “Next time I’m gonna kill you both” sentence.

He kissed me before collapsing next to me. We were both panting, waiting for someone to say something, to break the ice that had already been broken when I told him I love you. But no one did. Instead, we fell asleep, my head on his chest, safe and sound.

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midwestmade29 · 5 months ago

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Wildcard🃏

Hangman's vignette on Collision was very inspiring 😂 Thus this story was born. I miss him and have my fingers crossed so tightly that he really is the wildcard for Dynamite this Wednesday 🤞🏻

Word count: 2.2k Divider by: @saradika-graphics *GIF is not mine. All credit goes to original creator.

Disclaimers: Cursing, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

Written from Hangman's POV 🙂

Hangman's nerves are getting the best of him so he calls on you to help calm them...

It was the night before I would be making my return to AEW as the wildcard. These last few months have been difficult, mostly because I’ve had to learn to live without her.

I knew she would be in Chicago. I knew that despite all the hell I’ve put her through, she wouldn’t miss this big moment. My mind is racing, my anxiety is through the roof of this hotel. I’m pretty sure if I don’t stop pacing, I’m going to be greeting the guests below me soon after my feet burn a hole in this floor.

The whiskey wasn’t helping. Shit, I’ve used that one too many times as a way to numb anything and everything, I’m practically immune to it now. There was only one thing that would calm me down at this point. Only one person who quiets my thoughts and makes me feel whole. I had to see her.

I pulled out my phone and sent Y/N a text, hoping and praying that my gut was right, and she was in fact in Chicago.

•••

I need to see you. Are you here?

To anyone else, the message might be slightly vague, but I knew that she would understand. I sat the phone on the desk and pulled up the rolling chair, just staring at the screen. For 10 minutes, the damn thing only said “delivered.” She hadn’t read the message yet.

I sighed and walked towards the bathroom when my phone dinged and stopped me in my tracks. I damn near tripped over my boots on my way back to the desk in my hurry. My heart was hammering against my chest when I unlocked the screen and went to my texts.

•••

Yes. Marriott next to the arena. Room 3412.

I let out a shaky breath once I realized she was staying in this very hotel. I was on the 37th floor so we weren’t far apart. With my phone placed back in my pocket and my keycard in hand, I walked out of my room to the bank of elevators.

Some higher power had to be messing with me right now. Y/N is only 3 floors below me, but damn is this thing moving slowly. Not to mention the large group of people that got on and off every floor on the way down.

The doors slid open, and I stepped off, looking left and right trying to see which direction I needed to go. With a right then left turn, I was standing outside Y/N’s door.

When she opened it, I swore I saw an angel. She was just as beautiful as the last time I saw her almost 4 months ago. It hurt like hell and felt so good at the same time being in her presence again. I’m just thankful she even agreed to see me.

I entered her room without a word spoken between either of us. I looked around and only saw 1 bed along with 1 suitcase. She was alone. Thank God.

“I know you’re nervous, but the crowd is going to love you, Adam. They’ll be happy to have their cowboy back,” Y/N said softly.

She was leaning against the wall with her arms wrapped around her body, making me wish they were my arms around her instead. This woman knew me better than anyone, hell she knows me better than I know myself. She understands me. She accepts me. She’s always been my missing piece.

“Is it that obvious?” I asked with a nervous laugh. It was comforting and sometimes maddening that she could read me so well.

“Everything will go smoothly, and you’ll get back in the swing of things. You’re a natural. You just have to believe in yourself the way everyone else does Adam. You’ve got this. I know things aren’t ideal right now behind the scenes, but you’ll figure it out. Pick the path you want to go down and don’t look back,”

It felt like I was 20 pounds lighter hearing her words and knowing she still believes in me. I offered her my best smile while I took a moment to let her encouragement sink in. She shocked me when she walked over to me and placed her hand on my cheek. The familiar scent of her started to dance around my nose as I inhaled, it was intoxicating. It still lingered on her pillow in my bed at home.

Her fingers rubbed my beard, making me melt into her touch. Our eyes were on one another as we drank each other in.

“I’m glad the mustache is back to normal by the way. You look more like my-“ Y/N smiled before she stopped herself from saying whatever else she was going to say.

“I look more like your what, Y/N?”

Sadness flashed across her face, but she recovered quickly. She brushed a stray strand of hair away from my face while she answered me.

“My Adam. You look more like my Adam now,”

Y/N looked up at me, waiting for me to make the next move. I could tell she was afraid she had said too much, but she said everything I wanted, needed to hear. I leaned down and kissed her. I kissed her hard and I kissed her good. She tasted so fucking sweet as I slid my tongue in between her lips, savoring every second of this moment. God, I missed this. I missed her.

When I broke the kiss, her lips were already a little swollen. She tried to catch her breath as I kissed her jawline down to her neck, nipping and sucking until I found that sweet spot that made her come alive for me. My cock twitched in my jeans when she let out a breathy moan, letting me know I found my target.

I stole the moan right out of her mouth when I kissed her lips again, swallowing the sound whole and eating it up. Her fingers worked quickly to undo the buttons on my shirt, and when she slid it down my arms, the fire blazing in her eyes threatened to set the entire room on fire. Her fingertips traced along the lines of my chest, lightly grazing the scars that were scattered on the skin there before kissing them softly.

I tried my best to let her have the lead, at least for now but my resolve was fading the longer she looked at me with those lust blown eyes. Y/N unbuckled my belt, then the button and zipper before helping me shimmy my jeans down my legs and to the floor. She drug her nails gently up my thighs to my hips and up my chest, causing a shiver to run through me. She snaked her arms around my neck and splayed her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck.

I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her over to the bed. The feeling of her pressing against my hard cock through my underwear was so good and torturous at the same time. I needed her. I needed this. We needed each other.

I laid her down on the bed gently, my lips finding hers once more. She arched her back and lifted herself slightly as I pulled her shirt up to remove it, revealing her bare breast underneath. Y/N is perfect. She’s the epitome of all things good and beautiful.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen Y/N. Every inch of you is divine. I can never get enough of you,” I whispered as I made my way down her torso.

I made a trail with my lips and tongue until I reached the hem of her pants. I hooked my fingers underneath the band and tugged while she lifted her ass off the bed to let me pull them off. Her underwear was next and ended up in the pile on the floor with our other discarded clothes. Y/N watched me intently as I spread her legs wide and positioned myself in between them.

“I’ve tasted your lips, but now I want to taste the rest of you sweetheart. Let me pleasure you, take what you need from my mouth. I don’t plan on stopping until I hear you cum,”

The gasp she let out the second I dove in made me stiffen even more. My boxers were feeling tighter and tighter with each minute that passed.

Every swipe and flick of my tongue against her clit was bringing her closer and closer to her release. I licked and lapped around her while I pumped my fingers in and out of her. Her moans were sugary sweet and satisfying, I couldn’t help but groan against her sensitive bud. Y/N intertwined her fingers in my hair, lightly pulling and tugging while her hips bucked and pressed herself even more against my tongue.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs when she finally came, holding her in place as I licked and sucked her through her release. She squirmed and moaned as each tremor wracked her body. I placed a kiss on her inner thigh before sitting up and pulling her to me. Our centers collided, making us both blow out a rush of air as my cock slid around her wet folds.

I refrained from pushing myself all the way into her. I wanted to draw things out as long as I could before we couldn’t take it anymore. My mouth took in one of her nipples while my hand played with the other. My teeth grazed the pink bud, my tongue following afterwards before I sucked it into my mouth and released it. I kissed my way over to her other stiff peak, taking it into my mouth to continue my teasing.

“A-Adam please. I want you; I need to feel all of you. Please,” Y/N’s plea was nothing more than a breathy murmur.

She was ready for me, and I was so ready for her. I reached between our bodies and lined myself up with her entrance, my breath catching in my throat as the head of my cock rested against the soft inner lining of her pussy. If I could bottle this feeling up, I would so I could enjoy it any time I wanted to.

My forearms supported most of my weight as I inched myself inside of her. Y/N felt incredible, so tight and so warm against me. So wet and so perfect for me. Her walls stretched around me, eventually giving me full access and allowing me to be fully sheathed. I started moving against her slowly at first before increasing my speed.

Our bodies worked together in perfect harmony as we both chased euphoria. Y/N dug her nails into my back whenever I hit her sweet spot, her eyes fluttered closed when I leaned down and kissed her neck. We were both panting and sweaty and so completely lost in each other.

“Darlin, you’ve been so good for me. So, fucking good. I can feel how close you are. Let yourself go sweetheart,” I whispered against the shell of her ear.

Y/N pressed her heels into my ass, bringing us even closer together as I continued thrusting, much deeper now. I felt her flutter around my cock, and I knew she was done for. I watched as the most incredible woman I’ve ever known fell apart beneath me. Her lips parted and her sweet voice cried out my name. Her legs twitched and her cheeks flushed while her body absorbed every ounce of pleasure her orgasm brought.

I’ve never wanted time to stand still as badly as I do right now. Y/N completely blissed out and me seconds behind her. Both of us so fucking high off one another we may never come back down from it. My release detonated, wave after wave of satisfaction crashed against every part of me as I thrusted erratically. I grunted into Y/N’s chest as each rope of my cum filled her until I had nothing left.

It was minutes before I could bring myself to pull out of her. Part of it was because it just felt so damn good being inside of her, but the other part was because I wasn’t sure what would happen between us next. I couldn’t help but feel sentimental during this intimate moment, my thoughts and feelings threatened to drown me when they came flooding back into my mind.

Once I was lying on my back with Y/N resting her head on my chest, she worked her magic again. The warmth of her skin against mine mixed with the feeling of being completely sated, she put an end to my thoughts and worries. The noise in my head was now quiet. She did all this without even trying!

Not long after I pulled the covers over both of us, we fell into a peaceful sleep. I held her through most of the night before we repositioned, and our limbs ended up tangled together. There’s no way for me to ever thank her properly for all that she’s done for me and continues to do. I know I’ll spend the rest of forever trying my best to show her just how grateful I really am. Months ago I made the biggest mistake of my life letting her go. Tonight felt like a second chance, a fresh start. I had to do whatever I could to make her mine again.

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salty-autistic-writer · 20 days ago

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Had an idea so I wrote this: After Evan's speech at the graveyard, Tommy is ready to forget Billy Boils. But then he trips and falls right back into "What if it's a curse"? (Season 8 episode 5 spoilers!) - Link to AO3 1

Accidents happen all the time. Usually, though, you don’t see them coming.

Tommy didn’t think the day would end like this. He is looking forward to leaving the graveyard and going home to some cuddling and TV. Now that Evan thinks he broke the curse, surely they can leave Billy Boils behind and focus on … nicer things again. So he thinks.

Too bad Tommy is too focused on the near future to watch his steps.

One moment he’s jogging after Evan, the other he’s falling, flailing, trying to catch himself just a little too late. And hits the ground face-forward.

“Tommy!” Evan calls out, hurrying back to him. “Are you okay?” Tommy sits up, wiping earth from his mouth. “I’m fine.” But he does feel very humiliated.

Evan stares down at him wide-eyed and open-mouthed. “Oh God,” he croaks. “I passed it on to you!”

Tommy blinks. “What?”

“The curse! Now you have it too! Oh, he’s so angry. So vengeful …” Evan’s eyes flicker back to Billy Boils’ grave.

“There was a hole in the ground and I tripped,” Tommy says dryly. “There’s nothing cursed about being clumsy, Evan.”

“Oh yeah?” Evan says ominously. “And what if Billy Boils is mad at you for laughing? Or … or what if he decided to go after people I care about? What if this is only the beginning?!”

Tommy doesn’t know what to say. He stands up, brushing dirt off his suit. “Do you think we should talk to him again?” He asks dryly.

But Evan is already walking back to the grave. Tommy shakes his head and sighs in defeat. So they are back at the start. Great. 2

It turns out it is, indeed, only the beginning.

In a matter of a week, during which Evan’s boils slowly heal and fade, Tommy suffers through a whole row of accidents. And at some point, it really isn’t funny anymore.

He stubs his toe in the morning. He pours hot tea over his arm. He cuts his finger while cooking. And he slips while stepping out of the shower, hitting his head and biting on his tongue. Hard enough it starts bleeding, filling his mouth with iron.

“It won’t stop bleeding,” he gasps, grimacing at the taste and reaching for the back of his head feeling the bump already growing there.

“Who are we gonna call?” Evan asks, raising a brow and already holding the phone to his ear. Which, by now, is kind of a routine really.

Tommy sighs, pressing his eyes shut. “Eddie.”

“That’s right,” Evan says, and then calls, “Hey, Eddie! We got another one!” 3

“Man. I’m always happy to help, you know that. But you really have to take better care of yourself,” Eddie tells Tommy dryly while checking for concussion by holding a light into Tommy’s eyes. “Both of you have to,” he adds, raising a brow and looking at Evan, who immediately stops chuckling and tries to look serious.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Tommy mutters, obeying when Eddie asks him to follow his finger with his eyes. “I’m usually not that clumsy.”

Evan makes a noise. But Tommy won’t have it. He raises a hand, glaring at Evan. “No. It’s not Billy Boils. I’m not cursed. I’m just … having bad luck.”

“Isn’t that kind of the same thing though?” Evan asks, tilting his head. Damn. He’s too cute to be angry at him.

Eddie groans. “Please. Don’t tell me you are still obsessed with Billy Boils. Guys. The thing has been buried. Literally. There’s no curse. There’s only being more careful and not accidentally killing yourself while taking a shower or making pasta for your boyfriend, alright?”

“Alright,” Tommy mutters.

“Okay, you don’t have a concussion,” Eddie declares. “Cool that bump on your head and put the balm on your tongue. Eating is going to hurt a while, but the swelling should go down soon.”

“Okay. Thanks,” Tommy says, already dreading eating with his warm swollen aching tongue. That’s a shame. He loves food. Especially when it’s food Evan made.

“You’re very welcome.” Eddie sighs and puts his hands on his hips. “I know I’m kind of your private medic right now. But you guys think we could have, I don’t know, a normal evening of watching a movie together and eating pizza or something?”

“Sure,” Evan says, exchanging a glance with Tommy. “Anytime.”

Tommy knows what’s Evan thinking. Eddie’s empty house just got too loud. Tommy can relate. He’s happy if he can help a friend. 4

Just two days after the tongue and head incident, Tommy gets a migraine so bad, he can’t even get out of bed.

Every kind of light is hurting him even more, so Evan pulls the curtains closed. “Are you sure we shouldn’t go to the ER?” He asks concerned, looking at Tommy, who’s curled up in bed, his eyes squeezed shut and hands balled into fists as he shudders through the waves of agony.

“No,” Tommy gasps and even that single word is enough to send another white hot flash of pain through his head. “Okay,” Evan says, chewing on his lip. “I looked up what helps with migraines. I can make you a cold compress and we can let you inhale some oils and I can give you a massage. Uh, but first, I’m going to get you more pillows and blankets.”

And a part of Tommy wants to tell Evan to stop. He’s an adult. He should be able to take care of himself. Like he’s used to.

But the other part just wants to sink into the care. Wants to lean into touch. It’s so nice to have someone think about what he can do to help. Someone who worries. Someone who wants to help make him feel better. Someone who loves him.

That’s kind of scary. But right now, Tommy is too exhausted to care. So he allows himself to accept Evan’s several attempts to make the migraine go away. The massage helps. Tommy almost falls asleep during it. But he still hears Evan rambling. It’s nice. Nice to hear his voice. He can tell that Evan is taking care he doesn’t talk too loudly. “You know, I don’t really think you’re cursed. I mean. That would be horrible, right? To think that the curse passed from me to you … No, it was just a little funny. Until the painful stuff started, of course. That wasn't funny at all. I don’t want to see you in pain. Guess you really had bad luck this week. It will pass. And I’m here to take care of you. You were taking care of me with my shoulder and the boils and that was nice. I really appreciate it, you know? I hope I can take care of you too. I really want to. And thanks for listening to me. I think I can be a little bit too much with the … Well. When I get invested, I kind of can’t stop.”

“You’re never too much for me,” Tommy mutters, not opening his eyes. Evan’s fingers falter in their rhythm for a brief moment until they continue massaging Tommy’s temples. Tommy smiles when Evan gives him a gentle kiss on his forehead. He already feels better. And he’s so, so ready to forget Billy Boils.

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mrs-gucci · 2 years ago

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Autopilot

Commander Mills x copilot!female Reader

whew, it’s been so long since I’ve written anything! it’s nice to dust off the old skills and write some steamy smut for the newest (and one of the sexiest!) Adam characters. I missed writing, so it’s really nice to be back :)

(also, two fics in one day?!?! crazy!!)

warnings. SMUT (18+ ONLY), possible 65 movie spoilers (but not anything important), oral sex (m receiving), oh so much dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie.

word count: 896

summary~ Instead of getting some sleep, you and Mills have other ideas for the peaceful autopilot period.

** CLICKING “KEEP READING” MEANS YOU UNDERSTAND & ACKNOWLEDGE ALL OF THE WARNINGS LISTED ABOVE AND ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOUR CONTENT CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. MINORS DNI. **

The ship hums smoothly as it cuts across the deep void of space. All the passengers are safely contained in their cryogenic pods, so the ship is quiet, almost unnervingly so.

Well, it was quiet. Not so much anymore.

Mills let out a soft groan as your lips wrapped around the head of his hardened shaft, giving it a little suck and running your tongue over him. His head tilts back while his hands smooth over your skull, gripping the back of your hair gently.

One advantage of being in a ship with no conscious passengers is that there’s no need to hold anything back. You two have already done this several times and damn, it feels good to let go.

“Shit,” he grunts, hips lifting slightly off the small cot. “That’s good, right there...mmm.”

It hasn’t taken you long to figure out how to please the Commander. He really just needs to destress, to take his mind off things. Most of the time he wanted to be in control, and you’re more than okay with that, but you definitely enjoy moments like these too.

You hum, taking more and more of him into your mouth until you can’t fit anymore. He lets out a gruff grunt, licking his lips and rubbing your head while you move up and down.

“God you’re good at this,” he breathes, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Haven’t had my dick sucked like this in a long fucking time, sweetheart.”

“Mm — well as your copilot, my job is to assist you throughout this mission, so I’m more than happy to help however I can.”

Mills chuckles and leans back a bit, watching you as you pleasure him with your mouth. A few breathy curses pass through his lips, growing in frequency as his orgasm builds.

Just before you bring him to climax, he pushes you off gently, catching his breath and recomposing himself. His eyes don’t leave yours, not even when he suddenly lunges forward and tosses you on the bed before flipping you over onto your stomach. His large arm wraps around your middle and yanks you up onto all fours, pressing your body flush against his.

His hips press forward, hardened length pushing up against your backside while his lips hover next to your ear.

“I can’t wait to get inside this pussy of yours,” he purrs, pushing down your pants while still continuing to grind himself on you. “You always take me so well, mm, I love fucking your brains out. Are you gonna stay nice and still for me, gonna let me fuck you stupid until I fill your little hole?”

You let out a pathetic whimper at his words, a plague of goosebumps spreading to your arms and down your legs. He smirks, teasing the skin of your neck with his scratchy beard as he frees his thick, lengthy arousal and lines up with your entrance.

He notches in a bit, allowing you a taste of what’s to come before pushing all the way in, forcing you open around him. You moan softly, shuddering with lust. His breathing is heavy in your ear, soft grunts and growls slowly melting your already muddy brain. Sex with Mills always essentially wipes your mind, only able to think about him and feel his body as it combines with yours over and over again.

“Fuck...s-so fuckin’ tight...” Mills groans in your ear, exhaling shakily. “How are you still this t-tight after I’ve pounded you so many fffuuucking times? Can’t get enough of my big cock, is that it?”

You nod quickly. “There’s n-no such thing as too much of a good thing.”

He laughs at that, giving your ass a playful but firm smack. Your walls flutter and clench around his cock, drawing a rare deep, throaty moan from the Commander.

“Atta girl, make me cum,” he says, panting against your neck. “Make me give you my load, sweetheart.”

Hearing the Commander absolutely lose his usual uptight and composed demeanor is more erotic than anything in the whole galaxy. He’s surrendering, letting himself be taken over by the pleasure building inside his body and god, just that sight alone could make you cum.

“Ohh fuuuuck, Mills! Fuck m-me, mmm, keep going!”

His hips quicken their pace, causing his length to start hitting that sensitive spot on your walls. You moan loudly, jaw slacking as your orgasm builds rapidly.

One, two, three more thrusts and his hips are slammed up against your backside, deep moans and breaths echoing in your ear as he spills inside of you.

“Mmm, mmm, f-fuck…”

Your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling of his warmness painting your insides. But just as your orgasm begins to fade, he wraps his arm around and runs his fingers over your clit, causing your hips to rut forward at the contact.

“Now it’s your turn,” he says, nipping at your neck. “Show me what you’ve got, sweetheart.”

“O-Oh fuck—“

Mills’ fingers suddenly move at what feels like lightening speed and it sends you right over the edge, drawing a soft cry from your lips as your insides spark and buzz with orgasm.

“F-Fuck!”

Suddenly, a loud crash booms around you and the ship lurches, vibrating with impact. You both look at each other for a moment before rushing to get re-dressed.

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joels6string · 2 years ago

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dear santa,

i mean, dear kate* 🫣

can i wish a very spicy joel miller story? as if the ones you wrote weren’t spicy and perfect enough… BUT! maybe something like enemies to lovers?

i actually have no idea what i’m asking. you’re the mastermind here. anything joel related, i want it on my desk 😮‍💨🫶

Merry Angst-mas for this one. I swear the other prompts are very lighthearted and happy. Like, Joel ice skating, and modern AU snowstorm hero... don't give up on me 😂

Damned If I Do

Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: You hate him, he hates you. It's as simple as that, right?

Rating: E

Word Count: 3.1k

Content: Enemies to lovers. The two main food groups: Smut and Sad. Creator has chosen to not give content warnings, read at your own risk.

“You give a shit about me, Miller?” you asked, trying to taunt but only sounding as desperate as he did. Despite his words over the months you’d known him, his actions had certainly always told a different story, one he was trying to keep from pouring free right now. “Tryin’ not to.” “Why’s that?” “Lovin’ me’s a curse.”

The mood was somber, even more so than usual. It was December, the frigid winter air whipping through the Boston quarantine zone, the dilapidated building you were currently holed up in doing little to keep you from its stinging bite.

“You gonna be a god damn liability again this time?” The voice made your skin crawl.

“Merry Christmas to you too,” you grumbled under your breath, it was no use arguing with him.

Tess had gone ahead to negotiate the terms of your impending deal, leaving you and Joel to wait for the upcoming weapons haul pickup that had been looming over your head for days. You’d chosen Christmas Eve in hopes that the military personnel surrounding every wall of the zone would be scarce, on holiday leave, doing something other than their damn worthless jobs for once. Not that there was shit to celebrate anyway.

“I asked you a question,” he barked in response to your muttering, his face severe when you dared a peek at it.

“I don’t know, Miller,” you sneered, “Just let them take me out this time and put us both out of our fucking misery, huh?”

“I’d never hear the end of it.”

Tess would give him an earful. Sometimes you thought the threat of Tess’ wrath was the only thing keeping you alive, this was doing enough to prove that to be true. When the woman in question returned to you and him on opposite sides of the room facing your respective walls, she sternly reminded you both that lives were on the line. Now wasn’t the time for bickering and your heads belonged in the game, not your asses. You both begrudgingly agreed.

When it came down to it, it was your turn to put a bullet between the eyes of someone that had Joel by the throat long enough to make his vision blacken at the fringe, the ice beneath his cheek brutal and sharp as he fell to the ground with a huff.

“You’re welcome,” you snapped, stepping over his gasping body without so much as a glance down, his furious snarl still audible over the winds.

It had been a setup, of course, hunters almost picking the three of you off when you got to the abandoned drop zone.

“Thought you negotiated this shit, Tess!?” Joel barked, throwing his bloodied baseball bat onto the ground with a heavy thud, “We come out here just for a quick shoot out and frostbite or you got somethin’ else up those sleeves of yours?”

“I thought it was sound!” she snapped back, guilt heavy in her voice as she accepted her error in ways Joel could never.

“Yeah, Merry fuckin’ Christmas–”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Joel,” you interjected, exasperated, cold, and perturbed beyond a reasonable limit, “You wouldn’t have done any fucking better–”

“I would have made damn sure I wasn’t bringin’ either of you to a god damn ambush! That’s what I woulda done!”

“Well, you were a great help tonight–”

Your words were cut short by a hand clamping over your mouth, the frozen sharp tip of a knife knicking into the soft skin of your throat. The ice scattered throughout the cracked pavement made it impossible to get your footing as you were dragged backward, your heart pounding as you watched Joel’s eyes widen in panic, his revolver drawn and aimed, his gaze begging for a clear shot. Looks like he’d get his Christmas wish after all.

There was no use in fighting it, if anything having the warmth of a body pressed behind you would have you one less step from miserable as you took your last breaths. You hoped he made it quick, you weren’t in the damn mood for games or semantics. Joel wouldn’t trade a dirty sock for your life, but that look in his eyes before you were pulled from his sight had certainly been unexpected.

He and Tess had probably run off, who knew who else was coming, this man couldn’t be alone. They were smart to do so. Ammo was running low, stamina even lower, and even at their best, they couldn’t take out another squadron of hunters. You’d made it 15 years in this God-forsaken world, it was a lot more than most could boast. Somehow dying at the filthy hands of this human felt worse than getting infected, at least those monsters didn’t know any better.

Even through the thick canvas of your jacket, you felt the burn of the pavement scraping your elbows, your hiss of discomfort pulling a sneering smile.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, and you curled your lip as your eyes rolled, Joel's voice echoing in your head, ‘Don’t gimme that sass.”

Had it been an hour? Maybe two? You couldn’t tell. The darkness was unforgiving and unwavering, the cold setting into your bones as you shivered knees to your chest in an attempt to preserve your body heat. You’d be dead by morning from hypothermia alone. Gunshots rang out, screams and cries, yelps, glass shattering. What the fuck? What kind of hell zone was this? Crawling to peer around the old metal shipping container you’d been stashed in, your curious gaze was met with the sight of Joel Miller bashing at your captor’s head with a brick, blood splattered across his face, eyes alight with rage.

“Joel…” you gasped through numbed lips, you’d never been happier to see that sour face in your life, his expression softening as the man in his grasp fell to the ground in a gory heap.

“There you are,” you sighed, “Let’s go. Can you walk?”

His heavy coat he’d slipped over your shoulders swallowed you whole as you led you through the still hunter-infested maze. Ducking behind crates and in abandoned buildings, he had the exact route mapped to have you free and clear within minutes, the walls of Boston greeting you just as the feeling had returned to the tips of your toes. He was silent on the route back, his eyes flicking over his shoulder to ensure you were safely behind him periodically, the sphere emanating from your flashlight highlighting the silver hairs streaking through the black on the back of his head.

“Stop,” he instructed, tanks driving by as a new congregation of troops gathered right outside the final building that led to safety, “Shit. This might be as far as we get til dawn.”

“Great,” you scoffed.

“Let’s go up, keep eyes on ‘em.”

With enemies so close, a fire was out of the question, your chattering teeth and tensed muscles hard to ignore as you stared at the hulking form staring out the shattered window.

“Joel…” you finally sounded, his head ticking towards you the only acknowledgment you received, “Why’d you come back?”

“If anyone’s gonna kill ya, it’s gonna be me,” he teased, a puff of breath glowing in the moonlight leaking in around him, “and now we’re even.”

“We’re even…”

Of course it was about evening the score. You’d saved his life, he’d saved yours, though you were almost positive you were still deep in his debt. It wasn’t often Joel needed a helping hand. He was as formidable as he was cold, that stony expression rarely breaking. Except it had, tonight. You hadn’t forgotten.

“Joel…” you called again, his body turning now to face you pathetically shivering in the corner. You hoped he didn’t make you ask, it was already mortifying insinuating it.

“I got you,” he cooed, leaving his post and gesturing for you to lean forward as he approached, nestling in behind you, legs on either side caging you in, his arms wrapping around your middle as you nestled back against him.

Even in nothing but a worn-out flannel, he was warm, your sigh of relief drawing a muted chuckle from his chest as you melted in his hold. Bygones could be bygones, the chill you swore would be permanent dissipating with each deep breath you were now able to take. It had been years since you’d been this close to another human in a non-threatening manner, the first time someone cradled you against them, allowing you a moment of solace and safety. You’d never expected to find that safety here, in these arms.

“You can sleep,” he permitted, your body immediately accepting the offer and drifting off, your head lolling beneath his chin as his thick beard caught on your hair.

Gray light filled the dingy room as your eyes fluttered open. You were sweating now, your neck straining beneath a heavy weight settled on your head, heavy breaths echoing in your ear. Joel. He was asleep behind you, his cheek resting on you from where you’d spent your night pressed into him, his arms still tightly wrapped around you even passed out cold. At the first twitch of your head, he was rousing, grunting as he became alert once again.

Shifting enough to peer up at him, you watched his hazel eyes wake in the eerie glow of dawn before they locked with yours, the stone chipped away just enough to reveal a glimmer of vulnerability.

“Why you lookin’ at me like that?” he asked softly, keeping the proximity you’d woken in instead of pulling away like you’d expected him to.

All you could muster was a shrug, his plush lips too close for you to concentrate.

“I can’t do this…” he whimpered, his tone stabbing you right in the chest, “Stop making me give a shit about you.”

“Tryin’ not to.”

“Why’s that?”

“Lovin’ me’s a curse.”

That didn’t matter. You’d danced with the devil already, what was one more tango? His hair was softer than you thought it would be when your fingers weaved into the strands on the back of his head, pulling his lips to yours in a daring risk of affection. You weren’t sure what shocked you more, your bravery or the fact that he greedily accepted your kiss, one large palm splaying across your stomach that was currently churning with something you hadn’t felt in over a decade.

It was all teeth and pressure, tongues wrestling as you tugged him closer by the hold on his hair, his body turning to face yours and press you down onto the cold wood of the floor, one hand cupping the back of your head to save it from the splintering surface. Your hands started on his belt first, your mouths still devouring the other as months of pent-up tension and hidden desires spilled over, your lungs selfishly inhaling his carnal groan as you gripped his cock as it sprang free and dragged your fist along his impressive length. Control was forgotten as you leaned up and captured his bottom lip again, his mind unable to focus on both your mouth and your hand as you continued to tug, his reciprocating kiss always slightly too late as his hips began to rock into your hold.

“Turn,” he commanded, his voice giving no room for objection, “S’too cold for any other way.”

As much as you wanted to argue, he was right. You obeyed, presenting yourself to him on all fours before your jeans were pulled just past the swell of your ass, his hands squeezing at your searing globes voraciously. You wished you could see his face. Slick fingers swiped over your pulsing hole, swirling spit around to ease his plunge into your waiting depths. You were quivering with anticipation, a stark contrast from last night as every inch of you burned now even in the subzero December temperatures.

Even if you wanted to stop it, you wouldn’t have been able to contain the lewd cry that erupted as you stretched around him. The feeling of his shaft slowly slipping inside of you made you realize just how soaked you were, his path unhindered on its way into the deepest parts of your body. You knew he could feel it, too, his hands shaking where they held you in place around your waist, breaths audibly ragged as he bottomed out.

“Shush now, darlin’,” he soothed, once again stroking over the plushness of your hips, “I can’t kill a man in this state.”

If that was intended to calm you down, he’d failed. Your cunt clenched around him so tightly he chuckled gruffly, pulling out and snapping his hips back against your ass just hard enough to have you jerking forward and keening, your teeth sinking into the sleeve of his jacket still loosely hanging on your much smaller frame. It didn’t take long for his pace to regulate, hard and fast just as you expected him to be, your arousal leaking down your inner thighs as he pinpointed the velvety patch decorating your inner wall, his precision just as accurate as he was with a rifle.

The limitations were agonizing. You wanted more. You wanted to marvel at the way his lips were parted and the hazel of his eyes swallowed by blackened lust, grip his chest and his neck, swallow his muted whines, and whisper how fucking good he felt into the soft, scarred skin of his neck. Pressure was building immeasurably quick, his rough fingers now rubbing circles over your clit leaving you nothing but a boneless heap in his hands. He was holding you upright now, your body limp for him to use as he saw fit, but the only thing he chased was your release.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he urged, “just let it go for me.”

Who were you to deny him anything? You clamped down around him as the elastic band in your belly finally snapped, shockwaves electrifying every nerve from the tips of your toes to the top of your skull, your eyes rolling back in your head as you chanted his name like a prayer. He followed not long after, pulling out with a roar and emptying onto an old rag he’d grabbed from the floor, his chest heaving as he moaned in relief. You wanted to scramble over to him, kiss his cheek, temple, eye, forehead, anything you could reach as he finished in the absence of your warmth, but you were too spent, too delirious, too thoroughly fucked to move quickly enough.

“Joel…” you whimpered, searching for him in the still-dim space, your hand reaching up and waiting for his fingers to intertwine with, “Joel…”

“I’m right here,” he answered as he gave you what you were searching for, his lips pressing to the back of your palm as he pulled you back into his chest, “We need to go. Tess’ll be worried.”

When you returned, you didn’t need to tell Tess what had transpired, she could tell. But even with her deduced knowledge, she kept her lips sealed. Maybe she knew Joel would tuck and run the moment he was caught, or that he’d recognize what a liability this was in a world such as this. A liability he’d come to terms with faster than he would have liked.

Two months later as February began to slide into March, a hoard of infected was an unexpected addition to your supply run. It was just you and him, it was meant to be simple, and it was, or so he thought.

“Let’s go,” he panted, “More’ll come. We can go another day without.”

“Joel…” you mewled, tears welling in your eyes as he continued to scout the area, “Joel!”

“What? Sweetheart, we gotta go.”

“You gotta go.”

“What the hell are you talk–”

Part of you wished you’d never told him. That you’d run off into the woods and let the last image you had of him be with his revolver in one hand and a machete in the other, doing what he did best with his brute strength and unmatched finesse. Because now, now you’d die with the snapshot of his horror-stricken face staring down at your outstretched palm, frozen, in denial, and forlorn.

“The hell is that?” he asked as if you’d have another explanation.

“You know what it is,” you replied, swallowing your own sorrow, he needed you to be strong now.

“No. No. No, that’s…that’s somethin’ else.”

“Stop–”

“Tell me it’s somethin’ else.”

“Joel, please!”

The way he muttered Jesus fucking Christ under his breath as he turned was the final swing on your shattering resolve, a hand dragging down his face as the other dropped to his hip, his blade plummeting to the pavement with a shrill clang as he let it fall from his grip. You stood still as a statue, watching him come to terms with those teeth marks pierced into the hand that had cupped his jaw so tenderly this morning as he’d kissed you awake.

“I warned you,” he finally said, turning to reveal his soaked cheeks and reddening eyes, “I told you I was a curse.”

“That really what you want to talk about right now?” you pressed, your chest burning as you fought the sobs clawing to get free.

“What do you want me to do?”

Your final wish. It wasn’t hard to decipher what he meant, one of you had to do it.

“I can do it,” you assured, puffing your chest out in a masquerade of bravery and strength, he could see right through it, his brow furrowing as he shook his head.

“No you can’t,” he resigned after clearing his throat and repressing the rage and grief already surging through him, pulling his pistol from the back of his waistband, “Lay down, I can’t watch you fall.”

“Joel, I can–”

“Just…do it.”

The grass was cool against your cheek, its soft caresses weren’t the worst things to feel with your final breaths. Your tears decorated the blades like the dew drops not due for another few months, your heart thudding between your chest and the ground, Joel’s footsteps somehow in tune with every slam of it against your sternum.

Where you expected the muzzle of a pistol, you felt his large palm stroking gently over the back of your head, his lips pressing to your hair one last time and lingering as the wound on your hand pulsed like a warning beacon. You knew you still had time, but the urgency had begun to eat you alive with every dragging second.

“Get on with it, Miller,” you pushed, refusing to give him your eyes, he’d hesitate. You knew that. “Waiting won’t make it any easier.”

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, he was crying again, “I’m sorry…” and that was the last thing you heard before the click of a trigger.

Joel Miller Masterlist

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jasmyluv · 2 years ago

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016. Delicate

wc: 0.7k

“Scara, hi!” You greet the man in front of you.

“Hi, [Name].” He greets you back, putting his phone in his pocket. He looks you up and down, observing your outfit.

“You look nice.” he so casually compliments you. You must say, you could feel your cheeks warm. What a strange occurrence.

“Thank you.” You utter, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Where’d you want to go? You ask him, looking at him with interest, waiting for his response.

“It’s almost sunset, I know a place.” Before you can reply, he takes your hand in his and starts speed-walking on the sidewalk. If others were to see this, they would’ve thought you two were dating, hm.

“Damn, why are you walking so fast?” You ask him, panting. Even if you two were hand-in-hand, you had a hard time catching up with his speed, he’s a bit too swift for his short height.

“To catch the sun set, duh.” His cockiness didn’t seem to change. What a shame.

You both ended up at an abandoned parking lot with many floors, how’d he find this place? If you were being honest, you were frightened by this setting, cobwebs and cockroaches everywhere, ew. There isn’t any trash anywhere, that was a relief.

“Here.” You suddenly hear Scaramouche’s voice. You walk beside him by the edge of the building, you were both staring at the mild orange sky at the top of the car park.

“Wow…” You’re awestruck, it was the first time in a while that you breathed so freely. As if you didn’t have a shit ton of pressure put on you to always be number one, to always be perfect. It’s just you, him, and the fresh air that surrounds you.

“Sit.” Scaramouche interrupts you looking at the sky to invite you to sit down at the edge of the building, your legs dangling.

“How’d you find this place?” You ask quietly, almost like a whisper escaping in to the wind.

“I was out with Childe and Signora. We saw this place while looking for a place to sit down.” He briefly explains. “Ah.” You respond, continuing to look at the view in front of you.

“So… Tell me. How’s you know, your life?” You ask him. Truth be told, in the few weeks he’s been your friend, you haven’t heard much about his life.

“Well, me and Ei still live together, surprisingly. She’s dating Yae, they’ve been hanging out a lot, thank god.” You’re rather surprised he still lives with his mother, you thought he would’ve run away.

“Oh? Auntie’s dating someone? Good for her.” You say, seeing the sun slowly lower as the moon rises.

“So, what about you?” He asks you this time. You sit there thinking about your life. It’s been, more or less, the same since he left.

“Uh, it’s fine, I guess. I have some new friends, my mom’s still pressuring me, it's been driving me crazy. I also have you in my life again.” You didn’t mean to let that last part slip, oops.

“Hm, well. You can’t always wish for everything to go your way, it’s triggering, but you just have to accept it. All you can do is just do it, and hope for the best.” He says, looking at the auburn sky he came with you to see.

“You’re right. But, I can’t accept it. It’s been years since I’ve felt true happiness. Even with my friends, some part of me felt empty. I can’t point it out, nor can I even fill the void.” You sigh, remembering the times you felt this “true happiness”.

“I’m sure you’ll find it soon, [Name]. You’ll never know when you meet the person that will crowd the empty hole.” How is he always right?

“... Thank you, Kuni. I’m glad you’re back in my life. You were the only person I could trust. Everyone seems to suffocate me. But when I’m with you, I can breathe freely with no limitations.” You express. You truly were grateful he’s there again.

“You’re welcome, [Name].” He says, sitting closer to where you were at. You lay your head on his shoulder, admiring the moon’s glow and the many stars that surround it.

It's been years since you've last talked like this. Though he was prideful and cocky, he's still the Kuni that was there for you, through your ups and downs.

That night, you both talk and talk, laughing at every pun and joke you made, thankful that this moment is happening.

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Of All People… - scaramouche x fem!reader smau

SYNOPSIS When you, a student who finds her best friend admits the terrors of high school. A best friend who've you'd hated ever since he left. Of all people, why was he the one to make you swoon, a person you swore to hate?

Fun facts!

Scaramouche is very observant. Ergo, he will notice every little thing about you. From your change in style to the way you hold your bag.

You're surprised he still lives with Ei because he always used to talk back and disobey her.

Ei is girlie pop!!

Scaramouche is a natural at giving advice that digs deep down your mind, it stays with you for weeks

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aro-geo-turtle · 7 months ago

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OH MY GOD I HAD NO IDEA IT WAS DROPPING TODAY I THOUGHT IT WASNT COMING FOR ANOTHER WEEK AT LEAST

SCREW YOU SLEEP SCHEDULE ITS MALEVOLENT PART 41 TIME

Omg I’m so scared I’m so fucking scared

Arthur screaming at Kayne, what a beginning

Divorce time hehehe…ow

John baby 😭😭😭😭 all is forgiven on my front!!! I love you! Ahhhhhhh I think he’s finally airing out a bunch of stuff that’s been building up inside for a while. Owwwww

I wonder if projecting again is going to be as easy as they’re assuming it’s going to be. It was kinda a heat of battle thing. Either way, the physical toll on Arthur is a good cost to balance it out story wise

This is why John and Arthur work so well together, they fight but in the process they get all their feelings out there and communicated. They don’t let secrets and resentments fester without confronting them

And then they pack their shit up and work together, even when still angry. John’s voice when he tells Arthur that it’s ok 😭 because describing surroundings, looking for shelter and directing Arthur on how to get there is familiar territory, he knows how to do that and do it well so it’s all going to be ok now 😭

Jfbdjdb Arthur reaching for a light switch. Yeah this is going to take some adjustment

Aaaaand a monster already, yay! …wait a second. Jfbjdbdbfbdbdbb omg. An owl!! It’s the bathroom mirror all over again

John is finally able to openly talk about his time in the dark world 🥺

But also Arthur telling him he gets its a hard topic and he doesn’t have to when he’s not ready 🥺 and what we were all thinking, that he would have forgiven John for the deal

PET OWL PET OWL. Come on they deserve it! And I did not expect Arthur to be a huge owl nerd lol that’s so unexpected and wonderful

Welcome Alexander the Owl to the party! I’m so happy about this.

Spooky claustrophobic crack already, huh? Wonderful. S4 was a reprieve from the caves and it couldn’t possibly last any longer. And of course it looks like a mouth. Why not.

Ok writing down this broach description cause it’ll probably be important or metaphorical later: two gazelles, the baby escapes while the parent is eaten by a lion, angry snake in a tree in the background. Weird. A snake in a tree immediately makes me think garden of eden symbolism…

Please don’t enter the spooky crack guys.

No you’re going to fall off the ladder you guys fall down every hole and break every staircase/ladder you go on yep yep that’s exactly what I meant.

Omg letters. They’re going to find Oscar’s letter oh gosh I’m going to cry noooo Oscar’s letter was ruined????

They didn’t lose the gun for once??? Damn. And this is going to be far more advanced weapons tech than this era, this could be super helpful!

Wait Oscar’s letter??? It’s ok??? And they remember him???

Into the crack we go! Damn they’re both getting poetic now

These two spend far too much time in caves for a claustrophobe and a nyctophobe

Flesh! Wonderful! Is this thing actually a mouth?!??

Mmmmmmm ahhhhh what is happening????? This is very freaky! Oh no oh no was that an egg sac???? Ahhhh nope nope nope nope the sounds are not making this better! My only consolation is that it isn’t spiders, I was very scared about that for a sec!

Two paths is diverge in a yellow wood evil flesh cave…

John does seem to have gotten a lot better about his fear of the dark, I guess he’s just had to deal with it enough and been in enough situations where the darkness is actually helpful to get better.

Trapped in a cave with skeletons. Oh not only that, it’s a dungeon! Oh! Oh no! Can we help this guy???

Aaaand that’s where we leave off. Oof. Imma need to process this one. If I can stop laughing about Arthur being an owl nerd lol

#malevolent #malevolent liveblog #malevolent spoilers #malevolent part 41

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cockslutpadalecki · 2 years ago

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It’s Chemicals That Make Me Cling To You

Summary: It’s clear how you both feel about each other, but you’re both too stubborn— too afraid to voice what you fear most.

Characters: Joel Miller x F!Reader.

Words: 1.4K.

Warnings: heavy angst, smut with feelings, age gap relationship, vaginal sex, a dash of daddy kink, multiple orgasms, 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: This was meant to be filth, but the angst gods weren’t happy. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

Joel hasn’t spoken to you in days. Literal days. And that’s not even by your standards of over-exaggeration.

At first you don’t care— thankful for a moment of peace from his berating voice. And on the surface, you keep up appearances— not wanting to show him you hate the silence. Hate the way he still manages to chide you with just a look.

Once dawn breaks on day three, you’ve had enough.

One tiny stupid decision leads to another. And then one more, the snowball effect apparent as Joel finds you holed up in the basement of the hotel, infected dead scattered at your feet.

You beg for the silence back when he opens his mouth.

How could you be so stupid?

Think you can handle surviving on your own?

You almost got yourself bit.

He kicks a body out of his way as you snip back, “Well, I didn’t,” like a fucking child.

“And if you had? What would you have done?” Joel asks, retreating to re-hoister his gun.

“Spare me the fuckin’ lecture,” you mutter under your breath.

He closes the gap between you, lips tight in a scowl. He smells like dirt, sweat, a hint of something sweet beneath the surface. It’s perfectly Joel. “You wanna repeat that?”

“Nah, I’m good.” You give a little shrug, watching his eyes spark with ire.

He reaches up, grabbing the collar of your jacket and tugs you towards him. “I just saved your damn life, you ungrateful little shit,” he spits, his breath hot on your cheek, “and you’re not even gonna thank me?”

“Thank you, but I was handling it just fine.”

“Oh, handling it, huh?” Joel smiles sarcastically, the dimple in his cheek deepening beneath stray salt and pepper hairs. “Guess I’ll just leave you to it then,” he adds, signalling over his shoulder with his head at the deceased surrounding you, “y’know, seeing as you’ve got everything under control.”

His grip loosens from your jacket, stepping back. The dissipating heat from his body leaves you cold. Needy.

“Don’t,” you rush out as he reaches down for his discarded backpack.

Joel straightens at the sound, eyes narrow. “Don’t, what?”

He wants the affirmation that you need him as much as he does you. Even if he won’t admit it. Stolen, heated trysts in the dark are your wordless compromise. You don’t declare your feelings, and in return, he’ll give you intimacy. You try to fool yourself, it's merely physical, but the longing is there. Sitting deep in your chest like a wound— the scar on the surface long gone, but you can still feel the ache every time you move.

The space closes again as he drags himself towards you, boots scraping across the debris-strewn floor. His warmth returns, bringing with it a familiar stir of heat to your gut.

“Don’t,” you let the word linger on your tongue, feeding Joel’s anticipation before snatching it away, “forget your knife.”

Tongue caught between his teeth, he laughs, unamused. You wait, hoping he’ll crumble but your anticipation is snatched from you as he bends over, scooping up the weapon at his feet.

His bag follows, swung onto his shoulder in one fluid motion before he’s turning away from you and heads toward the door.

Rejection burns hot in your veins as you stare at the back of his head, watching his form retreat the further he moves away. What do you have to do to get him to open up to you? Die?

Swallowing thickly, you battle internally with yourself before rushing after him. You manage to catch up, running in front of him but Joel keeps walking, forcing you to scuttle backwards in tiny, awkward steps.

“Don’t,” you breathe out, “go.”

“But you can handle it yourself,” he shrugs. “You don’t need me.”

“I do,” you protest and Joel stops in his tracks, staring down at you, his dark eyes searching. “I need you.”

“No, you don’t.” He starts striding forward again, past you, but you quickly block his path. This time you skip the begging and pleading, hurrying onto your tiptoes to press your lips to his.

“I need you,” you repeat, this time your voice oozing with more than just desperation. He stares forward, unbothered.

It bothers you.

“Joel,” you hum. Cupping his jaw with your hands, fingers smooth through black and gray as you encourage him to look down at you. His eyes are still dark when they flicker in your direction, but they no longer feel cold— devoid of emotion.

You whisper his name once or twice more, but it does nothing to stir warmth into his features.

Eventually you purr, “Daddy, please,” and pepper his mouth with dozens of tiny kisses. You let the last deepen, nipping his bottom lip with the edges of your teeth.

Feeling his breath rattle and catch in his throat, hubris swells inside you, proud that you’ve chipped away at part of his resolve. You slide a hand down his chest, over the belt at his waist, and pause for a beat.

It’s too long to wait. Joel reacts before you can grab his cock, and wraps his fingers tightly around your wrist.

Joel smashes his lips against yours— hot, wet, starved kisses that make you breathless. Hurried steps force you backwards until you collide with the wall, while hurried fingers flick open the button on your jeans, giving him the opportunity to slide his hand beneath the fabric.

Stomach twisting with dirty arousal, your eyes flutter, unable to focus. You melt into his touch like candle wax, dripping onto his fingers as they slip through your silken heat.

He needs no instruction— the intricate details of your body are etched into his brain like a mind map because despite your taunt, Joel has you unraveling like a spool of thread against his palm within minutes.

Your scream bubbles in the back of your throat, but before it can pierce the quiet air, his spare hand clamps hurriedly over your mouth.

“Ssh.” He kisses hot to your lips when he removes his hand. “You know better.”

You groan inwardly, body still pulsing as Joel strips off your jeans, tugging them roughly down your thighs. Dirty denim hangs limply from your sneaker when he picks you up, your legs curling around his waist.

He’s inside you within the time it takes for you to inhale, the first drive of his cock stealing your breath.

Joel fucks you in silence. Unsaid words hang in the air. Heated praise and affection get lost, buried beneath closed lips. Too afraid to voice them. Slaps of wet pierce through the quiet, shattering the absence of sound as he pulls you back and forth along his cock.

It hurts, but not in the physical sense. A deep ache sets in beneath your ribs. The kind that won’t go away with pills or alcohol, but the sort of dull throb that intensifies the longer time ticks by.

He buries his face into the slant of your neck, damp-heavy kisses dance over your skin— painfully delicate in comparison to the way he fucks you in needy haste. You try to speak, muttering his name, but his hand moves to cover your mouth again.

“Silent,” is all he husks into your ear, his thrusts slow and deep. How he expects you to be quiet while he’s inside you— like this— it’s impossible.

It makes you wonder if he’s afraid that you’ll let something spill from your lips that you shouldn’t. Something that will infect you both, changing the dynamic forever. Something you can’t take back, a death sentence. But there’s already the unspoken that lingers between you, hiding in plain sight.

Instead, you swallow down your moans, letting them stack up in your chest like dominoes until you come again, and they tumble from your lips— muted, but no less frantic.

When Joel pulls back to look at you, he doesn’t verbalise what he’s thinking— he barely ever does— but you can hear it in the way he takes you in.

Idiot, I almost lost you.

Breath sticky hot, his lips graze yours with intent. “Make another sound and I’ll shove my cock down your throat.”

Eh. Close enough.

You nod slow. Understanding.

“Good girl,” he mouths before burying his face back into the crease of your neck. Tears gather while you cling to him as he comes, his teeth sharp against your skin in an attempt to silence his own moans.

Maybe he doesn’t see it, but you suspect he does. You’re already infected, and just like there’s no cure for the parasite ripping apart mankind, there’s no cure for loving Joel.

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