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gutsby · 10 months ago

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dark!Joel explaining to you how reader-proofed the bunker, because you're his now and he's never ever letting you go.

BESTIE THEY’RE GONNA LOCK US UP FOR THIS 😭😭

Just like Joel LOL okay here we gooooooo…

Confines

Dark!Joel x Dark!Reader

TW: NONCON, Stockholm Syndrome (not the 1D song). Unprotected p-in-v. Bondage. Blindfolding. Dacryphilia. Daddy kink. Choking. Somno. Slapping. Possessiveness.

Good morning kisses from Joel Miller rarely landed anywhere but your cervix. The head of his cock had a funny way of mimicking lips with a tap tap tap at the back of your cunt, like a lover leaving a trail of gentle pecks across your cheeks to rouse you out of your sleep. However, this was no kiss at all, and Joel was no lover. Most times, the man barely seemed to tolerate you at all.

Which was why you’d grown accustomed to the nudge of his cock between your soft, wet, and sensitive walls first thing in the morning, every morning, no matter how often you’d told him you didn’t want to do it like that.

This time, when you blinked to find the outline of his face in the morning’s first light, you were met with a blindfold. When you lifted your hands to steady yourself against the bed, the floor, his chest, just anything to keep you tethered, you felt a pinch at both wrists. They were pinned to the headboard above you, hanging limply as Joel’s thrusts sent the metal frame clanging to the wall.

A warm, stubbled mouth found the side of your face. Just as you flinched, it let out a breathy chuckle,

“Mornin’ dar—”

“Take it off.”

You surprised yourself with how fast the words came. Most times it would have taken a minute or more to regain your bearings after being woken up by Joel’s cock.

The bandana around your eyes just freaked you out. The rope fastenings, too, sent a shockwave of fear straight through to your heart. Your ankles—free, fortunately—kicked around at Joel’s feet in protest as his hips shook and snapped against yours, splitting you open to him.

The lips that rested above your cheek pressed a kiss to it. A real one, this time.

You almost wished it’d been a slap instead. You turned your face away and started to say, ‘Joel’ in vehement disgust, when the mouth left another kiss. Then another.

“Got a surprise for ya, baby—”

And another.

“—just hold still, alright?”

What meager amount of food you’d been able to keep down in the time you’d spent with this psychopath seemed to sour in your stomach at his words. There he was kissing you, holding you, fucking you into the bed against your will, all while speaking so cloyingly sweet.

“Just get it over with,” you seethed, fighting back the upsurge of bile as you spoke through your teeth.

Much to your dismay, the man kept peppering kisses along your jaw as he took you like that kind lover might. Then he made his way up to your lips and claimed them, too, and in between bites of, ‘Fuck off’ from you and ‘Feel so good’ from him, he managed to kiss you. Deep.

His lower half continued to stutter against your own in gentle, shallow thrusts, and with every brush of his cock inside you, your body became a traitor to your mind.

“Fuck y— ah,” you finished in a whimper when the head of him grazed a particularly sensitive ridge. Joel grinned.

“Alright?”

Is it alright I’m fucking you now? Is this okay?

“No,” you snapped at the silent query, shaking your head.

And, at a time when a less patient Joel might’ve slapped you across the face for rejecting his advances, this Joel just pulled you closer. Loosened the restraints around your wrists until your hands dropped to either side of you and finally hoisted you up to sit in his lap, straddling him.

That sweet spot inside you was practically punctured by his cock at this new angle; you let out a soft whine into Joel’s shoulder, and he started stroking your hair.

“I know, I know,” he murmured softly.

But he didn’t. He didn’t.

You clenched your jaw to suppress another sound.

“What…surprise?” you finally choked instead of moaned.

At that, Joel seized your hips firmly in his hands and started working your body in circles against him. Every time you tried to jump up in protest—and pleasure—he’d slam you back down on his cock and keep at it, adamant.

Still soft as he spoke to you: “Guess.”

You were slightly ashamed you had to bite his shoulder to keep from moaning again. But damn, he felt nice.

“You’re letting me go.”

“Correct.”

“Huh?”

You would’ve bit him again had he not pulled you into his chest and sank his member even deeper between your walls. You felt instantly suffocated and filled to the brim, but you couldn’t deny the spark of joy that came to flicker at the pit of your stomach. He was letting you go?

“I mean it, baby. Won’t keep ya tied up no more.” Joel was panting into your hair as his hips started working a feverish pace against you. It was all you could do to hold tight and keep your moans contained; he was drawing your pleasure out with every graceless, desperate stab.

“R-Really?”

As if to answer, wordlessly, Joel tugged at your blindfold.

At first it barely loosened far enough to uncover your eyes, then it inched down your cheeks, painstakingly slow, then it dropped to your collarbone. You were still blinking through tiny, modulating pinpricks of light and an obscure haze when you felt him squeeze the fabric.

The red bandana hung loose around your neck now, but Joel kept a grip on the material as your vision adjusted.

When you blinked twice more, you understood why.

“Where are we?!”

But a very pussydrunk Joel Miller was busy using your body like a bona fide fleshlight. Working you up and down his cock in short, vicious strokes, grunting into your neck, sinking his fingers into your flesh just deep enough to wring a couple pained whimpers out from your lips. You were still straddling his hips, staring over his shoulder as he fucked you with reckless abandon.

“What…is this…place?” Your voice curtailed to a breath.

“Home,” Joel answered.

Home. You had to believe he was kidding.

Surely no person in their right mind could confine you to a windowless, subterranean bunker and call that home.

Then you remembered this man was fucking insane.

Your gaze surveyed the full length of the room by turns. In total, it couldn’t have been wider than four or five of the beds you were sitting on, placed side-by-side, and the walls were slate grey. Concrete boxed you in from all angles. A single, bare bulb hung from a chain overhead, and in its glow, you saw a whole hell of a lot of nothing.

Nothing but dust bunnies and dismal, hellish desolation. Nothing but a stripped-down bed and Joel, still fucking you on it. Nothing by way of a door, even, save for what appeared to be some small wooden panel in the ceiling.

In short, it was solitary confinement as soon as Joel left. Prison for you, and pure, unadulterated control for him.

You pressed your palms to either one of his shoulders and tried to lift yourself off him, but the gesture was fruitless. Joel already had an ironclad grip on your shoulder and was anchoring you to his frame as he fucked you. All you could do was sit there and be bounced up and down on his shaft and stare, unflinchingly, at the space there before you.

“You said…said you were letting me go.”

Against your will, tears were welling up.

Joel just stroked your shoulder, then the rest of your back. Then he hummed as if acknowledging something.

“I am,” he insisted, “You’re free, darlin’.”

Before you could object, he continued,

“Free to use this place however you please.”

“W-W-What the fuck is it, even?! Huh?”

You hated how high-pitched your voice had gotten as the realization began to settle over you. This was home. This was freedom. This was life for you, now, in a makeshift bunker beneath your captor’s home. A nightmare.

Joel seemed to resent the tone of your voice, too. Securing a tighter grip, he slammed his cock straight down to the hilt, and for a second, you saw his mask slip.

“This ain’t good enough?” he growled.

The head of his cock carved an angry, erratic shape in your cunt as he thrusted into you at an even wilder pace. You bounced and groaned and hated yourself for whining into each stroke with a welt of pleasure.

“I wanna go home,” you whimpered, at war with yourself.

You’d never felt so aroused and terrified at once, and you could no longer swallow the sounds that were clawing their way up your throat. When Joel yanked you backward to get a closer look at your face, you felt weak.

“You don’t like this?” He made a point to punctuate ‘like’ with a particularly merciless thrust—one that grazed your g-spot and nearly sent stars flying before your eyes.

“Home,” you just keened again, feeling pathetic.

Suddenly, you were flipped to your front on hands and knees. Joel was taking you from behind in no time at all, cock stretching you out in a series of violent pumps.

“This is home,” he spat, “This is your home. Forever.”

Next, the friction from his cock felt like it could’ve started a fire with how fast he was fucking you. Ruthless, reckless, pitiless, and above all else, punishing you for not accepting his gift with open arms. Just when you feared he might yank on your hair, Joel reached for the bandana around your throat instead and hoisted you up to him like the fabric was a leash. You coughed at once.

“Joel!”

“What? This hurt?”

‘Yes’ was barely able to make it past your windpipe with how tight he was twisting the bandana around your neck. He pulled your back flush to his chest and made a point to ignore your breathless, half-spluttered cries as he tongued a wet stripe up the side of your face.

You didn’t realize it then, but he was licking your tears.

“Keep cryin’. Only makes me harder,” he said in your ear.

If you weren’t presently fighting for the ability to breathe, his statement might’ve sent a chill through your body. But as it was, your lungs were waging the battle of a lifetime, and your cunt wasn’t that much better off.

The pleasure continued to build.

You didn’t want it to. Didn’t want him to be the cause.

But it did, and he was. When you clenched around Joel, you heard what sounded like a laugh, then felt three thick fingers slide down to stretch your folds apart.

“‘S’my good little fuckhole,” he sneered. Then, working circles and feeling you buckle under his touch, “Can’t breathe, but she needs to cum on daddy’s cock, huh?”

Something pulsed inside you, and you sensed that it was Joel’s cock twitching within your walls—gloating with that filthy little tidbit between his teeth as he fucked you and drew more strangled moans than he could count. Against every cry in your brain and what remained of your better judgment, you lowered your hand to grip Joel’s forearm. Instead of trying to pry him off, you pushed him in and, for the first time, nodded your head.

“Yes, daddy,” you hissed. Half-breathing.

Joel’s grip tightened on the bandana, and his digits rubbed in even quicker circuits. His cock continued to plunge in and out of you, squelching loud in your ears.

Just when the first shameful crest of your climax began to rise, you were thrust back onto the bed, face-first.

Joel followed you in one fluid, forceful motion and was at the side of your head in an instant, panting in your ear. Still pounding you from behind, but now in prone bone—taking on all the quality and vigor of a wild beast as he fucked you into the mattress and draped his whole body overtop yours. You were splayed out and defenseless, but, importantly, not fighting against him for once. That zeppelin-esque swell of pleasure had blossomed to the size of half your body, it seemed, and right now, all that was left to your mind was finding release on Joel’s cock.

And home.

Home, home, home—almost hell on earth—but home.

Joel grinned, and his eyes searched yours from beside you. You stared right back and met with a bottomless pit.

Then his hips dug into yours once more, driving deeper than he’d been all night, and those two sets of empty, lifeless eyes peering into one another pinched inward with pleasure. You both reached your peak, and your bodies moved in sync, and then spasmed some, writhed a bit, and Joel fisted the hair at the back of your head in some senseless, desperate plea and just kissed you.

You didn’t fight back.

This was home.

For now.

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xetlynn · 1 month ago

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an artists muse- a viktor fic.

five.

[four] [five] [six]

to live my life as i do.

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s gooooooo!!!” Violet and Jayce cheer, punching their fists in the air as they enter their friend’s dorm without knocking. They were lucky he had heard them unlocking the door. He was in the middle of throwing on a black crew neck sweater.

Viktor has almost canceled tonight due to yesterday morning. Still feeling a slight discomfort in his leg when he woke up. However if he had canceled he knew the two that are in his room right now would pretend to be doctors and try to take care of him like he was a child. “You ready to go, Viktorrrr?” Jayce asks.

“Who’s driving?” The shaggy haired brunette inquires, carefully crouching down to grab his cane that had fallen. “The love of my life, my dearest one, my one and only. My Mel.” Jayce tells while grasping at his chest, squeezing his eyes shut. Viktor lets out a sigh of relief. “Okay, let’s go before I change my mind.” He pushes past the two and Violet whoops excitedly.

•••

“Bow or no bow?” You turn to your best friend as the both of you finish getting ready to go out. “No bow.” Powder shakes her head and you frown. You actually really wanted the bow. “The cream color doesn’t match your dress.” She explains her reasoning and you toss the bow to the side. “I guess.”

You check out your outfit in the mirror, swaying side to side. It was a light yellow halter top dress. It stopped about mid-thigh. Little risque but you needed an excuse to wear it before the summer truly came to an end.

“How do I look?” Powder ponders, twirling her white dress and you purse your lips. “Like you’re so hot and I want to make out with you. Romantical style.” You tell her with slight squinted eyes causing her to laugh loudly. “You would want that, freak!” She points a finger at you, you kiss the air.

“Such a freak for you.” You wink while grabbing your phone and little purse. “What a perv.” She snickers, following you out the dorm and over to Gert’s.

“How do you think Mylo is going to react?” You whisper to your best friend. “Oh he’s going to be pissed with you.” Powder gives you a toothy grin before you knock on the wooden door. “That’s what I’m hoping for.” You mischievously say.

The door swung open, Gert stood there wearing a cute blue crop top along with black cargo pants. “So gorgeous!” You gush, fanning yourself. Gert’s face heats up, suddenly sheepish at your words. “Oh stop, look at the both of you.” She relishes the beauty in front of her. You do a little spin, then take Powder’s hand, forcing her to do one as well.

Ring… ring ring….ring-

“It’s Ekko,” Powder answers the call. “He-” She gets cut off immediately. She presses her lips together, giving Gert and you a deadpan expression. “Mylo says to hurry up, you’re fucking up his time management.” She whispers over to you and you shrug your shoulders, mouthing an ‘oh well.’

“She said fuck you and suck a dick.” Powder lies and you along with Gert hear a very angry Mylo in the background. “We’ll be there soon, put my boyfriend back on the phone.” She blinks. “Hi, baby. We’ll be there soon.” She repeats. “Love you too, bye bye!” She hangs it up, stuffing it into her jacket pocket.

“Alright, let’s go before Mylo gets his panties in a twist.” She sighs, you snicker, leading the way outside to your car. “You said there’s six of us?” Gert quizzes with knitted brows at the sight of your vehicle. “Powder’s going to sit on Ekko’s lap.” You tell her, motioning for her not to worry about it.

“Oh… okay.” She climbs into your passenger seat after you unlock the doors. Powder throws herself in the back, laying on her tummy and you shut the door for her. You get into the driver's seat.

“I come home, in the mornin’ light. My mother says “when you gonna live your life right?””

You turn the volume up, the boys all groan at the song. “Shut up and sing!” You shout over the music. “Oh momma dear, we’re not the fortunate ones and girls they wanna have fun! Oh girls just wanna have fun!!” You pretend to have a microphone in your hand as you sing. Eyeing the backseat as the boys still pout. “Sing it or I’m crashing this car!” You threaten them.

“The phone rings, in the middle of the night. My father yells “what you gonna do with your life?” Oh daddy dear, you know you’re still number one!” Mylo actually begins to start singing the words and you cheer.

Powder teases Ekko to do it as well. Gert was already quietly singing along with you. Claggor was staring out the window. “But girls, they wanna have fun. Oh~ girls just wanna that’s all they really want!! Some funn!!!” And as you peek in the back once again you see them singing, no yelling the lyrics at the top of their lungs. Gert laughs as you sway your hips in the front seat. Powder gets her phone out, going to snapchat. Pressing the record button automatically.

“When the workin’ day is done, oh girls, they wanna have fu-un…” Mylo was sat in the middle so he pressed his chest forward, serenading you and Gert in the front seats. You act like you're handing him a microphone to which he “snatches.” Belting out the next lyrics.

•••

“For real? Party In the USA?’ Viktor asks with an almost disappointed look upon his face as his best friend of 12 years just asked him to play an idiotic song since he was in the passenger seat and that means he’s on aux. “Uh, yes Viktor. I want to party… in the USA.” Jayce sassily conquires. “Yeah, same, don’t be a party pooper to America! So unpatriotic.” Vi leans forward as well.

Caitlyn has her legs crossed beside her girlfriend in the backseat. Pinching the bridge of her nose. “Just play the song. They’ll act like children otherwise.” Mel sighs, Viktor gruffs, pressing play to the song they requested.

The beginning starts and Jayce claps his hands like he’s watching a football game. Vi clears her throat getting herself ready.

“I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan~” Jayce and Vi grab onto one another as they begin to sing. “Welcome to the land of fame excess. Am I gonna fit in?”

Mel chuckles at her boyfriend, Caitlyn tries to hide her smile creeping up on her face. Viktor just boredly sits there, leaning his face on the palm of his hand against the car door.

“Jumped in the cab, here I am for the first time, look to the right and I see the Hollywood sign!” They both idiotically look to the left.

“This is all so crazy!” Jayce shoves Vi over to Caitlyn, grasping onto Mel and Viktor’s shoulders. “Everybody seems so famous!”

“My tummy’s turnin’ and I’m feelin’ kinda homesick. Too much pressure and I’m nervous.” The two sing, again holding onto one another, feeling all the emotion of the song. “That’s when the taxi man turned on the radio! And a Jay-Z song was on!” And at that note they bobble their bodies back and forth. “And the Jay-z song was one! And the Jay-Z song was ON!”

“So I put my hands up! They’re playin’ my song, the butterflies fly away! I’m noddin’ my head like yeah, movin’ my hips like yeah!” They follow the lyrics, choreographing together. “I got my hands up, they’re playin my song! Yeah, it’s a party in the USA!”

•••

You park your car in the parking lot, turning down the radio accidentally exposing the boys for their continuation of the song. You burst into laughter, Gert gripping onto you as she does as well. Mylo’s face flushed, his long-time crush was laughing and he was the reason behind the melody.

“C’mon I want to be the first one on the list!” Powder shoves the car door open and you squeal remembering that you want to as well. The two of you racing inside the bar that’s owned by none other than Vander. Your best friend’s father.

Gert and the three boys climb out of the car. Gert was still slightly giggling at the scene from before. Mylo opens his mouth to say something but she’s already walking inside. Claggor smacks a hand on his back. “You got it next time, big guy.” He grins, following after the girl. “Yeah! Who knows what will happen tonight.” Ekko chimes in.

You and Powder sign your names down to do a duet, Powder also does one for the group. Only making sure Gert was okay with it, not the others.

You wonder how that’s going to go but you shrug your shoulders, sitting at the bar to wait until everything starts. “The environment in here is so nice!” A voice says beside you, it’s Gert plopping down in the empty seat. You smile. “Yeah! Vander has kept this place going for a while now. Takes care of it like one of his four children.” You joke, glancing over to the big man himself who’s chatting with Ekko and Powder.

“Four children?” She inquires, not knowing Powder had siblings. “Oh you didn’t know. Right. Mylo, Claggor and this girl Violet. All Powder’s older siblings.” You inform her, pointing to the two boys who were already looking at you guys. Gert gives them a little wave and you watch Mylo get flustered, aggressively waving back.

“Wow… that’s cool.” Gert compliments. Before you could reply, two drinks slid down your way. “Your favorite, [Name].” Vander grins at you and you beam. “Shirley temples!”

“Gert have you ever had them?” You ask while taking the cherry out of the drink. “I think so?” She takes the cold drink from the counter, inspecting it. “Thank you, sir.” You nod your head to him and he rolls his eyes at your words. “[Name] you’ve known me since you were 10 years old. Still with this sir crap?” He grunts.

“Just messin with ya, old man!” You laugh, popping the cherry into your mouth as he shakes his head, snickering.

You give your attention back over to Gert, “do you like it?” You were hopeful, you loved when people enjoyed the same things as you. “It’s good, what is it?” She cocks her head to the side. “Uhh Sprite and grenadine. The maraschino cherries are the best part though!” You cried out, twisted the stem of the cherry you had just eaten.

“Crap! What the heck is wrong with this thing!” The two of you jump at the booming voice coming from the front of the building. It was Benzo, Ekko’s father, hitting the speaker of the karaoke machine.

“What’s wrong?” You stand up, Gert grabs your drink, following after you. “I can’t figure this stupid thing out!” He complains, going to hit it again but you stop him with a laugh. “It’s okay, don’t break it!” You hold his hand and he huffs. “I uh, I could probably decipher what’s wrong with it. I’m pretty good with tech and like DJ stuff.” Gert speaks up with a sheepish smile. Your face gleams. “That’s awesome, Gertyy!”

“I mean, give it a try. I don’t know what the hell I’m doin’.” Benzo admits, backing away from the box. You take the drinks from her as she replaces the man.

Powder walks over, slinging her arm over your shoulder. “Benzo can’t figure out an oven sometimes… I don’t know why my dad put him in charge of this.” She whispers in your ear and you smack a hand over your mouth in order to hold your laugh in. “That was mean.” You jokingly smack her hand that was hanging in front of your body. “It’s the truth.” She giggles.

“There, got it!” Gert announces and the people in the bar applaud the girl. “Amazing as always Gerty!!” You cheer for your friend. She does a little bow like a performer does after a concert.

She then turns to Benzo, “if you want I can help you with this for the rest of the night.” She offers and he rubs the back of his neck. “I mean, I’m not gonna pay you.” He says and she lets out a snort. “I know, I don’t mind!” She earnestly tells. “Well, go for it. Let’s have our first singers begin!”

“That’s ussssss!!!” Powder and you rejoice, jumping up and down.

You get the mics ready as Powder chooses the song. She hurriedly joins your side, grabbing onto the mic. The tv screen next to you lights up and the song choice pops up. The music begins.

A group of older gentlemen and women in the bar whistle and gush over the choice. This was a song that you and Powder have chosen since middle school whenever there was a karaoke machine in sight.

“Don’t go breaking my heart.” Powder does a deeper voice for her part, looking over to you. “I couldn’t if I tried.” You break out into a smile. “Honey, if I get restless-”

“Baby, you’re not that kind.”

You adjust your hold on the microphone, you see the bar door open and a group of people walk in. “Don’t go breakin’ my heart!” Powder pokes your nose. “You take the weight off me!” You point to your chest.

“Oh, honey when you knock on my door-”

“Ohh, I gave you my key!” You hold each other's hands, swaying to the beat. You weren’t the best singer but you loved doing this, having fun, acting like nobody's watching.

Except somebody was definitely watching you tonight.

Viktor’s eyes engraved into you as you sang with your best friend. He didn’t know you were going to be here tonight. Hopefully you get the chance to hang out… maybe.

“Ooh-hoo, and nobody knows it!” The song continues and Jayce glances over to Viktor. He had never seen Viktor so… focused? Intrigued? He smirks, nudging the boy. “What?” The shaggy brunette asks, having to tear his eyes away from you. “You into that girl or something? You know her?” Jayce teases his pal.

Viktor’s cheeks blush a bright crimson red. Really showing against his natural pale complexion. “We have a class together, we’re partners in a project.” He simply answers, folding his arms as his gaz continues to fall on you.

Admiring you as you danced freely with the girl on the miniature stage. Knowing he could never get the balls to do that. “Project partners, ouuu~” Jayce shimmies his shoulder onto Viktor who shoves him away. “Knock it off.”

“Alright, alright. She is cute, didn’t think she’d be your type.” Jayce rubs his chin, observing you. You seemed… colorful. Very bright and happy. His eyes flicker over to Viktor who was on the uh gloomier side. Look wise.

He knows his friend has a talkative, bright side. He’s just more anti-social about it.

“I never said she was my type, Jayce.”

“So you don’t find her cute?”

“I never said anything! Jayce, please.” Viktor grips onto his cane in annoyance causing the guy beside him to laugh. “I’m only messing.” And the song ends, everyone in the bar claps for the duo. You wave to people, acting like royalty until your eyes spot him. You gasp. “Vikkie!?” You excitedly say, sprinting over to him. “Vikkie?” Jayce whispers to which Viktor jabs him with his shoulder.

Jayce stumbles into his girlfriend, holding the pain. “What happened?” Mel worriedly asks. “Viktor- he’s so in love.” Jayce grunts in “agony.”

Her eyes go over to their friend who’s talking to you. You had this extremely… enthusiastic aura about you.

“You feeling alright to be out here? I know you said you were sick!” You worriedly query, looking him over. His lips twitch upward. “I’m okay, don’t worry. My friends made me come out though.” He tells you and you scrunch your nose. “Hahah! I probably would’ve done the same. I’m glad you’re feeling better though.” Your hand goes to his shoulder gently before sliding down back to your side.

“Me too.” He lets himself smile.

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