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ozarkthedog · 1 year ago

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𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬

summary: after an argument with Tommy, Joel notices you walking home and sees an opportunity to relieve his anger.

warnings: 18+ only. dark!joel miller x f!reader. dead dove. noncon. assault. threats. mention of stalking. breeding kink. no beta.

word count: 1.3k

author’s note: i’ve been in a dark! mood lately and this was the result. thanks to @ghotifishreads for being a supportive hoe. gifs by @nicolethered

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ♁ 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ☾

The streets are quiet and it feels so right To be out of line like the shape of my veins For you, for you, for you - Mansionair

“What’d I tell ya about being out this late?”

You skid on the snow covered payment. The bellowing tone shakes you to the bone making you shiver beneath your winter coat. You know that voice. The one that, at first, made you feel all warm and fuzzy, but now, you did your best to duck out of view whenever you heard his deep timbre while you were out around town.

You swallow hard and raise a hand to shield your face from the falling snow. “Joel?”

The older man stalks toward you leaving something dark in his wake. Hot air puffs from his nose and mouth like a dragon into the cold night. His jaw is set in a hard line, anger seeping from his skin. “Want to tell me what you’re doing out here?”

You try not to cower as he pins you with an ominous glare. “I was helping stock the shelves at the market.” You meekly reply. “Besides it’s not that late and it’s safe.” You say, waving your hands around showcasing the barren streets.

You’d been living at the compound for the past year and finally felt like you could call this place home. You don’t know why he was so adamant about looking out for you. Ever since he came into your life, he was a thorn in your side.

“That’s just it. No matter how safe you feel, you never really are.”

White hot pain brands your skin when he lands a rough smack to the apple of your cheek. You stumble back a step and clutch your jaw in shock. Tears prick your eyes as snowflakes melt on your raised, warm cheek.

“See? Look how easily I was able to hurt you.” His eyes flit down your body, growing darker by the second, much darker than you’d ever seen. “It’d be a real shame if something much worse happened.”

Your mouth drops open with a fearful shout but he cuts it off with a vile punch to your belly. Pain ignites in your gut pitching you forward with a sick gag as you clutch your stomach. Nausea crawls up your throat as you clutch your stomach with a fearful gasp.

Joel grabs the scruff of your jacket and roughly yanks you upright. He carelessly drags you into a dark alley making the tendons in your abdomen throb and scream as he man handles you into the shadowy abyss. Your boots slip and slide on the snowy surface not allowing you an ounce of traction. You couldn’t put up a fight, no matter how pitiful it’d be.

He cages you against the frigid brick wall and smothers your cries with his palm. His leather glove smells of wood and smoke from a day in the barn as he kicks your feet apart. He grinds his half hard girth into your belly and a fresh wave of fear races up your spine.

“Just showing you all the awful things that could happen, Sweetheart. Always gotta be prepared.” He leans his chin on his glove with a smirk. “Be good to me. I don’t wanna have to mess up that pretty face.” A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest when you whimper under his palm.

Tears spill over your lashes as he uses his free hand to unbuckle his jeans and tugs on his thick length. “If only you’d listened.” He mutters, shaking his head. “Then you’d be at home all curled up in that cute oversized band shirt you always wear.”

Your brain slowly registers his words. He’d been watching you.

He spins you around and slams your body against the hard bricks before a gloved hand wraps around your neck as a warning. Warmth fans your cheek as he husks against your skin. “If you make so much as a peep, I’ll cut your tongue out.”

Your bottom lip quivers and a small gasp escapes the tight confines of your throat.

Joel snickers at your pitiful face. “Good girl. Now stick that ass out.”

When you don’t move fast enough, a brash hand on the back of your neck yanks you from the wall and folds your body in half.

“Hands where I can see ‘em.” He grits, waiting to move his hold on your neck until you place both hands on the wall in front of you.

With precision, he unbuttons your jeans and slides them down just far enough for him to stake his claim. You hiss when leather bound fingers prod your folds and deftly rub your mound. “Shit- you got a nice puffy pussy.” He comments while tapping the blunt head of his cock against your slit. “Gonna look so good spread open on my cock.”

He sheaths his entire length in your heat in one fluid motion. Pain erupts in your lower half forcing your head to drop between your shoulders. Your nails bend and break as they scrape down the brick while he ruts carelessly into you. He snarls like a beast savagely taking down prey.

Your elbows bend from the force of each thrust sending you closer to the wall on every drive as his pelvis smacks into your ass. “Takin’ me so good. Shit-” Joel hisses. “Such’a tight cunt.” His hips saw back and forth, gliding his thickness along your swollen channel, hitting spots that make you cringe with pain and pleasure.

Joel adjusts his grip and in the blink of an eye, pulls you into a standing position with one arm locked around your clavicle. His cock feels even more massive. Your body burns and you can barely breathe while he’s inside you.

It’s too much. He’s too much.

Mustached lips brush the shell of your ear. “You’re gettin’ wet.” He states with a vile grunt. “Never pegged you for a pain slut but you feel like you’re gonna come.”

Metal floods your mouth as you bite your cheek to keep from screaming into the night. Unwanted pleasure creeps up your spine and you want to vomit as he keeps moving. He cants his hips and directly aims for the spot behind your clit pushing you towards the edge whether you want it or not.

“Love watchin’ you struggle. That dumb brain of yours thinkin’ it can escape this,” Joel sneers and snaps his hips even harder. “but you’re mine, girl. Gonna make sure you fuckin’ understand.”

Teeth gnaw into your skin, marking the sensitive column of your neck, and setting off the immense pressure that steadily builds in your gut. He slams a gloved hand over your lips as you orgasm, cutting off your cries while your cunt swirls around his length as you explode into a million pieces.

The swell of his cock and his frantic pace registers in the back of your mind. You desperately scream into his gloved palm and struggle to get free despite his vice-lock grip around your frame. “Gonna be a good lil’ wife for me? A good mommy, yeah?”

Your screams are soft rumbles under the butter like leather as he takes his fill and shoves his cock as deep as it can go. His bulbous crown painfully grazes your cervix and nausea creeps up your throat once more.

A ragged groan vibrates your jaw as he reaches his end and fills you to the brim. Hips slam against your ass one final time before staying glued to you making sure nothing drips out. “Gotta make sure it sticks.”

Tears spill over his glove as he keeps your cries at bay. He nudges your cheek with his nose in a gross display of affection before slipping from your heat with a hiss. “Now, no funny business. You hear me?” He gives your jaw a rough squeeze before letting his hand fall.

The freezing winter air burns your lungs and the seed that drips between your legs scalds you. You fall against the wall with a whimper once he lets you go. Wanting to disappear, you curl into the wall and pray for him to leave but he’s at your side, like a moth to the flame.

You jolt as he tugs your jeans back into place. “S’only me.” He chuckles.

Joel curls an arm around your neck before walking you out of the alley and in the direction of his house. “Let’s get you home.” He kisses the crown of your head with a sigh. “Safe and sound.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #dark!joel miller #joel miller #dark!joel miller x you #dark!joel miller x reader #pedro pascal

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charmante-mp3 · 5 months ago

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Easier

-- Day 9; Stockings (Song Mingi x Fem!Reader)

The people called for Mingi, and so I deliver to you, Song Mingi. And yes, this is from my Kinktober prompt from last year- This is also halfway edited, ending might feel a little rushed? Idk I'll come back to this... maybe. - Kinktober ML Main ML Warnings; Fem-bodied reader, she/her pronouns, squirting, m! and f! oral receiving/giving, unprotected sex (only allowed in reading don't do irl!), thigh-riding/fucking, reader flashes Mingi on accident oops- 1.6k

Y/n looked herself up and down in the mirror, not knowing how she felt about the fabric adorning her legs. A few weeks back, she and her friends went shopping just before settling for drinks. A now monthly routine they had slowly accustomed to. On that night, when she was home the girl haphazardly threw the bags in a corner of her room. Only remembering the new items thirty minutes ago. She sat on her bed, pant less, with nothing but a cream colored sweater and a brand new pair of white stockings. Y/n had purchased many types of stockings in the past, ranging from boring long black socks to pink ones with bows adorning the edges. However, her plush thighs spilling over the top now occupied her thoughts.

The bitter silence was the first thing Mingi noticed when he walked into the girls home. Usually, the TV was playing or maybe music but not one noise sounded through the house. Did she forget he was headed over? Mingi began to think she was gone and headed to lounge on her couch. He stopped mid-way hearing a loud sigh come from the hallway leading towards her room.

“Y/n, you here?” Mingi’s loud voice tore the girl away from her thoughts, completely forgetting entirely what she was just doing.

“Yeah, I’m in my room,” She yelled back at him, his footsteps now making way towards her open door.

“Hey, what 'cha doin’?” Mingi’s head peaked in, his newly dyed platinum hair shining in the sun that peeked through her window.

“I forgot about these new clothes I bought, for some reason I don’t know if I like these new socks,” She looked down at her legs with a confused glare in her eyes. Mingi’s eyes trailed down her figure, breath hitching at the white, lacy stockings. The lace at the top kept bunching together as her thighs pushed over the tight section that stopped mid thigh. Mingi’s hands bunched together as he quickly brought his eyes back to her face. Stopping the thoughts of his large hands gathering the soft skin.

“I think they look fine,” He said after shamelessly clearing his throat. The poor girl was just as clueless as Mingi sometimes. Like in this situation, both are clueless to the effect they have on each other. Y/n’s new item flutters something in Mingi’s stomach and his complement makes way to hers.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. They’re kind of itchy,” The girl lifted her leg to start removing the increasingly uncomfortable stockings. In this process, accidentally flashing the man in her room.

“Oh my god Y/n,” Mingi’s eyes flew shut at what he saw and the sudden air flow in her lower area reminded her, she wasn’t wearing and pants or underwear.

“Mingi I’m so sorry,” Her legs flew down, a blush flushing her cheeks. In different circumstances she wouldn’t have minded, but this was an accident. There’s no telling how uncomfortable Mingi was right now.

“Can I please say something, you can hate me, think I'm gross and everything but you have such a pretty pussy,” Mingi’s hands flew to his face, a fire building up his neck as he rambled. Those words dug a deeper pit into Y/n’s stomach. Mingi was always prone to complimenting the girl, it was his second nature, but those words took this situation a bit further.

“You can get a better look if you’d like Mingi,” Her words came out barely above a whisper. Mingi’s eyes popped open, his pants growing increasingly tighter.

“I can?” He asked breathlessly. His hands grew clammy, his heart pounding at his chest. With a nod of her head and the slow opening of her legs, the tall male quickly walked over and dove down to her. He hovered over her face before dropping to her increasingly wet pussy, shoving his face into her, inhaling the sweet smell of her sex.

“Fuck,” Mingi growled, feeling pre-cum gather in his boxers. He couldn’t worry about that right now, all he wanted was a taste.

“Can I taste you?” Mingi asked, his breath airing over her cunt.

“Please,” She whined at the male, one of her hands flying to his hair as his lips came in contact with her clit.

“Fuck me, Mingi!” His pace was relentless. Her high was coming embarrassingly fast with the way he sucked and rolled his tongue around her clit. The pleasure was numbing her thighs, unable to feel the forming bruises Mingi brought upon them. Cream coated Mingi’s tongue as she came, but he didn’t stop or slow down. She clenched around nothing when his tongue occasionally slipped inside, curling around and slipping out returning to the torture on her clit.

“Mingi!” She gasped at him, her high increasing even after just cumming. Her back arched, pushing Mingi away as a clear liquid coated his face. He let out a loud groan, grasping his clothed cock as she covered him in her essence. His once light grey tee now darkened around his neck, cum covering his face. Mingi looked down at the dazed girl, her breathing labored as she came down from her high. Y/n looked down to see Mingi palming himself and with that she weakly pushed herself up, which caught Mingi’s attention.

“Wanna make you feel good,” She said, replacing his hands with her own. Her hands softly pulled at his sweats and Mingi lifted himself, allowing her to pull out his desperate cock. A pathetic whine left his lips as her thumb met the tip, running it along the slit and wiping away the pre-cum stuck to it. His head flew back as she slid her hand further and took him down her throat. Mingi was long just as he was thick, popping him from her mouth she allowed spit to fall from it. Using the spit to jerk the other half of him she couldn’t fit in her mouth. His hands found a refugee wrapped in her hair. His stomach clenched as her throat swallowed around him, his high growing near. His hips twitched as he filled her throat with cum, pushing himself farther down her throat in the process. Y/n pushed his thighs, his cock and cum flooding out with a grotesque gurgle.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Mingi rushed to the girl, but she grabbed his hands.

“Mingi I need you to fuck me, please,” Her voice was hoarse and it drove him crazy.

“Keep those on,” He grunted in her ear. Her hands stopped fiddling with the long socks covering most of her plush thighs. Mingi then picked her up and flipped them around. Her bare cunt now flushed against his bare thigh.

“Fuck yourself on it,” Mingi’s eyes met hers as he guided her hips around his thigh. He groaned at her slick coating his thigh, small mewls now left the girls throat as Mingi continued a slow pace. Then he tensed his thigh, pushing her further into him.

“Mingi,” Y/n whined, she wanted more unfortunately Mingi wanted to see the girl fall apart one more time before she came on his cock. His lips came in contact with her neck, before deciding he was tired of her cute sweater. He pulled it off and in return she pulled at his while still grinding on his thigh. As she worked herself, Mingi removed his own shirt allowing her to run her fingers down his chest. The action caused him to shiver as her nails scratched his abdomen. Lips had now found their way back to her neck trailing down to her breast. As Mingi kneaded at one, his mouth enveloped the other one rolling his tongue around it just as he did to her clit moments before.

“Mingi, i’mma cum again,” The girl above him cried, throwing her head back as she continually fucked herself on his large thigh. He could feel her wetness run down his leg and his cock was red and hard all over again from watching her use him.

“Cum on my thigh baby, you’re doing so well for me,” His deep voice rang in her ears, she chanted his name like a mantra as she chased her next high. Her eyes rolled back and her body seized, cumming on the blonde male once again. Before she was able to regain a normal state, she was placed below Mingi. He had propped her waist on a pillow before pressing himself along her back.

“You’ll tell me to stop if it hurts, right? I need words baby,” He voiced into her ear.

“I will,” Y/n’s voice sounded almost gone as she spoke. It was raspy and shaky, Mingi wondered what she’d sound like once he was done filling her. Mingi rubbed his cock through her folds before slowly pushing into the girl. Y/n moaned as he stretched her out perfectly ruining her cunt for anyone else.

“So full,” She moaned as Mingi bottomed her out. Mingi’s mind was in shambles trying not to move as she clenched around him, but he needed her to move first. It was only mere seconds before Y/n’s body wiggled back to him encouraging him to move. He held himself a little longer letting out a guttural moan he towered over her, watching her increasingly fuck herself on his cock. Mingi’s patience snapped as he grabbed the girl's wrist, pinning them above her as he roughly pounded his cock into her weeping pussy. Y/n could no longer form words, just loud moans as Mingi’s hand made his way to her swollen clit. The constant pleasure building in her stomach caused her to shake at her final orgasm. Her pussy pushed out Mingi’s cock and squirted once again, now coating the male's lower half.

At this point, Mingi didn’t know if she could handle another one so he pushed her thighs together, using the previous liquids to fuck her soft thighs. Mingi came, his seed running down onto her plush covers and brand new stockings.

“Well, if it makes you feel better I don’t think you’ll be able to wear these stockings again,” -

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withanironwill · 4 months ago

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To her surprise, Integra doesn't withdraw or flinch from his touch. Instead, she moves her hand to place their palms together, gently folding her fingers over his hand. It's such a gentle, fragile moment of vulnerability and admission between them both. They were healing. They were beginning to reconnect and stitch those broken threads back together. Integra felt something in her chest loosen, and for the first time in a long time, she felt...at home. At peace. Perhaps she would have died haunted without this admission of forgiveness and without his return. She would have been stuck with an unforgiving and bitter spirit, clinging to everything with a vigor drawn out of betrayal. Her throat burns with unshed tears. She holds them back for her sake only. Integra wasn't afraid to cry, not in front of Walter, she simply refused to when she wanted to see him clearly. Besides... She only had one good eye, after all.

A soft, bark of a laugh tumbles free. ❝You think I feel obligated to forgive you?❞ Perhaps he wasn't wrong to think so. After all, there was more loss than gain from the war. Not much of Hellsing remained and she lost one of two people she spent most of her life with. She nearly lost them both. ❝I don't care how long it takes, Walter. But at some point, you need to forgive yourself, too.❞

Integra reaches across to take his other hand too and smiles. It was hard to believe she made it this far, this long, after so much. And through it all...Walter was there. Integra wasn't blind to that, he would be a damned fool to forget it too. When she was small and feverish, the nights she tossed and turned with nightmares, waking in fits to him making her warm cups of chamomile. Whenever she received an injury, he was there to patch her up and send her back on her feet. Even during The Valentine Invasion when Millennium forces breached the manor and the Round Table held her responsible for the deaths of the soldiers that became ghouls - he tried to object to their demands and offer an out despite the burden being hers to carry.

❝You don't get to own all of my suffering, Walter. You spent a great deal of time and effort protecting me, too. Do not forget that.❞

@lapetitemxrt

"It's difficult to say, Sir." I was surprised by her candor, she had taken more care with such inquiries in the past. It always felt as if a small barrier, built by the strange juxtaposition of our ages and our roles to one another, had been there and now suddenly dissipated. I was familiar, by then, with her fathers tendency to blow past boundaries as if they were nothing more than smoke, asking deeply personal or potentially incriminating questions about my life and my desires and what I was doing on my (very limited) time off. They would be asked as easily as asking about the weather, throwing the wrathful teen i was out of balance. Her breech felt different. I was also familiar with her inability to be anything less than the person with the most integrity (pardon the pun) in any room she occupies. I knew her question came from a place of deep care, a bond we forged through grief and service to the Hellsing name. I knew my near betrayal of her, and all of my life weighed heavily on her. Not because she didn't trust me, which would have been bearable. No, Integra Hellsing never put blame on anyone other than herself when it comes to what is most important to her. She's wondering, subtly and without expression other than her usual calm blue gaze, what she did wrong. That's a simplification of her thought process, but in the end, she blames herself. As she does for far too much. Realizing I was lost in thought, I drew into a smile as I refocused. "I have had many positions over the years, and eventually, they all became part of one another." I took my time here, viewing the answer as critical to the continuation of a semblance of our former relationship even if she didn't. I wanted her to know how sorry I was that she had nearly had to pay for the sins of her father at my hands. We never spoke quite that candidly, however. "I take pride in my position, Sir Hellsing. The trials of being what I am to the organization are nothing in comparison to the positive impact Hellsing has had on the world in recent years." She would likely think I meant since the Millennium War, her constant rebuilding of London and our extermination of left behind FREAK vampires. Really though, I meant since she had taken over at the time of her fathers untimely death. While I was technically the interrim head of Hellsing until she became of age, I had never kept her from a round table meeting or from making a decision. Maybe some part of me knew I would need someone like her to pull my head out of my ass. Pardon the profanity. "My only true complaints lie with factors beyond our control, and even then, we always adapt, Sir." I inclined my head, my usual indication I was done answering her question. I briefly glanced at her cooling cup of tea from my place standing near her, noting the need for a refill.

A candid question wrapped delicately and expectantly in a desire for honesty. Integra had mulled on it for some time, perhaps even before the war. But it was only now she dared to ask. They were no longer licking their wounds, and the query felt less like rubbing salt in her own. She hoped it didn't tip an already precious scale to one side, one that made him feel as though she doubted him. Despite the events and Walter's near betrayal, or so it felt like, Integra found herself still clinging steadfast to the bonds forged between them by time, history, and familiarity.

She tips steepled fingers towards her chin with a soft exhale and thinks of lighting a cigarillo. Sir. A title she took pride in suddenly felt grating and like a blockade. She wanted to wave a hand at him and scoff and tell Walter there was no need for such formality. But it wasn't a performance or mockery, she knew this. And though their wounds were healing, some things were still tender, and this, she knew, was another attempt to keep them on a steady path. Truth be told, Integra was grateful for it.

"We certainly do, don't we?" A rhetorical question and an acknowledgment. Walter was right. It's what they do. Adapt. Adapt and march on. Wasn't that what he did? And still, Integra felt a strange sense of entrapment. The only thing she was adapting to was a strong shake in her foundations, the largest overhaul of staff since the Valentine Invasion, the loss of one eye, and the absence of Alucard - the other being that had been a constant throughout the years.

"Walter," she begins, only to give pause with the uncertainty of how to phrase the thoughts she carried. She didn't want to give an order but also didn't want to cross a delicate boundary. "I cannot begin to understand your actions, and I won't pretend to understand them any better now. And you don't owe any explanations or details to your personal reasonings. But I do ask for one thing..." Integra takes her now cold tea and drains it, unable to keep her features from twisting with disapproval. She loathed cold tea, but she couldn't stand to waste it either. "That if there is ever anything you need, do not like, or do not approve of, please speak up. What you have to say matters. And please don't refill my tea." The latter she adds with a small smile as she sets the cup back upon its saucer. What went unspoken but was clear as crystal in her words was that she would always adapt to the circumstances, just as he said, and she didn't want to have to adapt to a life without him in it. Not yet. Truth be told, the thought of losing Walter felt as though it might swallow her whole.

"Can I ask why?"

#♘━ verse; a crack in this castle of glass.#lapetitemxrt #THE WEIGHT OF THISSSSSS #and the song that just started playing is EASIER by Mansionair.#hahahahaha fuck #♘━ post millennium war.

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