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[toxicanonymity]

EVERY INCH 3.

4.4k words, m!ghostface x f!reader

Every inch 🔪 Every inch 2

SUMMARY: Ghostface watches you and calls you. He gets bored, and one of your friends gets killed. You try to swear ghostface off, but he stalks you. You want revenge. A/N: THANK YOU for all the love. Masked Ghostface, inspired by canon gfs & night walks. HC who you want. Enough recap in the first paragraph to read as a one shot. WARNINGS: I8+ noncon p in v, exhibitionism, voyeurism, gun play, choking, degradation, slut shaming, drugs, creampie, noncon breeding, phone sex, masturbation, knife play, a modicum of canon-typical plot/violence. Gf calls himself daddy. DEAD DOVE. NO USE OF Y/N. Starts in GHOSTFACE POV.

You aren't doing yourself any favors by thinking about him every time you get off. You should get on tinder. Go on another date. Get a boyfriend. But there's too much now. You've got a video of him whimpering with his cock out after you had your way with him, and a picture of him with cum all over his robe a minute later. And then there's the mirror pic he took in your bathroom. He's behind you, holding you naked in front of him.  There's a look of arousal on your face, and you must be so ashamed, but you keep coming back to look at it every night. . .and you're not the only one. 

Ghostface air dropped it to himself right after he took the pic. You should really be more careful with your settings. And your blinds, and your curtains. But you don't wanna be more careful, do you?  You've got everything the cops could need to put him away. You even had his DNA, and you kept it to yourself. Allll to yourself. And you’d like to have more of it, wouldn't you? It's fascinating, really, how bad you want his cock. 

You haven't heard from him in weeks, but he still comes by every once in a while.  He sees your neighbor check in on you, and you keep looking at the time on your apple watch until he leaves.  He sees you try on your slutty Halloween costumes– your backside looks best in that tight ass nurse dress, but god damn, your tits in that pleather.  What a pretty pussy you are. Meow.  He sees you get dressed for bed, and just in time. 

You check your phone and glance out your bedroom window before you take out your vibrator.  Ghostface takes out his cock and lifts his mask to spit on it. This is his season, you know. You must think about him all the time. Every time you see one of those phony Stab costumes. Every time you carve a pumpkin.  He lets you get a head start building to your climax. God damn, you want that cock, and you do an awful job hiding it when you see the call from a restricted number.  You look at your phone, biting your lip, and let it ring for a few seconds before you wet your lips and answer it. But you don't say anything.  Ohh, playin’ hard to get, are ya?

Ghostface admires the stiffness of his cock in his hand and strokes it while he watches you try not to speak first.  It's quite the game of chicken–at least a full minute of silence. He breathes heavier as he strokes himself, and then he hears the buzz of your toy. 

"Mmm, good kitty."

"What do you want?" Your breathing is heavy, too. 

"Wanna know how bad ya want this cock."

"Is your cock all you think about?"

He breathes a laugh. "That'd make two of us, wouldn't it?" 

You scoff, still touching yourself, teasing your clit with your vibrator.  

"Yeah that's it," he pants, and you arch your back. "Come for daddy."  You come so fast it's pitiful. 

You're easy. Too easy. He's getting bored. 

You're a bad, bad girl, and he wants to find out how bad. You know, he's never much cared for your "friend" Marla. He suspects you don't either, based on the way you tense at her hug in the bookstore.

—-----you-------

A DILF cop comes by your house. Must be new to the force since you've never seen him. You're used to them checking on you. The COP asks if he can come in, probably trying to be thorough,  you think.  But he asks you to take a seat, and he sits down next to you on your sofa.  When he has trouble meeting your eyes, your pulse quickens. 

He knows. He must know somehow. He knows you're a sick fuck who has phone sex with ghostface and gets off to his dick pics every night. Maybe he even knows you fucked him. He might even know you forced him. You're blanking on excuses if they find the photos in your phone. The cop leans forward and his biceps strain the short sleeves of his tan uniform.  He wrings his large, veiny hands as he turns his head to look at you.  Finally, his big brown eyes meet your gaze, and he tells you, "He's back. Got a crime scene down the block"

The relief lasts about ten seconds, and then you don't have to feign your horror. The blood rushes from your head to your pounding heart. You foolishly thought his killing days might be behind him. 

"Officer. . ." 

"Call me Javi."

"How do you know it's him, Javi?" You challenge him. 

"You really wanna know?" He raises his eyebrows at you. 

"It's him, sweetheart." He puts a big, warm hand on your upper back, then slides it up to squeeze your shoulder. "Got someone who can stay with ya?"

You take a few seconds to answer, then whisper, “yeah.” 

"Well, if not . . . " he sighs and leans way back on the sofa to reach into his uniform pants for his wallet. "Got a pen?" 

He writes his personal number on a business card and leaves it with you.  As you let him out the front door, sirens are wailing. 

Later, you see the crime scene online. Marla isn't just dead, she's stabbed, slit, and bled dry. The water runs red in the fountain you pass every day on the way out of your neighborhood.  A needed reminder of the sicko you’re dealing with. 

Over the next few days, you delete the ghostface photos and the video. You get a call from a restricted number and don’t answer it. You get a text from an unsaved number: don’t tell me you thought I changed. 

You delete it. When you’re leaving the neighborhood one day, you spot Javi in an unmarked car. When you get to your destination, you text him “why are you following me?” 

Like a boomer, he calls you instead of texting back.  You don’t answer. Then he replies, “Why don’t you have company? You shouldn’t be alone.” 

You send back, “If I have company, will you leave me alone?”

“I can give you some space, sure. But I have a job to do.”

“And what’s that?”

“Keeping you safe.”

—--

You’re not going to let ghostface control your life. You don’t know what would happen if you ran into him now, and you try not to think about it, although you do find yourself going into the trash folder on your phone to look at what you deleted. You make plans to go out with friends. It’s the first weekend of October, and there’s a huge Halloween festival. You put on your nurse costume.

An hour before your friends arrive, your doorbell rings. You look at your app and it’s Javi. Well, this is awkward, you think as you finish pulling up your black, thigh-high fishnets. You answer the door and let Javi in, trying not to let your eyes linger on the way his arms stretch his sleeves. You decline to sit down. 

“Look, if you’re gonna go out, you should carry this,” he says, then looks you up and down and his gaze lingers on your cleavage. You clear your throat. He swallows and gives a subtle smile like yeah so what?  “Gonna wear a purse?” he asks. 

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You roll your eyes. 

You reluctantly change into the cat costume and wear a bat purse. You go out with your friends and everyone gets way too drunk. Your friend Sam gets in an altercation after a frat party, and your other friends have to restrain her and walk her home. You’re tired and you don’t want to deal with it. You insist you’ll be fine since you’re armed.  You decide to walk a couple blocks before you order your ride home so you can wait somewhere with more people around. 

—--ghostface—-

You filthy little slut. Are you enjoying yourself? Ignoring him, playing hard to get, acting like you’re not flattered, then teasing him, prancing around Woodsboro looking like a handjob costs $20. Walking alone through an alley – you really are a dumb bitch, aren’t you? 

Ghostface knows where you’re headed. He’s seen you take this route before, so he gets ahead of you and waits.  He’s vaping in the shadows behind a fire escape in the alley. When he hears the click of your slutty boots, he hits send: a dark alley? lmao. He hears the ding on your phone and the click of your heels slows down right before you reach the fire escape.  no point running, he sends. Then he brings the vape pen under his mask and sucks in a mouth full of smoke, and your phone illuminates your face and your eyes widen.

—--you—--

The alley smells like weed. You’re reading the texts when ghostace appears from behind the fire escape, coming at you with his robe flowing behind him.  He only has one glove on. His gloved hand grabs your throat and he pins you to the wall. You choke and gasp for air. He tilts his mask and a small amount of smoke billows out of the dark mesh at the top of his long, black mouth. He eases up on your throat only to move his hand to your jaw and tighten his grip, squeezing your cheeks to keep your mouth open as the smoke billows thicker and closer. His mask is only an inch from your mouth. You close your eyes and breathe in, and as he releases the smoke into your mouth, your clit throbs.  You've got butterflies in your chest, being close to him again. You cough. 

"Good girl," he says as he relaxes his grip on your jaw.  Then his knee nudges your purse out of the way and wedges your thighs open. 

“Bet ya miss me more than Marla, don’t ya?”

If only he wasn’t right. There’s a fire burning in the pit of your stomach just being close to him. But Javi will probably be here any minute, and you need to put up a fight so they won't be onto you. You abruptly knee ghostface in the groin. He grunts and falls backward only slightly. 

"Bad kitty." He takes you by the throat again as you try to fight back. “Bad, bad girl.” He hasn't brandished his knife, but you know he has it. You can't get your gun out quickly enough. You look at your phone and it flies out of your hand as Ghostface grabs your wrist. 

He lets go of you and picks your phone up off the ground, then walks away, robe trailing behind him as he disappears into the night.  

You try to follow him, but he loses you. The audacity–he shotguns you, gets you all riled up, takes your phone, and leaves you, just assuming you won’t do anything about it. Assuming you’ll chase him. You think about the fountain scene. You think about him leaving you. Rage eclipses your desire. If you see him, you might actually shoot him.  Now all you have is your metro card to get home, and luckily you’re close enough to the train station.  

–-

Scattered groups of drunk college students stumble around, bicker, and laugh. 

The train doors are open and you jog to make it in time, just barely squeezing in before the door closes behind you.  The car is full, but not packed. A Freddy Kruger makes room for you, and you stand with your hand braced on the pole. You get a message on your apple watch, meaning ghostface must be in bluetooth distance. 

always wanted to see you on the pole. 

You look behind you, and there he is, sitting at the back of the car.  You should run, but you’re gonna get your phone back at the very least. There’s too much damage he could do with what’s on it.  As the passengers finish unloading, you discreetly open your purse and put your hand on your gun, then set your sights on ghostface, who’s manspreading and sitting back.  The only other company in the back of the train car is a Michael Myers who looks to be passed out drunk. 

You take out the gun and turn the safety off as you approach ghostface in your slutty cat costume. He pulls back his head and cowers in an exaggerated oh, i’m scared move. He stays quiet, for once. 

“My phone,” you tell him. 

He looks around, pretending like he has no idea what you’re talking about. 

“Now,” you order and put your finger on the trigger. He takes a phone out of his pocket, but it’s not yours. 

“What the hell’s wrong with you,” you ask. The train jolts and you’re propelled onto him.  You brace yourself with your free hand on his strong shoulder, and when you feel his hard muscle, butterflies swarm to your core. If he isn’t going to offer up your phone, you’ll have to find it yourself.  You press the muzzle of the gun into his neck, through the fabric of his mask. He freezes. You reach under his robe and pat him down, finding nothing in the front pockets of his jeans. You should check his back pockets, but first you grab his crotch while you’re at it and laugh when he’s semi-hard. 

“Cock’s the only thing you’re good for, and this is what you’ve got for me?” His mask tilts down, watching you grope him.  You savor the feeling of control. “Worthless,” you spit.  Desire bubbles between your thighs as you feel him harden in your grip. Fuck it, you’re gonna take him one last time. You don’t want the last memory of all this to be him dominating you in your bathroom. You wanna go out on top. You fumble with his button and zipper with your free hand, then command, “Take it out.” 

He tilts his mask at you, then looks behind you as though seeing who’s around. 

“No one’s looking,” you mutter. “Stop fucking around.” You hold the gun to his neck and he urgently takes his hard cock out. You reach down for it. It’s thick and warm in your hand. “Don’t feel half as big as ya look on camera,” you tell him. “Pretty sad.” You spit in your hand and reach for his cock again. “So desperate for my attention,” you mock him. “You’ll do anything, wont ya?”

This is fine, you tell yourself, You’ll tell the cops he forced you, and then you’ll even have his DNA, and they can catch him, and this can all be over. . .after one last ride. 

You put your knees on the seat on either side of him.  You hover over his cock and use your free hand to run the head through your dripping folds, then you sink onto him and bottom out with ease. His cock twitches against your walls, and a shiver races down your spine. Your nipples harden, visible even through your pleather top.  The sheer arousal pisses you off.  He feels too good. A man like this doesn't deserve to be so good at dicking you down, without even trying. Without doing anything.  You move up and down him, and he does exactly nothing. He knows it gets you off. You hate how full he makes you feel. You resent the incomparable pleasure that will linger in your mind, in your whole body, for days. Maybe forever. 

He moans soft enough that the voice changer doesn't pick it up. You wince at the sound of his humanity. 

Something comes over you. “Shut the fuck up,” you tell him as you bring yourself down on his cock again. . “I don't wanna hear your voice." You raise yourself up. "I don’t wanna know who you are." You roll your hips into him.  "I don’t fucking care. I don’t care about you at all," you bite, fucking yourself on his cock, dripping wetter and wetter.  You keep degrading him as you fuck him.  "You’re nothing to me." In your lower belly, a climax is building.  "You’re a faceless cock. Always have been.” He sits motionless as you ride him harder. Maybe it was the weed, but you can’t get enough.

When the train reaches the next stop, you tug down your dress as much as you can and sit still on his cock. You hide the gun between your bodies.

Your watch dings with a notification–an unsaved number. 

how's the 🍆

A shadow eclipses you from behind, and you hear the snap of a picture. Your face goes ice cold. 

"Oh you're a reeeeeal bad girl, aren't ya?" The real ghostface says behind you. All the hair on your body stands up, and your heart pounds as you look at the costume in front of you. The lack of gloves, the quality of fabric, the jeans under it. The cock of a stranger twitches inside you and the gun shakes in your hand. "What the fuck," you mutter. You start to get off the man, but the real ghostface slams you back down on him. 

"Oh don't stop now, kitty. " 

He holds you down on the man's cock. "Lovin’ this Halloween special. sure he is, too. Ain't ya, buddy?" 

"What the hell’s goin' on," the man mutters in a regular voice.

You’re about to berate the man for deceiving you. "You let me,"  then you feel the heavy weight of the gun in your hand and stop short, shame rushing into every blood vessel of your body. 

"Better finish what ya started," the real Ghostface says. "A happy customer won't snitch, right brother?"

When you don't move, Ghostface says, "god damnit," then squats down and wraps his arm around you. "Do I have to do everything?" He lifts you up a little, so the man's cock almost falls out, then drops you back down. He lifts you up and down the man's hard cock, and it's horrifically erotic having Ghostface fuck you on another man's dick. The real Ghostface cock is hard against your back. 

Ghostface adjusts his grip and grabs a tit as he forces you up and down.  The man’s Stab mask tilts down, watching his cock disappear into you again and again. Your lips part, and a moan slips out. 

"Oh, you filthy, filthy girl," Ghostface chides. 

"Shut up," you snap as Ghostface sheaths the man’s cock with you again. 

"Gonna cum for him, pumpkin? Milk his cock?"  

No, God no, this random guy can't cum inside you. Your body stiffens and you shake your head no.

"Oh, c'mon, kitty." 

"No," you whimper.

Ghostface sighs in exasperation and one of his arms leaves your torso for a moment. Then he points his knife at the man you're riding. "Ten seconds." 

Ghostface holds the knife to your throat as he keeps manhandling you on the guy's cock, counting down, "ten," he lifts and lowers you, "nine," stuffing you with the man's cock, "eight,"  and he's only at "seven," when the man flattens his back and arms against the subway seats and shudders as he lifts his hips into you. Ghostface forces you down, and you cry, "no," drowned out by the man's groan as he cums.  You moan at his pulsations. It's sick, disgustingly hot, getting pumped full of this stranger's cum on a subway car with Ghostface holding a knife to your throat. Your spine arches and you begin to convulse, milking the stranger’s cock just like Ghostface told you to. 

"Hellll yeahhh." Ghostface gropes your tit. His cock twitches against your back. He addresses the stranger, "She's hot for a serial rapist, right?" as he lets your weight fully down onto the man. He lets you push yourself off the man, and ghostface holds you by your neck so you won't run.  As the man's cock flops sloppily onto his open jeans, Ghostface tells him, "now get the fuck outta here." The man in the ghostface mask is still zipping up his pants when Ghostface adds, "this one needs a real big cock." Then Ghostface asks you, "don't ya, pumpkin?" And takes the man's seat. 

The train comes to a stop and as the man scurries out of the subway car, he warns other riders not to board the car. He’s removing his mask as the train pulls away, but you don’t get to see him.  Ghostface takes the man's seat and hikes up his robe, revealing his pj pants.  He takes his cock out and manhandles you onto his lap.  You hover. You're not about to hop on his dick, but let’s face it, you’re not gonna put up a fight, either. You're tired. You're confused. You're horny as hell. There must be something in that weed. 

Out the window, everyone is staring as the train slowly pulls away. 

Ghostface hikes your dress all the way up and stares between your legs with the stranger's cum seeping out of you.  

"Look at this mess," he catches the cum with the flat of the knife, cool against your folds. He slowly drags the knife toward himself, then angles it up toward your mound. Then he takes the knife off you.  He wraps his hand around your ass and the handle of the knife rests against your skin.  “Now sit on daddy’s cock.” 

He lifts you onto his cock. He hesitates with his tip notched at your entrance, and you twitch with need. Then he pulls you down, and his thick cock stretches you – a pleasant, easy stretch – as you sink onto him. He's bigger than the cock you just had. 

"What's my favorite movie?" He asks, then begins to move you on his cock. He holds you still. You're dying for friction. "Strangers on a train," he answers for you, and you ignore him.   "Hitchcock's overrated,” Ghostface says. “Now I've got my *own*.” Great, he took a video, too.  This is bad for you, really bad, but all you can think about is the big, hard cock inside you.  He's still not moving, and neither are you.  Your clit is throbbing. You begin to rock your hips as the train slows down . 

Ghostface slaps your ass with his bare hand. "Made for the screen, baby." His hips begin to move under you, finally. You close your eyes, feeling his thick shaft pump in and out of you, sliding with ease through the other man's cum. "Sure can take a cock."  He feels so fucking good.  Why did he have to kill again? Why can't he just fuck you? God his cock feels good. "Bet ya coulda taken us both," ghostface says and his cock twitches inside you. "Ohh, fuck." The train stops. He puts down his knife and takes the gun from you. "Yeah, this hole could take two, no problem." His crude words are making you throb more. You feel people watching from the train window, and your face is hot, but you can't get enough of this cock. "Maybe that's what this filthy cunt needs. Two cocks." Your walls twitch around him. "Ooohhh, like the sound'a that, don't ya?"  You feel an orgasm building in your gut. "Hell yeah, dirty girl."  

The train leaves the station again. “Maybe next time I’ll bring a friend.” he brings the gun to your face. He prods your cheek with the muzzle. Then nudges your lips open and you groan in protest. 

"Give it a kiss, pumpkin'"  You pull your head back and turn your cheek. Your heart is beating out of your chest. Your vision is blurry. Your body is dizzy with pleasure and adrenaline. Ghostface gives up on putting the gun in your mouth. He drags the cool metal down your face, around your neck, to your back, then keeps dragging it down. Then he slouches down in the seat and adjusts your angle on top of him, pulling you tighter against his chest. 

His massive, ungloved hand lifts your ass cheeks out of the way and spreads you wide. He brings you upward, letting most of his cock out, then you feel the cool metal at your dripping entrance. He wedges the cold muzzle of the gun into your pussy right alongside his cock. "Yeah, take it, kitty." 

You groan as he pulls you down on his cock and the gun. What has he done to you? Why is this so hot? "Yeah, knew ya could take two cocks." To your horror, you find your hips rocking. "Fuck yeah," he growls. The barrel of the gun is cool against the back wall of your cunt, and your hole is squeezing his cock tighter now. He wriggles the gun around in a circular motion against his cock. "Ohh yeah."  The train speeds up. "Hold on tight," he warns. He begins to manhandle you on his cock and the gun. You're on the edge. Your asshole tightens and tension swells in your core. 

"Fuck," you whisper. 

He feels it. "Yeah, that's right." You hold your breath. "Cum for me, pumpkin, or I'll make you into pie." Your climax overtakes you and you wince as you clench around the gun and his cock. 

"Goooood giirl," he says with your body jerking around his. "There's daddy's little slut." Wave after wave hits you and your cunt squeezes him and the gun.  He holds you tighter against him and lifts you enough to slide the gun out, leaving your exhausted cunt looser around him. “Yeah, plenty’a room for two.”  You're still having aftershocks. They're not fading, like another one could build. You reach for your clit. "Needy, needy cunt." You rub yourself and he rocks you on his cock until you cum again. 

"Hell yeah," he moans when you clench around him.  Then he erupts inside you with a groan. His cock pulses against your walls as his warm spend mixes with the other man's. "Yeahhh." His cum goes on and on. "Fuck, yeahh." 

As soon as he's finished coming, he pulls you off his lap. He tucks his cock back in his PJs. The train rolls to a stop. 

He pats your lower belly.  “Won’t know who's the father," he chides, "but at least ya know who's daddy."

—

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I’d sacrifice my firstborn for another Raider!Joel fic….

Failed rescue

1.9k, raider!Joel x f!Reader | raider master

mood board by @milla-frenchy

A/N: Picks up after the first Raider but can be read alone. Next: Raider: Stash house

WARNINGS: 18+ very dubious consent unsafe P in V, victim guilt, dark!Joel, gun violence (against your bf), forced gun play, forced cuckolding, forced masturbation (bf), Joel can lift reader.

After Joel has his way with you, you’re locked in a room for hours while the raiders continue their pillaging.  Joel gets called outside, and the same rookies that captured you have a man on his knees. It's your boyfriend, Jack.  He's begging to go into the house.  This is unusual, and Joel wants to hear him out, telling the rookies to hold their fire.  One of them explains, “He says his girlfriend’s in there.  He just wants to make sure she’s safe.”  The other men laugh.  

“Is he armed?” Joel asks.  

“Not anymore,” one of them says, holding up a Glock.  

Joel reaches out for it. "I'll hang onto this."  Then he turns his attention to Jack.  “What’s she look like?”

He describes you. Joel’s jaw clenches and his eyes darken.  He waits a beat before answering.  

“Oh, she’s fine . . .” Joel says.  

"Let her go," Jack pleads. 

"Let her go. . ."" Joel repeats, and nods slowly like he's thinking.  "C'mon, I'll take ya to her." The rookies look at each other hesitantly, then push Jack toward Joel.  On the walk to the house, he thanks Joel over and over for having mercy on you.

-

You hear Jack’s voice approaching the door with Joel.  Jack is thanking Joel, and you’re mostly relieved.  Joel lets him in the room then stands imposingly in the door with his gun.   Jack goes over to you on the mattress, looking you over, seeing if you’re okay.  You throw your arms around him and he says, “Come on honey, let's get out of here.”

Joel says, “Who said anything ‘bout leavin’?” and uses his boot to slam the door behind him without taking his eyes off the two of you. 

Jack’s face drains to white and you start to cry.  Jack doesn’t even know about what Joel did to you.  You feel a wave of guilt for the orgasm you had.  

Joel trains his gun on Jack and says in a low, firm voice, “In the corner.  Now.  And take off your clothes”

Jack hesitates, but when Joel points the gun at you instead, he complies.  He cowers in the corner naked while you sit crumpled up on the mattress.

“On your knees,” Joel tells you gently.  He palms himself and starts unbuckling his belt, and an unwanted arousal stirs between your legs.  

Jack begs “Please, no, no.”

“You’re gonna keep your mouth shut, understand?” Joel warns him, then looks at you and licks his lips. 

“Please,” Jack whispers.   

“What’samatter, don’t wanna see another cock in her mouth?,” Joel asks. "Fine." Joel points his rifle in your face.  He nudges your chin with the cold metal of the long barrel and makes you look up at him. 

“Open wide." 

You whimper and hesitate.  

"Sorry sweet pea, lover boy prefers it." 

Jack begs Joel to put down the gun.  

"I reckon you don't want another man's gun in her mouth either?"  Joel takes off his rifle and puts it out of reach. He pulls Jack's Glock out of the back of his pants.  

Joel nudges your lips with the muzzle. It's at least a little warmer from being in Joel's pants. Both you and Jack stop protesting.  

You take deep breaths trying to stop crying, then carefully wrap your lips around the barrel. 

"Now suck."

You're shaking like a leaf, your teeth chattering against the barrel, but you steel yourself and suck slowly.  It's terrifying having a gun in your mouth, but there's also a nagging voice at the back of your mind saying Joel would never physically hurt you and this display of dominance is all for Jack's benefit.  You wish Jack had stayed away once he saw the raiders. 

"This better, Romeo?"  Joel says, holding the gun in your mouth. 

"No, no," Jack says. 

You make eye contact with Joel, hoping it'll earn you some goodwill.  You remember he told you to look at him with his cock in your mouth. 

Joel looks at you hungrily and wets his lips. It sends a wave of arousal through you. He slides the gun out of your mouth. 

"Doin' great, sweet pea. Pants off, now. Just like before."  He looks at Jack.  

Joel palms his hard cock over his pants, still holding the gun in his other hand while you take your pants off and avoid looking anywhere near Jack.  

-

You don't realize how wet you are until the cool air hits your exposed pussy.  

"Same way as before?" Joel asks. Jack whimpers and you don't want to face him. 

"No," you say and turn around facing Joel. 

"Alright then," Joel nods in approval. "Let's see those titties."

Joel gets down on his knees on the mattress with you.  You sit up on your knees and he lifts your shirt and bra up with his free hand.  The way he looks at your body makes you hot. You help him take your clothes off entirely and you're sitting on your knees. He nudges your knees open to make room for his hand. 

"Good girl," he says. He gropes a breast while he rubs the barrel of the gun against your wet seam, sending a shiver through you.  Your nipple hardens against his palm.  "Mmmm," he says.  He twists his wrist to put the gun muzzle-up and notch it at your entrance. He rubs himself as he begins to push the gun into you. Your heart races. If he even flinches, you could be blown to bits.

"Wait," you say.  You reach for the bulge in his unbuttoned pants. His eyes widen. A smirk spreads across his face as he unzips himself.

"What, you want this?" He takes his big, hard cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. 

"Yes." There's no hesitancy in your response. You're telling yourself it's better than the gun, and it's best to get it over with. But at the same time, you're yearning to be filled by him.

"Well damn," Joel chuckles proudly. "Hear that? She wants the D," he says to Jack, then softens his voice to address you again.  "Any time, baby. All ya have to do is ask." 

You nod, “Please.”   You keep telling yourself it's just better than a gun, but the throbbing between your legs tells a different story.

"Attagirl, c'mere baby."

You're curious what Jack is doing in total silence, and you glance back at him one last time before you get on your back and spread your legs. Bad idea. The wet, sticky barrel of the gun presses onto your cheek and turns your head back toward Joel. His eyes darken.  “You look at me and only me, understand?" Joel says firmly. "Let me worry ‘bout him.”  You nod. His jaw clenches.

-

Joel looks Jack up and down and smiles, bemused.  "Turn you on? . . . Get to it, then."  You wonder if Jack was aroused.

Jack whimpers.  

"Go on. It's there, might as well jack it." You don't know what to think about Jack being aroused. "Hell, finish before me and I might let you live."

A pit forms in your stomach. You don't want Jack dead. 

Jack sobs and you begin to hear his hesitant strokes. 

-

Joel walks forward on his knees to get all the way between your legs, hand wrapped around his stiff length. His cock is so nice, you can't help but admire it. You feel sorry for Jack having to see such superior equipment. 

Joel leans over you, gun still in his hand, and rests the heel of his palm by your shoulder on the mattress.  He aligns himself between your legs, and you throb in anticipation.  He thumbs your clit. 

“Doin’ great, baby.  Now let’s show’m how good you take a real cock.”  He wets his lips. 

Joel closes his eyes and pushes his swollen tip inside with a grunt. You suppress a moan at the stretch of his girth.  Then, he slams his length as far into you as he can.  "C'mon baby, you can do it." His mouth hangs open as he backs up, then plunges into you more forcefully.  You gasp as your insides part, and Joel sighs loudly as he bottoms out. Joel hovers over you, completely inside you, and looks from your eyes to your mouth. 

"Good girl, just like that."

He slowly recedes then forcefully fills you up again, grunting "Mm." His girth is almost too much to handle.  Your inner thighs stretch with his torso heavy between them.  His pants rub against your skin.  You can't help but wonder what he looks like completely naked.  It's a shameful thought with a gun so close to your head. He begins to pound you at a regular rhythm.  His eyes briefly look past you to the corner, and you wish he wouldn't remind you. You can hear Jack breathing heavily as he jerks off for his life. 

Joel's voice is soft and low.  "You're doing so good, sweet pea."  He pounds your g-spot and you dread your orgasm. You try to resist it.

-

A guy outside the door says they're loaded up and ready to go.  Joel tells him one truck will have to wait.  

"Takin' you with me," Joel pants as he fucks you. Then he thrusts deep inside you and stays there.  "I'll take care of ya. Won't let anyone touch ya" He rolls his hips into you masterfully, staying mostly inside you, not letting up on that special spot, and you can't hold off any longer. You wince and clench around his cock.  You try not to moan as you ride your waves, but your back arches and the pressure builds in your face from holding your breath. 

"Let it out, baby," Joel says, and you release your moan.  He keeps thrusting into you slowly. As your climax wanes, you think about how Jack barely ever made you come. Not during sex. Not like this. It's terrible of you to think about, but even worse that you're thinking about Jack in past tense. 

Joel's brow furrows.  He breathes heavily.  He pulls out and groans as he comes all over you in a broken trail from your cleavage to your groin. He catches his breath for a moment, then he looks at Jack regretfully.

Jack pleads, "no," and keeps stroking himself. "I'm almost finished," he says. 

Joel closes his pants and holsters Jack's gun in the back of his waistband again. Then Joel puts his own rifle back on. 

"Sorry, buddy. Time's up," Joel tells Jack, then turns to you. "Cover your ears, baby." 

Joel calmly aims the gun at Jack and pulls the trigger without so much as blinking.  You jump and your ears ring.  You're in shock.  You don't look back at Jack's body. 

Joel swings his gun out of the way behind him, squats down, and takes you in his arms.  "It's ok, sweet pea." You collapse into him, sobbing.  "I know, baby, it's okay." He rubs your back. "I got you, baby."  How does any part of you feel safe in these arms after everything he's done? It doesn't make any sense at all.

Joel tells you, "There's some real bad guys out there, sweet pea.  My guys ain't the worst of 'em." You believe him. 

"C'mon, let's get dressed," Joel tells you and starts to help you put your clothes on.  "You want a ride again, or you gonna walk?"

-

All Joel: @ethanhoewke @silkiers @eiviea. @evyiione

(A/N): if you like the forced-j/o-to-save-your-life thing, i originally did it in michael makes them watch which has a different set-up and the stranger lives, but at what cost? btw michael is just a buff man in a mask - I never describe his real face/head or made him talk, so in that way he's kind of a blank slate to HC how you want. and slasher smut rarely has detailed warnings so generally assume the worst.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller #dark!joel #dark!joel miller #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal #raider!joel #toxicanonymity ☠️ #raider!joel miller #OG!raider☠️ #love2cuck

[toxicanonymity]

🔥 tinder

3.5k / stepdad!joel x f!reader / stepdad master

A/N: Picks up after Fandango. Nothing has happened with the Mom before this, so ignore that hypothetical drabble.

Warnings: I8+ smut, mdni. stepcest, big girthy age gap, angst. jacking off, groping, oral F receiving. P in V but not with each other. cheating on each other, kind of. graphically overhearing your mom and him have sex :(. Joel's state of mind when he did it.

"Firm handshake," Joel says, then takes a seat on the other side of you.  Joel’s extra aftershave wafts into your nostrils and makes you tingle.  He asks about your date.  Jacques leans forward with his elbows on his knees to tell Joel about where you went for dinner and what you guys had. You glance over at Joel and a subtle snarl is forming. 

Joel is weird after his introspective drive home from your apartment. When you get back to their house, he silently brings the TV in for you, biceps bulging through his thin undershirt.  He sets it up in your room and won’t make eye contact the whole time he’s in your room.  Seems like everything went to hell as soon as you asked about their marriage.  

“Joel.”  He doesn't look. He bends over and his shirt rides up as he plugs the last thing into the TV.  

“Joel, what the hell” 

“What?” he snaps,  “What do you want?”  

You’re not sure what to say, so your default sarcasm spills out.  “What, you can’t tell?”

He rolls his eyes.  “Somethin’ you need right now, or am I done here?” He tosses the remote control onto your bed. He won’t even get within three feet of you. 

“You don’t want me to answer that,” you say. 

He scoffs and leaves, closing the door behind him.  

-

Thanksgiving night, your mom gets home and the three of you eat dinner together.  She asks how the movie was.  Joel blushes and plays with his food, but you smoothly start telling her all about the Exorcist until she changes the subject since she doesn’t like horror.    

“I was thinking, honey, why don’t you come with us to Mexico?”

“I thought you were going for a conference,” you say.

“Yeah, well.  You know how that is.  They wouldn’t have it at the beach if they didn’t expect us to have a little fun.”  She looks at Joel.  Joel is staring at his plate.  She continues, “We were gonna add a couple of days, make a vacation of it.  You could bring a friend if you want.” 

You nod.  “Or just the three of us?”

“Sure,” she says.  Joel puts his fork down and sits back in his chair.  “Ate too much earlier,” he says and excuses himself from the table.  You don’t see him again that night. 

-

The next morning, you go black Friday shopping with both of them.  At most stores, Joel waits in the car sulking, pondering his life.  You buy a new TV for your apartment, a few new bikinis for the trip, and your Mom buys Joel a bunch of new clothes.  You’re going to miss the shrunken ones.   After you get home, your Mom leaves to do more shopping and Joel watches football in the ] living room. You put on a new bikini and go downstairs to model it for him. 

“Well what do you think?” you ask. 

He quickly scans your body, his eyes not lingering anywhere.  “Looks great,” he says flatly, then looks back at the TV.   

You sit down next to him, elbow on the back of the sofa with your head propped up in your hand.  He tries not to look. 

“Give me a break,” he says. 

“I just wanna know if you like it,” you say.  

“Said it looks great.” 

You adjust the cups of the top. “It’s not too much?” 

“Come on, sweetheart.” He refuses to look.   “Just get outta here, okay?”

“Okay, I have three more to try on.” 

“Please don’t,” he says and adjusts the crotch of his sweatpants.

“I dunno why you’re punishing me for your own feelings,” you retort. 

He sighs as though too tired to even try.  

“Maybe I’ll go on that tinder date after all.”  You’re still not planning on it at this point, you just want Joel to loosen up again and hope the threat might help. 

Joel scowls at you.  He knows he can’t tell you not to.  He knows it’s not fair.  “Would you grow up,” he says. 

Your laugh is short and silent.  “I’ll send the other suits on snapchat.” 

You go back to your room and try them on, taking videos and pictures and sending them to Joel. “I dunno if the ass is too small on this one,” you say in a low, sultry voice, then turn the camera to the mirror to show  your ass hanging out of a cheeky pair of boy shorts.  You take some even hotter footage and send it all in real time. 

Joel doesn’t open the snapchats right away.  But soon, you hear the TV turn off downstairs, then he goes up to the master bedroom and closes the door. 

-

You smile to yourself and put on a robe.  He’s totally about to jack off.  Sure enough, a minute or two later, Snapchat tells you when he starts watching your snaps.  You tiptoe into the hall to listen. You sneak as close to his door as you can get without giving yourself away.  You want to hear him do it unrestrained by your presence. 

“God damn,” he sighs and your nipples harden at the sound.  

“I dunno if the ass is too small on this one,” you say through his phone, and he replays it.  “I dunno if the ass is too small on this one.”  And again.  “I dunno if the ass is too small on this one.” 

He breathes loudly and you hear the wet squish of his fist around his cock.  

“Uggghh,” he groans and you know he must be watching the one where you untie the top entirely and let it hang between your breasts.  Outside his door, you slip your hand into your swimsuit and touch yourself as you listen to him breathe heavily.  He audibly pleasures himself  while you put on a show and strip for him on his phone.  He’s so fucking hot.  

“Jesus,” he says to himself.  In snapchat, you must be pulling the swimsuit aside to show him your juicy cunt and how wet you are.  You brought your phone with you in your robe so you can see how many snaps he has left to watch. That’s one of the last. 

“It’s yours, Joel,” you say from his phone.  “Come and get it.” 

“Fuck me,” he sighs and the sound of his voice makes you lose control of your hand.  You put your hand on the door knob and open it. 

His phone repeats, “It’s yours, Joel.  Come and get it. . . It’s yours, Joel.  Come and get it.”  You see the reflection of the explicit video in his glasses.  He fumbles with his phone to stop it from playing again. 

“What the hell are you doin’ here,” he whispers gruffly with his cheeks pink. 

“If you’re not gonna come get it. . .” you say, putting your hands in the pockets of your robe and splaying them out to show your whole body. 

“Your mom’s on her way home right now.” 

“That’s what you wanna talk about?”  You take a hand out of your robe pocket and slip it into your swimsuit, dipping a finger into your pussy, letting your head fall back, exposing your neck as you bite your lip and touch yourself.  Then you snake your hand up your torso, between your breasts, to your neck.  You walk all the way up to him, stepping over a trail of shopping bags from the walk-in closet to the bed.  When you get to Joel, you put your fingers in his mouth and he licks them clean with his eyes closed.  Then you take his free hand and put it on your breast, slipping it under the swimsuit.  He does nothing to stop you. You start touching yourself again. 

He strokes his cock faster.  He wets his lips and breathes deeply as he palms your breast and watches you touch yourself.  

Then you hear footsteps on the stairs, and your Mom’s voice.  “Honey?” She must have left the garage door open while she was out.  No warning. 

“Shit,” he whispers, yanking his hand away from you.  He looks around.  You close your robe.  “Closet,” he says, pulling his pants up over his wet, hard cock.  

“No!” you whisper.  But when you see your Mom’s shadow arriving at the top of the stairs and Joel all disheveled with his lube right on the nightstand, you don’t see another option.  You’d have to cross the bedroom door to get to the bathroom.  

-

Just as you hide in the closet, your Mom enters the bedroom, and her paper shopping bags clatter against the door on the way in.  “It’s just you? Thought I heard someone.”  She’s headed your way with the bags.  This was so stupid.  So, so stupid.  You could have just tied up your robe and acted like you were getting something from their bathroom.  

Joel intercepts her.  “C’mere,” he says.  “Why don’t ya let me put those up later?” His voice has a seductive air about it and a pit opens in your stomach.  

“Joel,” she says accusatorily and laughs. “Were you watching porn?”

“What if I was,” he says.  Of course he’s still hard and pink in the face.  Terrible at hiding his humiliation.

“Hope you saved some for me,” she says saucily and your heart drops. She closes the bedroom door.  

This is a worst case scenario.  

You hear kissing.  So fucked up.  You plug your ears and dissociate.  What follows is a torturous symphony of breathing and moaning from both of them for the longest five minutes of your life.  You seethe, then you cry as silently as possible.  Of course he’s thinking about you - of course.  You gave him that hard-on. Is he doing it out of spite? Out of panic? Surely he could manage not to moan if he was only doing it because he felt like he had to.  He knows you’re RIGHT THERE.  Can he really  not control himself? 

While you’re still in the closet, you post one of your sexiest swimsuit photos on instagram.  Then you text Joel, “This is so fucked up. I don’t want to ever hear a word from you about my dates or instagram or anything else.”  You send him a screencap from Tinder where you’re confirming your availability for a date with Jacques.  “Hope you’re happy,” you add. “Fuck you.” 

When it’s over, your mom goes to the bathroom and you make your escape, wiping your eyes with one hand, holding your robe closed tight with another,  not even looking in Joel’s direction. You can feel him looking at you, though.  

-

You slam the door to your bedroom.  

Joel responds to your text, “You’re right, it’s none of my business. I’m sorry.”

That makes you even more upset.  You want it to be his business.  You get in your bed and sob.  

“I dunno what to say,” he adds. “I didn’t know what to do.  If you can’t forgive, me I understand.” 

You respond, “You didn’t have to act so into it.”

He says, “I was trying to make it quick. I’m really sorry.” 

You don’t reply. 

“I wish I could undo it. I’m sorry.” 

You don’t respond. 

He asks, “Do you want to talk about it?” 

Fuck no, you don’t want to talk about it. Why would you want to talk about it?  You stay in your room for a long time but eventually go to the kitchen to get something to drink.  He must hear you going downstairs because it’s only a minute before he comes down, too.  

“Hey,” he says.  “You okay?” 

How would you be okay? You don’t have anything to say to him.

He says, “I was gonna, uh, go to the gas station.  You want a drink or somethin’?” You don’t answer.  

You go back to your room.  When he gets back, he knocks on your door. You don’t answer.  He goes back downstairs and texts you that he got you a drink and put it in the fridge.  

The next morning, you come down for breakfast and he’s there.  

“How’d you sleep?” he asks.  You don’t answer.  He watches you pour a glass of orange juice in silence.  You drink it and put it in the sink.  He leans against the doorframe from the kitchen to the hall, blocking your way.  As you go by, he gently puts his hand on your chest and whispers, “Hey.”  You look down at his big, veiny hand.  How dare he platonically put it on your chest? You take a deep breath, your breast swelling into the heel of his palm. 

“What?” you ask. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.  “Please forgive me.” 

You laugh condescendingly. 

“Or at least talk to me,” he begs with puppy dog eyes. 

You return to your room without another word. 

Over the next few days, you go back to your apartment and Joel tries texting you casually.  He snapchats you too, but you don’t answer it.  

-

A few days later, you go out with Jacques to get your mind off Joel.  Joel remembers your plans.  He’s still thinking about it. 

“Have fun on your date,” Joel texts you.  The nerve.  If Jacques is hot enough in person, you might give Joel a taste of his own medicine in terms of what Joel has to overhear.  You’re glad you hadn’t decided the location when you sent Joel the screencap, lest he show up.  

Jacques is hot.  You go out to dinner, then bring him home to your mom and Joel's house instead of your apartment. The two of you sit in the kitchen first and you make him a drink.  You continue your conversation from the date.  His voice is deep and smooth, but not as sexy as Joel's. You can’t help but compare everything about them.  You and Jacques take your drinks to the living room to watch a movie.  You sit in the middle of the sofa and Jacques sits by your side. 

-

Before you've even picked a movie, Joel walks in. He spreads his feet and crosses his arms, pushing out his biceps with his hands underneath them. Then he just stares at you.  He looks like he’s trying to restrain himself.  

"Joel," you light up insincerely. "This is Jacques." 

Jacques gets up and shakes Joel's hand.

"Firm handshake," Joel says flatly, then takes a seat on the other side of you.  Joel’s extra aftershave wafts into your nostrils and makes you tingle.  He asks about your date.  Jacques leans forward with his elbows on his knees to tell Joel about where you went for dinner and what you guys had. You glance over at Joel and a subtle snarl is forming at the edge of his nose.  You lean back against the couch since they’re trying to talk to each other. 

Joel asks, "So what'd ya talk about? Any common interests?" 

"Oh yeah, we both love horror movies," Jacques says. 

"Nice," Joel nods. "She tell ya we went to see the new Exorcist?" 

"Um, yeah. She mentioned it was good." 

Joel chuckles, then looks at you. "It was good, huh? You'll have to catch me up before the next one, sweetheart." He gives your thigh a squeeze and winks at Jacques. Then he leans forward with his elbows on his knees. "Where ya from, Jacques?"

"El Paso," he says.  Joel doesn't hide his surprise. Then Jacques adds, "My parents are French." 

Joel nods thoughtfully. "Am I sayin' it right? Jock? Or is it Jack?"

"Jack is fine."

"Nice." 

-

You interrupt them. "I don't think Hulu's working in here. C'mon Jacques, we can watch in my room."

"Now hold on, I'll fix it for ya," Joel offers and puts his hand on yours, reaching for the remote control. 

"Nah," you say. "Wanna try out my TV in there anyway."

“Alright,” Joel mumbles.  He runs a hand over his beard.  If he didn’t feel so guilty, he’d be losing his shit right now.  You’re sure of it.  He’s trying really hard to be fair.  You and Jacques get up off the sofa, then Joel stands up. 

"It was nice to meet you," Jacques says and shakes Joel's hand again. 

"You're the stepdad right?" Jacques removes his hand from Joel's death grip. 

"Guess I am tonight," Joel mutters.  

“Sorry, what?” Jacques asks. 

"Yeah, he is," you say, then look at Joel. "Where's Mom?" You ask. "Figured y'all were going to have some quality time."

"Your guess is as good as mine, sweetheart," Joel says, then briefly massages your shoulder before walking away to the fridge.  

-

You and Jacques watch Equalizer 2.  

Joel texts you, “Don’t do this.” 

After about fifteen minutes you respond, “?” 

“Please,” Joel texts.  “You’ve made your point.” 

You don’t reply. 

“I know I deserve it, but I wish you wouldn’t.” 

In another twenty minutes, you see the shadow of feet under your door.  A few seconds later, there’s a soft knock. “Gonna make some popcorn, y’all want some?” Joel asks.  You tell him no thanks. 

Toward the end of Equalizer 2, Jacques gets handsy with you and you welcome the advance. He’s not bad with his hands, but you also don’t hesitate to exaggerate your sounds of pleasure.  But that exaggeration turns into real enjoyment.  You relish the opportunity to release all your tension into someone else’s body.  Someone who wants you unapologetically and would hopefully never make you hide in a closet.  

Jacques has a big one, too.  You close your eyes and pretend he’s Joel as you’re making out and his hard cock is grinding into your crotch.  You moan into his mouth, desperately wanting to feel Joel's beard against your cheek.  Jacques whispers your name and says, “I want you.”  He takes his cock out and wraps your hand around it.  You grab it hungrily without opening your eyes.  You hear the tear of a condom wrapper and your breath hitches.  Your body wants it.  

-

Then the fire alarm goes off.  You cover your ears and Jack puts his dick away. You don’t bother fixing your hair or skirt. 

“Sorry!” Joel yells from downstairs.  The smell of burned popcorn fills the hall.  It takes him a minute to turn off the alarm, of course.  Jacques opens the bedroom door to see what’s going on.  Then Joel comes upstairs out of breath and apologizes for the commotion.  

“Sorry ‘bout that, guys.” Joel hovers there in the door with one of his hands on the frame.  

You cross your arms on your bed, and Joel’s eyes fall to where the bedding is messed up.   

“Well, It was nice to meet ya, Jacques,” he says.  “Lemme walk ya out.” 

Jacques is confused.  “I, uh.” 

“Um, I guess I’ll call you,” you tell Jacques.  

Relief washes over Joel’s face and he asks you, “Your Mom, uh, needs a ride, you wanna come with me in a minute?” 

Jacques looks back and forth between the two of you.  “Yeah, guess I better go,” he says to himself.  

Joel walks him out.  

-

When Joel comes back from walking Jacques out, he tries to be casual, but his body is clearly tense.  

"Really think he bought that performance?" Joel asks as he pushes into your room. He closes the door behind him and leans against it with his butt.  He looks at Find my Friends on his iphone.  “She’s ten minutes away,” he says and pushes off your door to approach your bed.  

"What performance?” you ask. 

"C'mon, sweetheart.  You were fakin' it."  He lifts the comforter and sheets and inspects them. "Dry." 

Your cheeks burn. 

He sits down on the bed and picks up the unused condom still in its wrapper.  "Least you woulda been smart." 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you ask.  “Leave me alone.” 

“Can’t, sweetheart,” he murmurs and puts his hand on your thigh. “I can’t.” 

“Then do something about it or get the fuck out,” you whisper.  

He slides his hand up your skirt and slips his fingers right into your panties.  “That for me or him?” 

You roll your eyes.  “Shut up.” 

You lean back on your pillows and he gets between your legs.  He hikes your skirt up and pulls your panties down, then plants his face between your thighs, lightly caressing them from the outside with his big, masculine hands.  “Gotta be quick,” he murmurs into your pussy, then digs in.  He sucks and laps at you and inhales deeply through his nose.  Your hips lift into his mouth.  You whine his name. He pauses and looks up but doesn’t reprimand you.  He penetrates you with his tongue and moans into your cunt. 

“Fuck, Joel,” you breathe.  He devours you ravenously, moaning and sighing, until your thighs tense and your hips lift and you moan his name as you come in his mouth and he laps up every drop.  

He tears his head away and looks at you affectionately.  He’s panting and his face is dripping wet from the nose down.  He kisses your inner thigh, then gives you a hickey there on each side.  

The garage door opens downstairs.  Joel stands up and adjusts his joggers to accommodate his massive erection.  He’s still breathing heavily.  He wipes off his face.  He walks to your door and opens it without a word.  He turns around and looks at you, then closes the door behind him.  

-

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[toxicanonymity]

Would you please write a boyfriend’s dad fic 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Maybe the bf ditches her while she’s on vacation with his family and Joel knows his son is a fuck up so he wants to show her what she’s missing

Sky’s out, thighs out

1.5k / boyfriend's dad!Joel x f!reader 

thighs out masterlist

Warnings: NSFW 18+,  non-outbreak AU, big girthy age gap (unspecified), public, exhibitionism, oral & rimming (f receiving), unsafe P in V sex, creampie, squirting, dirty talk, use of daddy (prone bone anon). 

☀️🌤️☀️🌤️☀️🌤️☀️🌤️☀️

You're sunbathing face-down in a pool chair and a shadow falls over your book.  Joel squats down in front of you.  “Hey,” he says gently.  You wipe your eyes under your sunglasses.  He takes your shades off, but leaves his own on.  “Don’t worry 'bout my dipshit son, okay? Not worth the tears." He catches one with his thumb as it rolls down your face. You glance up and he asks, "Wanna go for a swim or somethin’?”  You avoid your reflection in his shades. Your eyes fall to his meaty thighs which are stretching his short, retro swim trunks under his wife beater tank top.   He follows your eyes down, then his nose twitches, smugly tugging at one corner of his mouth.  “We could do that, too." He’s shameless, but you've ignored it so far.  

One day, lounging on the beach, he caught you looking. He said, “sky’s out, thighs out," then sensually rubbed his upper inner thigh. You said, “sky’s always out. . .”   “Exactly.”  His beard pattern only enhanced the mischief in his smile, his hand resting at his groin. He wet his lips, still looking at you. Then he adjusted himself. The next day, he snuck up on you from behind when you were reading at the edge of the pool. He silently swam up and stood behind you, pressed himself up against you, and you didn’t do anything about it except think about him while you fucked his son later.  

"Thanks." You take your sunglasses from his hand and go back to reading. You're looking at the book but can’t focus with all these butterflies between your legs.  

You're thinking about how big and hard Joel felt against your ass in the pool and now hot it was that he stole that moment, no matter how creepy. The way he loosely wrapped one arm around you under the water, and you didn't flinch as he ran his hand over your stomach, just barely dipped his fingertips into your suit, and whispered, "good color on you." His soft grunt when he pressed himself harder against you before sinking back and floating away just in time for Jack to come back outside.

"Plenty of time to ourselves," he says as you stare at the words on the page. It’s a rooftop pool shared by several units, and the other units have been empty this week.  But there are higher roof tops nearby with direct lines of vision. Someone waved from their barbecue the night before and invited y’all to join. It's a friendly area, lots of vacation condos.

-

“Alright, I’m gonna make this easy on ya,” Joel says.  “Want me to stop, I will, but you gotta say stop.” You throb at his words. He knows exactly what you need right now - for him to take charge.  

He starts by massaging your back. "Damn fool to even glance at another chick.”  He kneads your muscles lower and lower, then gropes your ass with an "Mmm."  You put your book down and rest your head on your hands.  He slides his hand into your swimsuit bottoms and keeps sliding down, over your crack, a little further, until his middle finger reaches your dripping wet pussy.  He inhales deeply and his voice lowers to a horny pitch as he swirls his finger. “Yeahhh," he growls.  "That's what I thought. . .” he says as he touches you.  

He swings a leg over the pool chair to straddle you, and as his crotch hovers over your ass, he brings his mouth to your ear. "You're so damn hot, baby," then dips his pelvis down for his raging erection to brush your swimsuit, sending all your blood to your loins.  "Knew ya wanted it."

He uses one hand to slowly untie your swimsuit bottom on both sides, so slowly, as if any sudden movement might break the spell.  Then he backs up toward the foot of the lounge chair and spreads your thighs.  "Damn, this ass is perfect,” he says under his breath as he gives your cheeks a quick squeeze. Then he inserts a thick finger into your cunt and breathes deeply as he adds another.  

“Pussy, too. . . Damn. . .” Your cunt twitches around his digits and he says, “Wooo.”  He takes out his fingers, and his hands on your hips nudge you into lifting your ass and tilting your hips for him to plant his face. His facial hair prickles you lightly.  He starts at your clit and when he reaches your warm, wet hole he gives it a kiss.  Then he inserts his tongue and moans into you.  After about a minute of eating you out, his tongue sharpens and drags from your entrance up to your asshole to tease you there while squeezing a cheek.  

He gets on top of you and presses the hard bulge of his swim trunks into your ass.   You moan softly and he says, “Yeah, that’s right.”  He pulls his swim trunks down enough to free his stiff member then runs the firm tip through your folds.  You gasp and he says “All yours, baby.  Every inch.”  

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He notches the swollen head at your entrance.  Your thighs spread and your hips tilt for him. "That's right, baby."  He shoves himself into you with a grunt.  You moan as his girth splits you open.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes and retreats half way.  He plunges forward again and bottoms out with a long sigh. "Damn. . . tight 'n juicy. . ." He repeats the motion.  "Perfect pussy." He lowers his broad torso against your back for a moment, pulling out all but the tip. The light padding of his stomach makes you twitch. Then with a deep thrust he pushes himself back up.  He hovers over you and braces himself on both sides of the pool chair as he rails you.  He’s hitting just the right spot.  The tension builds in your core.  

“Ah, fuck,” you gasp. 

“Yeah, how’s this cock treatin’ ya, baby?”

“Fuck, it’s good.”

“That’s right,” he says into your neck. "Daddy knows best. . . Don't I, baby?" He latches onto your neck. 

You start to say it back to him "Da-" and cut yourself off with a moan.  He sucks your neck so hard it’ll leave a mark but you don’t care. All you care about is his cock inside you.  You take a deep breath and manage, “yeah, Daddy.”  

He pounds you with all the pent up tension of the week.  You hear faint voices from a neighboring rooftop.  It sends a rush of excitement through you, the thought of strangers seeing you get railed by your boyfriend’s hot dad. 

Every time Joel buries his length in you, it rocks you forward on the chair and you grip it for dear life.  You moan in near disbelief at how good he feels. Your chest feels light with energy.

“Jack ever fuck you this good?" Not even close.  

“No,” you pant.  “Never, daddy. . ."  You could come any minute but don’t want it to end.

“s'what I thought." His cock is so stiff and thick.  And length wise, even a smidgen more might be too much to take. 

-

You look up and a shadow moves inside the clubhouse. “Wait,” you say. “ Is someone in there?”

He slows his hips.  “Want me to stop?”  He stops moving, and you can hardly stand it you’re so close to coming.  You groan.  No, you don’t want him to stop.  

You’re trying to see into the clubhouse when he pulls out and you answer too late, “Nooo.”  

He says “C'mere” and flips you over.   The voices return next door.  His strong thighs swell out from under his swim trunks and you follow them up to his commanding cock.  His sun-kissed arm flexes as he pumps himself, then crouches down and lines himself up.  

“Look at Daddy, don’t worry ‘bout nothin’ else."  He plunges to the hilt with a loud sigh from both of you.  “Damn you take it good,” he says.  He begins to pound you, then puts your legs up in a mating press.  

“I’m on the pill,” you manage to say between deep breaths.  Hard to tell if he’s relieved or disappointed.  His hips snap into you faster, and you forget about the shadow in the pool house and the people next door.  When you’re on the edge of  bliss, you say “I’m gonna–”

“Yeah baby, come on my cock.” 

You pant. 

“Come on, baby,” he says as he slams into you. 

You begin to clench around him and moan obscenely, gushing on his cock.

“Attagirl.”  He keeps fucking you through it. “Hell yeah,” he says between heavy breaths.  

He plunges into you slower but harder and somehow further, bottoming out with a primal grunt. Then he pulses inside you and sighs loudly as his balls empty.  His pulsations extend your own until he finishes coming and pulls out. Before he takes his still-hard cock away, he gathers his cum with the tip and pushes back inside.

When he's truly done, he swiftly pulls up his swim trunks, drags his hand through your juices and sucks his fingers.  He crouches down, cups your cheek and says, “Hot as hell.”  

Then he takes off his tank top and jumps in the pool.  He turns around and rests his arms on the deck, facing you. 

 “Damn. . . Jack’s even dumber than I thought.” 

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Same Joel, same vacation:

thighs out on the beach

sun's out, guns out

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Thank you so much for reading and engaging!

If you like this one, you might like the Speakeasy series which has exhibitionism, horniness, and talking.   Like how he talks?  Try night walks for similar energy (on the darker side).  Instagram and Uber for another squirter. 

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How about (dbf?) Joel sharing you with Tommy? I know I always wanted to see the Eiffel Tower 🫣

Tommy's hard day (free use)

3k / darkish!Joel x fem!reader x darkish!Tommy

Joel master list: free use section

WARNINGS: I8+ mdni. free use, dubcon (pressure/gray area) blow jobs, MFM threesome w/ Tommy & Joel Miller, cucking, unprotected P in V, creampie, Pre or non-outbreak.

A/N: Shout-out to multiple Joel & Tommy Anons incl. under-table Anon, and @milla-frenchy, sorry if I'm leaving anyone off lmk.

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“Lookin’ good tonight, baby."

Joel says that almost every night. He takes a sip of his Pabst Blue Ribbon beer, puts down the bottle, and rolls up his sleeves.  He leans back in his chair.  You steal a glance at his bicep flexing, straining his shirt as his arm moves slowly under the table. You’re doing dishes in the kitchen wearing a thin, cotton sundress he bought you with sunflowers on it.  

Joel lifts his hips to unbutton and unzip his jeans.  When he's done he picks up his beer again and his other hand beckons you with a finger as he takes a sip. When he puts it back down, he pushes his chair back a few inches from the table, and you know what that means. You're salivating for it. You wash your hands and smile at him knowingly.  He doesn’t return the smile, but you see it in his eyes as they follow you to the table.  

You come around his chair, walking between Joel’s seat and the door to the garage.  You put one hand on the back of the chair and one on the table and bend your knees. 

“Wait a minute, c’mere,” he says softly and slides a hand up the back of your leg under your dress.  He palms your ass, then rotates you toward him. He swings his legs around to face you and makes room for you between them.  Both his hands rub your thighs and ass, and he nuzzles his face into your breasts as you finger his hair. He kisses your nipples through your dress - no bras in this house - moaning into the cotton as he keeps groping your behind. He smacks your ass and says, “Okay, baby,” then turns back around to face the table. 

You get on the floor between his knees. His work boots and jeans are dusty with cement mix. He hasn't showered or changed since he got home from work. His big, veiny hand holds his cock for you to take.  He's already fully hard for you as you wrap your hand around it and inhale his musk. You lick the underside from his balls to the tip and he sighs softly.  Then you take him into your mouth, immediately sucking in half his shaft. You suck him as far as you can, getting his whole cock wet. The tip inches briefly into your throat - you can't do that for long since it barely fits. You start by bobbing your head halfway down his shaft and work the bottom with your hand. 

-

You’ve only been at it for a minute when the front door opens and you stop.  “You’re not gonna believe this shit,” Tommy booms. 

You freeze, but Joel mutters, “Don’t stop, baby,” and brings a comforting hand to your head.  “What happened?” Joel yells.  Tommy’s boots thud as he gets closer. You’re facing the opposite direction so you can’t see him, and the other chairs at the table hopefully block him from seeing you. Joel’s fingers lightly nudge your head and you resume sucking him off.   Tommy goes to the kitchen and opens the fridge.  

“It’s her goddamn doctor,”  Tommy says incredulously as he opens a bottle of beer.  Apparently, Maria has been cheating on him.  

“Damn.  Fucked up,” Joel says.

Tommy pulls out a seat from the table and sits down.  His feet are dangerously close to yours. You scoot closer to Joel.  You freeze again and Joel’s fingertips pull you back down on his cock.  You slowly, quietly continue your work.  

“Can you believe that?” Tommy says. “What do I do here? What would you do?” He’s so preoccupied with his marital agony that he hasn’t noticed anything amiss at all. Joel leans forward and puts his elbows on the table, his belly nudging your head as he grabs his beer then sits back. 

“What would I do?" Joel repeats. 

"Nah, she would never,” Tommy says about you. “You dunno how lucky you are, Joel.  A woman like that? So loyal, too.” He sounds genuine. “She’s a good girl, Joel.” 

“No shit,” Joel says. 

Encouraged by Tommy’s praise and Joel’s agreement, you suck Joel more thirstily, taking him deeper into your mouth, then your throat, sucking hard.  Joel leans back and takes a deep breath, then exhales "fuck."

Tommy mirrors Joel’s body language, leans back in his chair and stretches his feet out.  And his boot hits your bare foot. “Sorry,” he says, assuming he hit Joel. 

“For what?”Joel asks.  Then Tommy casually looks under the table.  

“Fuck me,” Tommy whispers. “What the fuck, man?” As if you can’t hear him. 

“Ya didn’t knock, ring the doorbell. . . “ Joel says.  Tommy starts to get up. “Yeah, sorry.” 

“Sit down,”Joel tells him quietly and you can imagine Joel’s stare when he does it. He’s so dominant, so quietly imposing.  He doesn't have to tell Tommy twice, but Joel continues, “Stay a while. Know it's been a hard day."

You look up at Joel and he winks at you.  He’s asked you before how you’d feel about Tommy watching.  You dared to ask why Tommy.   Joel said Tommy’s harmless.  What that really meant was Tommy’s not a threat.  Joel is so confident in his dominance and control over both of you that he doesn’t have to worry at all. 

Tommy says, “So, uh. . .” having lost his whole train of thought. 

Joel takes a deep, contemplative breath.  

“Tell ya what, go sit in my chair, take a load off. Be in there in a minute.”  Joel nods toward the living room. Tommy takes his beer with him.  

Tommy breathes a sigh of relief as he stands up and mutters, “sorry” again.  His boots thud across the linoleum then disapper onto the carpet. 

Joel’s voice is low and soft.  “He’s had a bad day, baby. Why don't ya give'm some sugar?” 

“What?” you ask, your face heating up.  

Joel makes a fist and sticks his tongue in his cheek pantomiming a blow job.

You’re hesitant - what if Joel ends up getting jealous?

“Just this once baby,” he whispers.  “Hot for me to see a different angle.”  

You don’t hate the idea of having another man’s cock in your mouth, and this might be your only chance.  But most of all, you love pleasing Joel. So if this is what he wants, you’ll do it. 

"Go on,” Joel says and nods toward the living room.

-

Joel doesn’t bother putting his dick away when he pushes back from the table and stands up. He walks into the living room and sits down on the sofa.  He’s hung and he’s proud.  Tommy tries not to look at Joel’s equipment but his eyes go wide and he looks away. 

You smooth your dress as you emerge from under the table and head toward the living room.  Joel is manspreading with his hard cock in his hand, sending a pang of desire through your chest to your core.  It occurs to you this may be a rare occasion to see or at least hear Joel jack off, too.  Normally you take care of all his needs, but it’s so sexy when he does it himself. 

“Look, I caught you at a bad time, man,” Tommy says to Joel when he sees you joining them.  He assumes you're headed for Joel, and he starts to stand up.

“Sit down,” Joel tells him again. Joel looks at you with those pretty brown eyes and nods toward Tommy.  You approach Tommy in Joel's chair then look back at Joel.  

“Go on,” Joel says.  You nudge Tommy's legs apart on the sturdy ottoman and push it flush with the chair.  His legs slide off to either side of it, spread wide. He's dumbfounded, frozen. You kneel on the ottoman. This gives you more of an overhead angle than you had under the table with Joel.  You've knelt here and sucked Joel off in this chair plenty of times.

“Whoa, Joel, this is –” 

First you feel him through his pants.  He’s semi-hard. 

“Don’t be rude, Tommy. Help her with your pants.”

Tommy still hesitates, like he thinks it’s a trap. You sense Joel’s going to get pissed if Tommy doesn’t get on with it, so you help him.  “Good girl,” Joel tells you from the sofa. The armchair is roughly perpendicular to the sofa, but a few feet away. Joel has a back corner view.

You sit back on your heels.  Tommy’s heart is racing, you can see his heartbeat through his shirt.  His shallow breaths make you nervous for him.  “Joel, I feel like you’re gonna snap out of it and kill me for this.” Tommy still hasn’t addressed you directly.  

“Won’t kill ya,” Joel says with an eye roll. "Promise. . .But come on, let’s go already."  He spits in his hand to supplement your saliva.

You brace your arms on Tommy’s thighs and take his cock out.  It's pretty nice - of course it is, he's a Miller.  To you, it's not nearly as commanding as Joel's, but you know you're biased. They're just different. Tommy isn't as girthy. You're not sure about length. Tommy's has virtually no visible veins. You look back at Joel to see how he's doing. He looks smug. "Go on, baby."

You wrap your lips around Tommy’s tip and he inhales sharply.  He puts his beer on the end table and digs his fingers into the plush arms of the chair for dear life.  You suck down on his shaft and he comes to full mast in your mouth.  He tastes different, too.  Blander and not as salty.  Tommy looks straight up at the ceiling, not wanting to see Joel or Joel’s cock.  Tommy occasionally glances down at you, but you never make eye contact.  Meanwhile, Joel isn’t looking at Tommy, just you.  The way your body is curled in on itself in your sunflower dress and how pretty your mouth looks wrapped around a Miller cock.  

“You’re so damn hot, baby," Joel says as he strokes himself. You keep sucking Tommy, aroused by the sounds of Joel jacking off.  He spits in his hand again.  You pretend it’s Joel in your mouth, but your jaw isn’t getting sore like it normally would.  You flex your toes then covertly slide a heel between your legs for friction as you listen to Joel jerk off.  Joel sighs, then the springs of the sofa creak as he stands up from it. 

-

Joel makes his way over to you.  You can feel him getting closer.  You move your heel out from under yourself lest he think you’re trying to get off with Tommy.  Joel presses his hard cock against the back of your bare shoulder, making your clit twitch. You freeze with the head of Tommy’s cock in your mouth. “It’s okay, baby," Joel says. “You look hot with a cock in your mouth.” 

This is starting to feel surreal. Joel grabs at your breast and you leave your arms on Tommy's thighs as Joel plays with your nipple.  Joel nudges you up on your knees, then lifts your dress up, leaving it pulled up over your ass. He steps back and inhales deeply at the sight, then his thick fingers slide against your wet cunt, sending a bolt of arousal through you.  Joel starts working your clit like only he can, making you wetter.  When he dips a finger into you to check, he mutters, "good girl."  You’re ready for him. 

The firm head of Joel's cock nudges your entrance. He wiggles it forward, notching it for entry. His large hands grip your hips. He pulls you back toward his clothed thighs and plunges his hard cock into you with a sigh, the momentum pushing your head forward on Tommy’s cock as your body adjusts to Joel's girth.  Tommy gasps at the jolting sensation, still looking at the ceiling.

Joel retreats then plunges into you again, to the hilt, almost gagging you on Tommy’s cock as  your ass slams into his jeans, held up only by their tightness.  Each time Joel fills you up, his strong hands pull you back, your ass pushes back into him on its own, too.  Joel grunts unrestrained as if it’s just the two of you – even more than usual, really.  The sounds of Joel’s pleasure always turn you on.  You’re getting wetter and wetter around Joel's cock as he rails into you.  You give up on controlling your rhythm on Tommy’s cock and let the force of Joel’s thrusts do it all. Tommy tries not to make noise, but he breathes heavily and the occasional sigh slips out. Joel sighs loudly as he slams his length into you. 

“That’s my good girl,” Joel murmurs.  “Always tight 'n wet”  He sighs and groans softly. 

"S'weird, man," Tommy says to the ceiling.  

Joel doesn't reply, but he does lean forward and stretch his arms out, putting a hand on each of your shoulders for leverage.  He fucks you harder, vocalizing and breathing louder.  You gag only because of the force and your nose is smashed into Tommy's public bone.

Joel buries his length deep inside you, hitting the right spot, pushing an obscene moan out of you and onto Tommy's dick. Joel freezes, all the way inside you. 

That's enough, baby," he mutters.  Joel seems to have no issue with Tommy's cock in your mouth, but apparently can't stand to hear you moaning into it. 

Joel reaches forward and firmly wraps his hand around the nape of your neck where it meets your shoulders.  He pulls your head off Tommy’s cock, wraps his other arm around your front, and gropes a breast as he pulls you up. 

Tommy starts jerking off feverishly.  You don’t dare to look right at him, but you can see him.  You feel the fear in his eyes boring into you,  like he wants to finish and get out before Joel kills him. 

-

"To the left," Joel directs you.  Without pulling out, he rotates you on the ottoman so you're not looking at Tommy. Joel’s arms are wrapped around you with one hand between your legs and one across your breasts. “Yeah, baby,” he whispers as he fucks you.  He grabs your tit and strokes your clit.  He doesn't often bother.  He doesn't often need to,  but the nerves have gotten to your head in this case.  And Joel’s not going to fuck his wife in front of someone without making her come.  He nibbles at your neck - the side away from Tommy - and murmurs, "ya did good.”  His voice is low, gruff, and quiet. He rails into you faster.  “Now come for me, baby.” 

Without the preoccupation of an unfamiliar cock in your mouth, your orgasm builds rapidly.  But not as fast as Tommy's.  Tommy comes with a stifled groan and you avoid looking in his direction, as hot as it is to watch a man come.  

Joel pistons into you faster and you feel like you might burst.  His hands feel so good when he's chasing your pleasure.  Surprisingly, you don’t really want this to end.  But your end is in sight.  You don't know if Joel wants you to be quiet or not, so you act natural.  You let the sighs flow out of your lungs with Joel's big cock filling you up on the edge of climax. Joel softly bites down and moans into your neck.  Your spine arches, you gasp, then say "Jo-" but cut yourself off with moan and he releases your neck from his mouth. 

"Yeah, baby," he growls quietly.  “Come on my cock.” 

Joel holds you steady as you unravel in his arms, moaning his name. You savor his arms tightening around you. 

Joel pants "Love you, baby," cock still railing into you.  Then he erupts inside you, pulsing massively.  You’re still coming, contracting around his shaft, your peak intensified by his own pulsations.  His arm and hand press your breasts into your body as he empties his balls and you savor each pump.  When he stops moving, you lean back into him, spent. He hugs you and kisses you tenderly on the neck.  

Out of the corner of your eye, Tommy tucks his dick away.  Joel pulls out of you and puts your dress back down. "Go clean up," he tells you, then gives you a kiss on the lips with an intense affection in his eyes.  You don't make eye contact with Tommy and you still haven’t spoken to each other. 

You go upstairs to take a shower. That was wild, but you didn't hate it. You got to hear Joel jack off, and it was special the way he paid so much attention to your pleasure. He touched you for you, not just for him.  It’s hot in its own way when he touches you for his own pleasure, but there was something about feeling him being so focused on yours. It’s not that it never happens, but it’s not very often, and never with such urgency.  He also talked much more than usual.  You hadn’t heard him like that in a couple of years.

With Tommy watching, Joel did all the things you thought you didn't need.  As much as Joel's cock does for you--and it does a lot--you're remembering that it can be even better.  You don’t want to end the free use. It turns you on, thinking about him taking you at any moment.  But you wonder if there’s a way to have Joel be like this just a little more often.

-

Meanwhile, Joel stuffs himself back in his pants and collapses onto the sofa to relax. Tommy stands up nervously to leave, unsure if he should thank Joel or what.

"Where ya goin'?" Joel asks, like nothing just happened. "You wanna tell me 'bout Maria? Want another beer?"

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[toxicanonymity]

sun's out, guns out

2.3k / bf's dad!Joel x f!reader / master list

WARNINGS: I8+ big girthy age gap (unspecified), exhibitionism, cucking, dirty talk, use of "daddy," unsafe P in V, depraved footsy. Not Dark. Previous: Sky's out, thighs out (1.5k); beach (short)

You’re having dinner at a beachside restaurant with Jack and Joel.  You’re seated at a relatively small round table directly on the beach. You’re all wearing sunglasses.   You’re closer to Jack,  and Joel is almost across the table. There’s a volleyball net between the restaurant and the ocean.  You’re wearing a beach dress over your swimsuit.  Jack is wearing a t-shirt over his swim trunks and Joel is wearing a tank top over his. 

On the way there, Joel told Jack he was gonna get a farmer's tan. "Sun's out, guns out, buddy." 

Jack has already had too much to drink today, and his sour mood is getting you down.  Joel can tell. After the hush puppies are delivered to the table, you get a text message. It’s from a new number and it says:

Say stop. 

Butterflies swarm between your legs and you take a deep breath through your nose.  You forgot Joel even had your number, and it’s not saved in your phone.  You don’t look at him right away, but out of the corner of your eye, you can tell he’s gazing at you hornily.  When you do look at him, you can see it in the corner of his mouth.  

The top of Joel’s left foot brushes your right ankle, then the outer side of your calf.  He slowly caresses you with his foot and you freeze your leg, afraid to move it awkwardly and call Jack’s attention.  On the other hand, Jack has been drinking and isn’t at his brightest.  

Joel hooks his foot around the outside of your leg and strokes the back of your calf up and down, a little higher each time.  When his toes dwell on the back of your knee, it sends a desperate pang of desire through your core and your foot involuntarily scoots forward.  Joel drags his foot all the way back down your leg and wedges his toes between your foot and sandal. He rests the foot on your flip flop and flexes his toes, nudging the bottom of your foot upward. You slip out of the sandal and put your foot back on top of it. 

Joel boldly scoots his chair forward and shifts in his seat.  Your face gets hot and you glance at Jack, who has his margarita turned up to his mouth and is shaking the ice to get the last of it out.  

Joel uses his right foot to lift your left leg and reaches down to accept it with his massive hands.  He sets your foot on his knee and briefly massages your calf with his hands.  You softly gasp.  He freezes and raises his eyebrows as though to say, should I stop?  No.  No, he shouldn’t.  You slide your foot toward him along his thigh, and he massages it in his lap for a minute.   You look out at the ocean and no one is watching, but anyone playing volleyball could see every detail of what’s happening. It turns you on a little. 

-

After massaging you for a minute or two, he spreads his knees and sits your foot directly against his hard package. He takes a deep breath in through his nose as your foot presses into him at a slow rhythm, guided by his hand. He moves your foot with one hand and caresses your ankle with the other.   When his cock swells against the arch of your foot, your clit twitches, too.  You begin to move your foot on your own, softly pushing the ball of your foot into his warm, stiff cock until he’s rock hard.  He scoots his chair in more and leans forward with his elbows on the table to look at the menu. 

The waiter comes out and you take your foot away but scoot closer to the table.  Joel tilts his head as though playfully rolling his eyes but remains discreet through his sunglasses.  

For the rest of the meal, you mostly play footsty.  Then he nudges your dress up and strokes your inner thigh with his arch. Jack starts engaging more in the conversation and you close your thighs, clenching them as they hug Joel’s foot.  Joel manages to reach his toe to the crotch of your swimsuit. You’re so wet it’s evident.  He takes a sip of his drink, feels you’re that wet,  and says, “woo, this margarita’s strong.”  Before he can finger you with his toe, you discreetly push his foot away with a soft chuckle. 

Jack says, “Mine wasn’t.” 

“Wasn’t what?” Joel asks. 

“Strong.” 

Joel flashes his eyebrows. 

-

After the meal, Joel tries to get y’all to play Volleyball, but Jack won’t.  Another team is short a player and Joel joins them for a match.   You and Jack sit in the sand and watch.  Joel is tan and ripped and his muscular thighs swell out obscenely from his short, baby blue swim trunks.  When he spikes the ball, you can see his tan line and happy trail.  His pecs bounce and his stomach quivers when he lands back on the sand.  

Jack watches you watch Joel and the other men playing volleyball and says, “C’mon, let’s go back.”  

“Why?”

“Why not? We don’t have to hang out with him the whole time.”

The two of you leave Joel to his game and head back to the condo.  

You ask Jack if he wants to go for a swim, and he’s too tired.  It was an obligatory quesiton anyway.   Jack goes to y’all’s room to “rest.”  Soon enough, you expect he’ll be passed out.  

You go out to the pool and get in.  You bring your book to the edge and read.  You hear flip-flops clip-clopping up the concrete stairs.  Joel gets back from the volleyball game all sweaty and tired.  His chest heaves from jogging up the stairs. 

He peels off his sweaty tank top and says, “where’s Jack?” 

“Pretty sure he’s passed out.” 

“Good.”  He steps out of his sandals.  “Daddy’s home.”  

-

Joel dives into the pool, does a frog stroke underwater, and surfaces right behind you and shakes out his hair.  He doesn’t waste any time, hugging you from behind against the wall of the pool.  His large hands rest on your thighs. He spreads his fingers out and squeezes with his palms, pulling your ass into his crotch. 

“Look so damn hot,” he growls, “thinkin’ bout daddy’s cock.”  

He languidly drags his hands up over your hips and stomach, as though they’re hitched to you like magnets and he couldn’t pull them off if he tried.  He reaches your breasts and engulfs them over the bathing suit first. Then you keep your elbows on the side of the pool as he slides his hands into your bikini top through the lower edge.  He keeps his hands on your breasts as he sinks down into the pool.  Right at the waterline, he bites the bottom tie of your top and pulls it undone.  He plants kisses on his way up your back, massaging your breasts, then sucks at the nape of your neck.  The bikini strings float in the water and the top comes loose, allowing him to grab a real handful on each side. 

He presses his shorts into your ass again and his ample arousal makes you ache with need.  You sigh softly.  He says, “yeah, baby.”  He sucks your neck and grinds into your ass. “Feel somethin’ ya like?”   

“Yeah, Daddy. . . So big and hard.”  You push your ass back into him.

“Ohhhh, baby.”  He grinds his stiff length against you.  “Why don’t we take this to the shallow end,” he murmurs into the top of your ear.  You turn your head enough for him to see the go-ahead of your slight smile.  “Mmm,” he grunts as he presses his arousal against you again.  He rests his arms on top of yours and you let go of your book. 

He laces his fingers with yours and you let him gently bring your hands into the pool.  “Let’s go, sugar.”  He puts his hands on your hips, then turns you on your side with your ass against him and hooks one arm under you and one arm over you. Your legs trail behind you as he pulls you to the shallow end.  He slides a hand into the front of your bikini bottom before you come to a stop.  

-

The sun is just starting to set.  He pauses a few feet from the far edge of the pool.  You both come to a rest on your knees and face each other with your heads comfortably above water.  He grabs your ass and tugs you toward him, lifting you slightly.  You inhale the mix of sweat and chlorine and wrap your legs around him, his hard cock perfectly nestled against your cunt. He presses his lips into yours and grunts,  “Mmm,” into your mouth as his hard cock swells against your clit.  

Your swimsuit top is hanging futilely between your tits and your nipples harden against his chest, making him moan again at a lower pitch. 

His practiced tongue gently fucks your mouth, and you return, “Mmm.”   You open your eyes and he looks like he could eat you alive.  He extends his legs behind him and takes light footsteps on the bottom of the pool as you hang on tight, arms hooked under his, legs around his hips, torso in the water.  You’re both nearly horizontal but gradually making your way to the edge the closest to the condo.  

When you’re almost to the edge, he gets upright on his knees again, takes a breath, then your mouths meet again desperately.  You grind your hips into him, flexing your legs around him, pulling yourself into him harder. His mouth tears away to say, “Hell yeah, baby. C’mon.”  He grabs your ass with a thrust into your crotch, then plunges his hand into the bottom of your swimsuit to grab a naked ass cheek.  Then his hand travels lower and he dips his finger into your cunt from the back. “Fuck, you want it real bad.” 

“Yeah, Daddy” you pant, “real bad.“

The height at this spot on the wall is just perfect for his hips.  He says, “Upsy daisy,” and you jump as he gently helps you settle onto the concrete.  

-

Your legs spread wide and he leans forward.  His hard cock presses into your crotch again.  He holds a thigh with one hand and thumbs your clit with the other.  You groan and grab a handful of his thick, hard cock.  

“Fuck me, Daddy.” 

“Daddy’s comin’.”

You scoot to the very edge. 

“Little more,” he urges you closer and reassures you, “Daddy’s got ya.” He keeps one arm braced around you.  

You untie one side of the bikini bottom while he unties the other.  He pulls the fabric down in front, stares at your naked cunt, and breathes, “oh, fuck.”  

He pushes his waistband down and takes his stiff member in his veiny hand, drags the tip through your slick, then pushes into you with a groan.  You gasp at his girth and he pulls you tight against him as you’re filled by him completely. 

“Fuck, baby,” Joel pants. “Juicy fuckin’ pussy.”

“Yeah, daddy” you moan. 

“Nice ‘n wet for daddy?” 

You nod, unable to form words as he buries his length inside you. 

“Hell yeah, baby.” 

There are a lot of things you could be thinking about.  Jack sleeping inside – you think.  The families on the rooftops of neighboring buildings.  The fact that this is your boyfriend’s father.  

He slams his cock into you with a sigh. “Been thinkin ‘bout this all day, baby.” 

You nod. “Love your cock, daddy.” 

He groans. “Gonna make me come, talkin’ like that,” he cautions.  “perfect pussy’s got me close already.” 

“Need this cock,” you gush. He fits you so well.  You already miss his cock while he’s still inside you.  “Gimme more, Daddy,” you beg. 

“God damn, baby,” he says and fucks you harder. “Take it like an angel.”  

“Ugh, you’re so big,” you wince as he rails into you harder, filling you to the brim.  It’s incredible how much better he is than any other guy you’ve fucked.  

“You can take it, sugar.” He pounds into you, bottoming out each time. 

“Feels so good,” you manage between heavy breaths.  

“Ah, fuck, baby” he pants and slows his rhythm. 

“Don’t stop,” you beg and your legs pull him closer.  “Don’t stop.  Fill me up, daddy.” 

“Hell yeah,” he breathes,  “Yeah, baby.” He slams into you to the hilt, pushing your ass back  slightly on the edge, and you begin to unravel. “Yeah, come on this cock, baby.”  

You whimper as your cunt flutters around him.  Your body convulses into him and your juices gush onto him and into the pool.  

“Come all over me, bab-” it devolves into a moan, then, “oh, baby, yeah,”  as he pulses inside you with a face you’ll be thinking about for nights to come. He wraps your arms around you and stays as deep as possible while he comes, pushing ever deeper. 

-

The untied swimsuit bottom sitting beneath you has been pushed a little to the side from all the friction. 

“You’re really somethin’,” he whispers as he looks at you.  He kisses you on the lips again.  

Then he wraps his arms around you and you tilt your hips to get back in the pool.  You put your hands down on the edge and he helps you slide back into the water and tie your suit back up. 

“Gonna miss this,” Joel says and your heart drops. 

“Does it have to stop?” 

“Nah, baby.  Not unless you say. But I’m gonna miss this vacation.” 

It’s not long before Jack comes outside, looking like he just woke up.  You and Joel are still in the pool, talking casually at the edge.  When Jack comes out, your eyes fall on the edge where you can see the remnants of cum even as the water evaporates.  You try to casually swim away from it.  

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Watch you watch him f*ck his wife

1.4k words / Javi G x wife!Reader, Nick watches

A/N: In The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent, as Nick is arriving, he's on the phone talking about the visit, and they speculate if Javi wants to “watch [nick] watch him fuck his wife.” (0:39 in trailer)

SUMMARY: Your husband, Javi G., badly wants to make love while Nicolas Cage watches, and he has his reasons that will be revealed in time.

Warnings: I8+ mdni. P in V sex, breeding, consensual if reluctant cuckish situation. Unedited.

Javi's lips brush against your neck and his arms wrap around you. "Es importante, amorcito," he begs. (it's important, baby). "You won't notice he's there."  Javi doesn't ask for much, but he's nothing if not persistent.  Ever since he had that dream, he needs Nicolas Cage to watch the two of you. Now that Cage himself is finally here, Javi's not going to let it go.  

You turn around because you don't wanna miss Javi's face when you say, "Ok, amor. I love you that much."  Javi’s eyes triple in size and he grabs your head to kiss you. "MUAH, the most beautiful woman in the world. Y el corazón más lindo del mundo." (And the sweetest heart in the world).  His eyes are welling up in tears. You suspect Nick won't agree to this, which makes your heart hurt for Javi, as much as you could do without Nicolas Cage watching you make love.

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A few hours later, you’re on your marital bed in a crotchless teddy and robe. The wall behind the bed is a mirror.  You’re ovulating, so you’re extra horny.  Javi planned it this way.  Javi walks in wearing a similar silk robe with Nicolas Cage following behind him fully dressed. 

“It’s really very nice to have you here in our bedroom,” Javi says with bright eyes as he turns to face Cage. “Please,” he motions to a chaise in the corner.  

Nick looks at you and says “Yeah. . . Hi.” Then looks back at Javi without so much as checking you out.  He tries to reason with Javi.  “Look, Javi, I've been having a blast with you, but this is too much.” 

"Oh, no" Javi looks embarrassed.  "No, no, of course not,” Javi laughs as if Nick thinks it’s a threesome.  “you don’t have to do anything at all, just keep us company." He squeezes Nick's shoulder reassuringly.  "Can I get you something to drink?"

Nick sighs and looks around, resigning himself to the situation.  “How about I get it myself.”

“Please, make yourself at home,” Javi says. Nick makes his way to the wet bar slowly. “You can get started now,” he groans, trying to buy time without watching the two of you. 

Javi says, “Nonsense," then waits for Nick to be seated.  "This is a special opportunity. We should all embrace it." 

"I'm sure it is," Nick says in his typical exasperation.  He reluctantly takes a seat on the chaise with a glass of whiskey. 

"My husband has been wanting this for a long time, Mr. Cage. . .I'm afraid our intimate life will remain incomplete without it." 

Nick looks you over and can't help but feel for you.  "Ugh," he groans, sympathizing with your plea.  "Let's get this over with." 

Javi beams that Nick is staying in the room, regardless of his attitude. 

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You're up near the headboard resting on two pillows. Javi kneels onto the bed and you get up on your knees to face him.  He takes off his robe with a boyish glance to Nick, leaving only his silk shorts.   Then he nudges your robe over your shoulders and it pools on the bed behind you. "Don't be nervous, amor," he tells you. "He's so down to earth." 

"Isn't she beautiful, Nick?" Javi asks and glances back to him. 

"Gorgeous," Nick says and you can hear him roll his eyes. Wanting this to be over. That's okay, Javi makes you feel pretty enough for both of them. 

You lie down and Javi looks you in the eyes. He's so happy, and so hungry for you. This is the saving grace of the situation. Javi doesn't know how not to be sensual, even if he tried. He bought you the lingerie just for this occasion.  Three different sets and you modeled each for him.  He thought the black let your natural beauty shine the most. 

Javi straddles you, and his lips brush your neck, then your chest. He slowly massages your breast, then plants his mouth over the lace, looking up at you as your nipple puckers under the damp fabric in his mouth.  "Mmmm, hermosa," he sighs, then lays his pelvis into yours.  A pang of arousal shoots through you at the touch of his ample arousal.

Javi buries his face in your neck, then brings a knee between yours to spread your legs.  He gets between them and covers your mouth with his, then reaches down and nudges his middle finger inside the slit of the lingerie, inhaling sharply at the feel of your slick.  “She’s wet,” Javi announces, making your face heat up as you remember Nick’s in the room.  

Nick doesn’t answer until Javi holds up his fingers and stretches them apart.  “Great, Javi.”

Javi’s nipples harden in excitement at the sound of his name in Nick’s mouth, and this reaction turns you on. Javi pulls his silk shorts beneath his hard cock and your breath hitches at the sight of his commanding wood. Then he gets out of the shorts entirely, putting his ass on full display for Nick.  

Nick doesn’t audibly react. He’s a professional.  He’s probably seen people simulate sex before.  Javi nudges the lace slit open with his middle and index fingers,  then slips the head of his cock inside, meeting your slippery warmth with a moan.  His cock pushes into you, and you can’t help but gasp as his girth parts your walls. He leans down and you lift your head to approach his.  He pulls back then bottoms out, grunting into the side of your cheek.  

“So beautiful,” Javi whispers, then sucks your mouth into his.  He licks into your mouth passionately with his eyes closed as he fucks you slowly.  He breaks the kiss only to pant and grunt. “You feel so good, amor.” He thrusts into you hard and breathes heavily.  He kisses, then nibbles and sucks your neck, then says “She’s so beautiful, Nick,” shaking you back to reality, but you’re still turned on and his cock feels so good inside you. 

“I’m sorry I cannot share her,” Javi says, rising up to look at Nick in the mirror.. “But she is all mine.”  Javi’s eyes rove your chest and neck then return to yours.  Nick sighs. 

Javi thrusts into you slow and steady, then with more power.  It feels special being able to give him this experience.  He’s fucking you in a new way.  More deliberately, more gratefully, and you’re glad you did this because of it.  All your sex is hot, but there’s something about his different energy that really turns you on.  Javi fucks you for several minutes, so tenderly and passionately that it feels like just the two of you.   You feel something building, and Javi feels it too.  He buries himself deep inside you and rocks his hips, prodding your g-spot.  You sigh out loud and feel a chill go through you. 

Javi returns his mouth to your nipples and your hips lift into him.  He releases your tit with a moan and his breathing becomes heavier.  He looks you in the eyes with all the love in the world as he plunges to the hilt and kisses your neck again, making you come undone.  Your face juts toward the ceiling as you moan and your body contracts and releases.  

“Yes, Amor,” Javi says. “Te amo, amorcito,” he whispers, then plunges deep inside you and erupts with a groan.  When Nick catches your eye, he’s definitely watching.  He’s not looking away, but you quickly look away from Nick. When Javi is finished coming, he presses his hand to your lower belly and says, “This is the night. I can feel it, amor,” then kisses you on the lips and a tear falls out of his eye.  

Nick looks away as Javi puts on his shorts.  “So, thank you,” Javi says to Nick.  “This was a very special night for us.” 

Then Nick looks back.  There’s something different about the way Nick is looking at you and Javi.  Something unironic, unamused.  He digs his wrist into his crotch as he looks at his watch and clears his throat.  “That was nice, Javi,” he says, putting on the same reluctant voice.  He’s a good actor. 

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thighs out on the beach

300 / boyfriend's dad!Joel x f!reader

can't stop watching this gif, I just- I've had it in my drafts just to watch it and finally put words. I ❤️‍🔥 this Joel 😫. I8+

You're sunbathing on the beach alone. People from the tall building next door were out there but just went inside. You had to wonder if they saw you on the rooftop yesterday with Joel on top of you or his head between your legs. You're getting wet thinking about it when a shadow falls over you from behind. Then you feel two bare knees against your hips, straddling you. The hardness in his swimsuit grazes your ass as he leans forward. He brings his mouth to your ear and murmurs, "say stop."

But instead, your legs make space for him and your hips tilt. "Attagirl." He slips a finger into your suit to feel how wet you are. "woo, yeah" He extends one of his legs behind him, keeping the other bent. He breathes an exaggerated sigh as he pulls his retro swim trunks down under his balls and pulls your swimsuit to the side. Then his hard length shoves into your wet pussy. He groans, and his girth pushes a moan out of you as he fills you up with his cock.

His chest lowers over your back and he grunts and moans as he fucks you. His voice is low and soft. "Yeahh, you were thinkin' about it, weren't ya?" The sea breeze washes over your face. "I was too, baby. . ." He inhales your hair. "Saw ya laid out with all that ass . . couldn't get down here fast enough."

"Mmm," you respond, taking in the smell of his sunscreen mixing with his sweat. You're in view of the condo but who cares. Jack is probably still asleep.

"Fuck, you feel good baby." He grunts and rams into you harder. "God, you're so fuckin' hot."

First time: sky's out, thighs out

Next time: sun's out, guns out

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Hey sorry to bother i adore your work! I was wondering if you could do another creepy Joel where he is watching her through the window but she's hooking up with someone (they could just be kissing whatever you want!) Thank you💗

date next door

1.2k / pervy!Joel x fem!Reader / master

conclusion to part one: window (peeping tom)

Tonight, you brought that guy home just for Joel's sake. You and Joel have a date, he just doesn't know it yet. You’re in the mood now, not because of the guy that just left, but because you know Joel’s been watching, and you know what you're going to do. 

CW: perverted, creepy peeping tom Joel, voyeurism, masturbation, unsafe P in V sex, breeding. previous: I8 +mdni.

Joel has gone full pervert after finding out what a beauty lives across the lawn.   He used a pair of pliers to carefully put a kink in one of the blinds, creating the perfect little viewfinder.  He has a chair set up sideways against the window so his eyes can be as close as possible.  He even dug Tommy's old military binoculars out of a closet.  He's making a mental map of every mark on your body.  He can practically feel your smooth skin under his rough fingertips. He knows what kind of lotion you use and has his own bottle of it right there at the window.

You have company tonight.  A gentleman caller, no less.  When Joel checks to see if you’re home, you’re facing the window and your dare is taking your jacket off your shoulders.  The sight of your jacket coming off turns Joel on.  He rubs his arousal over his pants and waits to see what happens.  You don’t close the window.  Joel settles in and unzips his pants as your date rests the jacket on the back of a chair, then kisses your neck.  Joel can hardly stand seeing the man’s hands on you, but there’s a new development - you’re not wearing a bra. 

Joel imagines what it would be like to stand behind you, the smell of your lotion,  the soft peach fuzz on the nape of your neck prickling with his touch as he wraps his hands around you and ghosts your nipples until they’re fully erect before he cups your breasts.  You sit down on your bed with your date, and you kiss.  Joel’s biased, but he doesn’t think you look comfortable.  He imagines your date getting rough with you.  Joel would be right over to save you.  He would tear the guy off you, deck him in the face, punch him a few more times while he’s down, then put him in the corner and make him watch.  Joel would comfort you, make sure you’re alright, then in the heat of the moment, you’d passionately kiss him, and he’d take you right there in front of that loser. 

Joel’s breath quickens as he strokes himself desperately and watches you kiss this loser, imagining what it’d be like fucking you right there on that bed.  You’d urgently pull down his pants, hungry, desperate for his cock.  You’d try to suck him off but he’d only let you for a few seconds.  With his hand between your legs, he’d be overcome by a need to be inside you ASAP.  Your pussy would be so wet and juicy for him and you’d sigh his name as he ran his fingers through your folds.   

Joel closes his eyes imagining it and when he opens them again, he’s shaken from his filthy thoughts when the man stands up.  You’re making him leave, to Joel's delight.   You disappear from your room, then a car starts and drives away.  Joel patiently waits for you to return to your room alone. Hopefully you'll get undressed, maybe even touch yourself. But you don’t come back. 

Joel’s doorbell does, however, ring. He zips up in a hurry.   

-

You want something from Joel, and you're here to take it. When he opens the door, you’re there, no jacket, no bra.  You look him up and down.  You know what he’s been  up to.  You’ve seen the kink in his blinds. You’ve seen the blinds sway when you’re naked.  You’ve seen the light come on when you’re getting dressed and turn off when your light turns off.  And you haven’t done anything about it other than put on a little show and start tracking your cycle more closely. 

You know Joel is hot.  You see him outside, you exchange pleasantries.  So, sometimes, when you're in your room, you bend over with your ass facing the window.  You wear your cutest thongs and boyshorts when you know he’s home. It turns you on knowing he’s watching. 

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Tonight, you brought that guy home just for Joel's sake. You and Joel have a date, he just doesn't know it yet. You’re in the mood now, not because of the guy that just left, but because you know Joel’s been watching, and you know what you're going to do.  Tonight's the night. When Joel answers the door, you glance to his pants, and the tent you see is all the confirmation you need. 

Without a word, you let yourself in.  Joel closes the door behind you and stands there, frozen.  You grab the hard bulge in his tight jeans and bring your face an inch from his.  

“Do it,” you tell him.  Then you softly brush his lips with yours, and he latches on for dear life, both his hands holding your head.  He moans softly as his tongue claims your mouth, and you grab his swollen package which swells harder into your hand.  When he breaks for air, his eyes are darker. 

He reaches under your dress and his hand plunges into your panties.  He sighs “Ohhh, fuck,” as he feels how wet you are. “Fuck, you’re hot,” he breathes, then walks you into the living room and pushes you down on the couch. You make yourself comfortable lengthwise on the couch, face up. He unbuttons his jeans as he gets between your legs.  He pauses to slide your panties off and pockets them for later, just as he imagined the first time. Then hepulls down his jeans and boxers. 

“Jesus Christ you’re even hotter than I thought,” he says.  He marvels at your face, your body, your whole presence overwhelms him with arousal.  

“Do something about it,” you say.  

He takes out his stiff, aching member and your involuntary reaction is,  “Mmmm.”  The sight of it makes you weak with need.  He drags it through your wet folds and sighs.  He closes his eyes like he’s trying not to come instantly.  Then he notches his tip at your entrance and you wrap your legs around him, pulling him into you.  And he plunges to the hilt with a shudder.  You moan and he groans as he begins to slowly fuck you.  His mouth falls open. “Fuck, you feel good,” he whispers, “So fucking good.”  He buries himself inside you gently.  He opens his eyes and looks like he can hardly believe he’s inside you.  

“Harder, Joel.” 

“I ca-”

“I don’t care how fast you come.  You can come right now. Fuck me harder.” 

He hesitates for a moment, then slams into you even harder than you expect.  His face darkens as he begins to pound you.  He grunts and pants and your spine arches.  Your hips buck into his and he leans in close, grinding his pelvis into your clit as he flexes his ass with unfathomable power managing to pound you and rub your clit just right at the same time.  It only takes a minute for you to see stars.  Your mouth forms an O and he covers it with his as you reach your peak. 

You pry your mouth away with a groan and moan his name.  The sound of it makes him explode inside you.  “Fuck,” he whispers and starts to try to pull out, but your legs tighten around him and you lift yourself closer, sinking his cock deeper as his seed spills into you.  “It’s okay,” you tell him, and keep your legs wrapped around him, tilting your hips up so it doesn't seep out.

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Michael makes them watch

1.3k Words, Fem!Reader x Michael x Male Bystander

You're the only one of your friends to escape, and Michael is not giving up on you.  He follows you down the rural dirt road, and you bang on the first house you find, screaming for help.  A stranger lets you in and locks the door behind you, but before he can call for help, Michael  kicks in the door.  He strips the stranger and ties him up.  Michael has his way with you on the floor and makes the guy watch. You survive but Michael takes you with him.

NSFW 18+ Noncon, pursuit, Variety of dark depravity, choosing not to warn in further detail (haven't read it in a year), but it's dark. Read at your own risk.

You bang on the door of the only house around, screaming for help.  It’s a farm, and you pray to god someone is home.  You know Michael is following you. You were the only one to escape and you ran out without your jacket.  The cold is catching up with you now that you stopped running.  You keep knocking and a stranger, a hot farmer to be exact, lets you in and locks the door behind you.  It's warm inside.  The stranger goes to call 911.

Before you know it, Michael  kicks the door in with his huge boot.  You hide in a closet while Michael destroys the stranger's phone, strips him down to his briefs, duct tapes his mouth shut, and ties him to a chair in the dimly lit living room.  

Seconds later, Michael's large arm bursts into the closet, followed by his shoulder and broad chest and his jumpsuit’s tall, erect collar framing his mask.  He grabs you by the hair, then lifts you to your feet.  Michael throws you over his shoulder, carries you to the living room, and dumps you on the floor. The stranger tries to protest, but his cries are muffled by the duct tape.

You start to crawl away and Michael's huge, calloused hands jerk you back against him and you feel the Shape's hard bulge through his jumpsuit where your legs meet your ass.  To your horror, you feel a warm flutter between your legs. 

Michael's forearm on your back holds you down as he yanks your pants and underwear down.  You try to wriggle free and his arm digs further into you.  Feeling the Shape's giant hands on your bare hips, you're turned on. You're  wet and whimper in confusion.  Michael unzips himself and frees his giant, raging hard-on.

The stranger closes his eyes and cries through the duct tape and tries to move the chair and it topples over with the stranger still attached.  Michael, still on his knees, turns and hooks his boots over your ankles, holding you down while he  sets the stranger and chair back upright.  He scoots then holds his knife to the stranger's throat.  He forces the stranger's eyes open and manhandles his jaw to face your direction, making it very clear the stranger must watch.  

Michael turns back toward you and straddles your legs.  Then, you feel his hard length drag against your slit, and a moan escapes your mouth, startling you.  Michael tilts his head at how slick you are. He brings two huge fingers to your seam and drags them forward to your clit and back a few times and then thrusts them inside and you gasp. 

The Shape takes out his fingers and spreads your wetness on the stranger's cock.  Then, Michael picks up his knife and slices the rope off the stranger's hands. You watch Michael force the stranger's cock into his own hand.  The Shape's hands wrap around the stranger's hand and cock and jerk him briefly.  The stranger is hard.  Michael is going to force him to jerk off while he fucks you in front of him. 

Michael's large hands around your hips pull your ass back against his enormous, veiny, rock-hard length.  He drags his rough fingers against your seam again, which is somehow even wetter now.  The swollen head of his cock follows, and you feel it pressing at your entrance.  The stranger isn't stroking himself until Michael shoots him a look, then he hesitantly, dutifully begins to pump himself, still tied to the chair. 

The Shape leans into you and pushes just the tip of his cock inside. You gasp. It's already a stretch.  He forces you further back against him.  The stretch hurts so good as he pulls you back on his monster cock. You can't take the whole shaft, but he buries as much as he can inside you. 

An uncalled for, pleasureful knot grows in your lower abdomen as the Shape begins to pound into you. With each thrust, the feeling builds in your gut.  Michael turns his head to ensure the stranger's obedience. The stranger is crying, but fully erect, and his strokes have become far less hesitant.  Michael continues to pummel you, and your poor little cunt grips around his shaft every time it pulls back, begging him further into you again. 

Without pulling out, Michael looks at the stranger and rotates his wrist as though to look at an imaginary watch.  Suddenly you realize if the stranger finishes before Michael, he might survive.  Maybe you'll survive, too. 

Michael continues to ram himself into you, using your hips to pull your ass against his groin, and you give into the pleasure, angling your hips where it feels best.  You work with him, not against him.  You fuck him and allow your body to feel every bit of the twisted bliss.  Being impaled by the Shape feels otherworldly.  The knot is tightening in your core and your whole body has butterflies. 

Michael firmly grabs your ass cheeks in his huge hands then smacks one of them with a force that's sure to leave a mark. Your breath hitches and the handprint tingles with cold heat.  The next time he thrusts, you see stars.  You clench around him, pulsing on his cock with each wave of your orgasm.  A pleasant release floods your body and your eyelids get heavy.  Michael's large hands run over your ass almost affectionately.  

Michael checks on the stranger and continues to plunge his length into you. Michael huffs and you sense he's going to come soon.   You don't know how you know, but you're certain the stranger's throat will be slit if he doesn't come first. 

Michael smacks your ass again and you feel his monster cock twitch inside you.  The tension is building rapidly in your core again.  The hot stranger pumps himself furiously.  He's crying with tears running down his face.  Michael lets out a muffled grunt and his head faces the ceiling.  The stranger vocalizes into the tape, and you look over just in time to see the hot farmer's thick, white spend shoot into his abs then gurgle into his fist and he sighs in relief. 

Michael's huge, rough hands firmly grip your sides as his hips pound into you at a brutal pace.  You’re on the edge of bliss again and you whimper with the need for release.  The Shape audibly grunts, and at the sound of his muffled pleasure, you begin to uncoil.  As your cunt flutters around his cock, he erupts inside you.  You involuntarily contract around him harder and harder, milking an unfathomable load of hot cum into yourself.   You feel a rush of life that drowns out any shame. 

He doesn't only fill you with his cock or his cum - he fills you with a warm, thick, swirling dark energy that fills every nook and cranny of your being.  It makes you feel whole.  You feel connected to something.  Michael withdraws and his seed trickles down your thigh.  You feel a new emptiness without him inside you.  You wonder if you'll feel empty forever. You've never felt anything like it.   

Michael breathes heavily in his mask, then rips the duct tape off the stranger and lets you get dressed.  The stranger is sobbing.  "What the fuck what the fuck that was so fucked up oh my god." Michael holds his knife to his throat and the stranger swears he's never going to tell a soul.  Michael holds up the stranger's car keys and the stranger says "Yes, yes, take the Bronco, I don't need it, take whatever you want I'll never tell a soul i promise."  Michael nods once.  The stranger looks down at the mess in his lap and adds "I swear I'll never tell.   I could never."  He sobs in shame, apologizes to you, and keeps asking if you're okay.  When he won't shut up, the duct tape comes back.  

As you finish dressing yourself, your body is still humming with pleasure but you're also confused and tired and scared.  You can't forget your friends are dead.  Michael pockets the car keys and grabs some other stuff from the house including a cowboy hat off the wall and a sherpa lined jean jacket, which he hands to you -  Wow, Michael Myers noticed you didn't have a coat?  He leaves the stranger tied up and forces you to your feet.  You ask where you're going.  He doesn't have the patience for your questions. 

The Shape manhandles you into the old Bronco and takes you with him. 

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[toxicanonymity]

the ghost

michael berzatto x reader x carmy berzatto

800 words / smutty imagine

Summary: Mike, supposedly dead, shows up when Carmy is in Italy. One thing leads to another, and when Carmy gets back he's fine with it.

Warnings: I8+, P in V, cheating but come on

Imagine you're in a relationship with Carmy and you live together in a studio apartment.  He leaves you home while he and Richie take a trip to Italy.  While they're gone, there’s a knock on the door and your face goes cold when you open it and see Michael, Carmy's supposedly dead brother.  You never met Michael when he was "alive" and it's terrifying to have a ghost on your doorstep.  He looks a lot different from the pictures.  He’s filthy and has scars.  But he’s so polite and soft spoken, very disarming.  You let him in and he convinces you not to call Carmy. He tells you how he had to fake his death to save his family, including Carmy, from the mob. He's been living really rough off the grid and his story tugs at your heart.  He says he’ll get out of your way and return when Carmy is expected back. 

You don’t want to see him go.  You offer him a shower and a hot meal before he leaves.  He doesn’t want to put you out but you insist.  As soon as he goes into the bathroom you remember there’s a trick to the hot water you need to show him. 

You knock and he opens the door wearing just a towel, wrapped very, very low on his torso, exposing his v muscles. More scars on his broad pecs.  You pull your eyes back up and he smirks.   You’re salivating.  He lets you into the small bathroom to show him and before you leave, he holds the towel around himself with one hand and touches your hip with the other and whispers softly, “Hey.”  You lock eyes  “Thanks,” he smiles.  “Really appreciate it.” You leave him in the bathroom for his shower.  Oh boy, this is bad.

You start making spaghetti while he’s showering.  That’s a mistake - this guy makes better spaghetti than anyone.  He insists on showing you a thing or two in the kitchen.  He erotically handles the food. Your hands brush. You share several moments. You drink wine while you cook.  He holds a spoon of sauce up to your mouth for you to taste it and your eyes are desperately fucking each other as you slurp the sauce off.  He drops some on your chest and then brushes it off.  He gets really close to you like you're about to kiss, then awkwardly diverts himself at the last second apologetically.  After dinner, he thanks you for your hospitality and says he’s going to go.  You ask him where he’s going to stay, and he says he’ll figure it out, he always does. You insist he stay there.  

He’s a gentleman and says he’ll sleep on the couch even though he barely fits.  But you get up in the middle of the night and come out to the living room. He sits up, big biceps bulging out of the shirt you let him borrow from Carmy.  “What’s wrong, you okay?”  he asks. You tell him you’re overwhelmed, worried about Carmy, worried about him, moved by his story.  You ask Michael if he’ll hold you while you fall back to sleep. He says he doesn’t think he should.  But a few minutes after you get back in bed, he hears you crying.  He slides in behind you and spoons you.  “Hey, it’s okay, baby.”  His strong arms wrap around you.  “Shhh, it’s okay.” 

He presses gentle kisses into the nape of your neck, then his kisses become wet and his cock hardens against you.  You press your ass back into him and he thrusts against you.  “We can’t,” he mutters as he kisses below your ear and you’ve never been so wet.  “I know,” you say as you move his hand to cup your breast.  But the next thing you know, your shorts are pulled down and so are his, and he’s shoving himself into you and you’re moaning his name.  He fucks you like a man who hasn’t fucked in a very long time.  It feels so right, your bodies connected.  He’s like Carmy, but different.  And his cock is just made for you.  

Michael stays for breakfast, and then stays for the rest of the time until Carmy gets back.  You can’t keep your hands off each other.  When Carmy gets back, he’s shocked and overwhelmed.  The first time you’re eating dinner together, He senses something between you but that’s the least of his concern.  He’s so overjoyed that Michael is alive that he’s more than happy to share you.  Your first night back in bed with Carmy, he's so tender and loving and passionate. After he comes, he looks you in the eyes with those beautiful blue eyes. Then he presses his mouth to your neck and whispers, "thanks, baby"

"For what"

"For taking care of my brother."

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[toxicanonymity]

I want to cuck stepdad!Joel with thighs out!Joel and show him what a real daddy is like 😎 stepdad can finish in his pants and then go make thighs out and I a snack 😋

Cucking Stepdad with another Joel

700 / thighs out!joel x f!reader, cucking stepdad!joel

Yessssss. This cuckspiration struck at just the right time, so I'm gonna do something unusual and have a scene with two joels. Ft. Stepdad Joel, who notoriously refuses to fuck you despite you torturing him and is also unfairly possessive. Thighs Out Joel, who's a really good time and your boyfriend's dad, but we'll pretend you don't know him in this timeline.

I8+ public unsafe P in V, cucking, talking. unedited

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You're on vacation and get to talking to Thighs Out at the poolside tiki bar. Stepdad barges in and introduces himself and you immediately say he's your stepdad. so even if he picks up on the vibe, thighs out has plausible cucking deniability. A little later, thighs out casually sits down in a poolside deck chair next to you while you're putting on lotion even though the sun is setting, and he just shamelessly watches your hands glide over your body, his eyebrows raising over his sunglasses. Your eyes are drifting to his chest and the gold chain under his unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt.

He catches you checking him out, and you look away but he's like "hey, hey, no harm in lookin'," as he further unbuttons his shirt. Then he lowers his voice and adds, "no harm in touchin' either, baby." Then leans back in the deck chair next to you and adjusts himself and you smile to yourself as you open your book. His foot comes over onto your deck chair and nudges yours. You don't move your foot and even lean into his, still looking at your book, curious about his next move. It's just the two of you at the pool.

Stepdad can't take it anymore so he comes up and claims that was his seat. Thighs out is like "no problem, buddy. I was about to go for a swim." You get in the pool with your book, facing stepdad who's now laying out on the deck chair. You're in a relatively shallow area so the wall comes up below your breasts. Thighs out comes up behind you and his fingers lightly graze your swimsuit line where it meets your ass. You take a deep breath then he puts his hands on your hips and presses himself against you and murmurs "whatcha readin'." And you're like "don't remember" and he's like "yeah I bet" as he pushes his hips forward and you feel him harden against your ass.

Thighs out slowly, carefully loosens your swimsuit bottom and reaches around front to touch you. He whispers. "Want some privacy?" And you shake your head no. He's always DTC, so he's like "woo, that's my girl" as he pushes a finger into you underwater. Meanwhile, you keep your face pointed toward your book but look up through your shades to see stepdad scowling but also aroused. He adjusts his shorts and pretends to look away.

Thighs nibbles at your neck then his teeth find their way to the halter tie of your suit and he undoes it, letting your tits fall out on full display for stepdad. Thighs quickly wraps an arm around you so he has one tit under his forearm and one in his palm, massaging it. Then with his other hand, he pulls down his swim trunks and spreads your thighs. "Mmm," he hums as you tilt your hips for him. His voice is hushed. "Yeah, just like that."

His tip nudges your entrance and your mouth falls open. Stepdad is beside himself. Squirming, beet red, shifting in his seat. Glowering. "For gods sake," stepdad grumbles to himself. Then Thighs shoves his cock into you. You gasp and your body jump upwards just a bit, but he pulls you down on him with his arm and you can't help but moan at the stretch.

"fuck yeah," Thighs Out sighs after bottoming out. "Knew I liked your energy." He rails you against the side of the pool, groping your breasts, then lets go of them so he can touch your clit and rub your thighs. "ohh, you're so damn hot, baby." Your breasts jiggle for stepdad's viewing pleasure while thighs out gives it to you good. Stepdad moans audibly and you look up to see him rubbing himself over his swim trunks. You tell thighs "don't worry about him," so he keeps fucking you, grunting.

"God damn, you feel good." Stepdad can only imagine. "Tight n' juicy."

You're like, "Fuck me daddy" and Stepdad is dying on the inside.

The sun's out of the picture so you put your shades up on your head when you're about to come. You look stepdad dead in the eyes and all three of you come at the same time. Stepdad in his shorts, thighs out inside you, and you all over thighs out's cock 🫠

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DTC = Down to cuck

Thank you for reading!! 🖤 I don't normally do crossovers so don't take it personally if you've wanted or want one and I don't (you can always ask whatever but there's a good chance it won't get answered). This one just happened to explode out of my fingers. Love you guys and appreciate you.

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EDIT: halloween anon has continued this: joelkémon what if, pt. 2

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It’s so fucking hot in California rn and all I’m think ab is thighs out Joel ☀️🩳

Oh, daddy 🥵🥵. Sorry Jack, your hot, horny dad just hits different. Maybe you can go tubing in a lazy river and you're a diagonally behind jack and Joel is diagonally behind you. You turn facing joel and lightly graze your breasts and thighs, sprinkle water on yourself, hang your head back. And he has to hide how hard he is.

"careful, sweetheart," Joel warns you. "you'll get burned with your tits out like that."

Jack hears Joel and says, "God! stop being a perv, dad. don't look at her."

"I'm sorry," Joel tells you. "Didn't mean to stare. Didn't mean any disrespect." He wets his lips and winks at you.

Then when you get out of the river, Joel is holding the tube strategically in front of himself but lets you have a peek at the protrusion before fixing it.

"you wanna use this?" He asks as he finishes adjusting himself, then he passes you a sunscreen.

sky's out thighs out

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[toxicanonymity]

Rock Bottom Ch 2 - The Prey

3.2k Words (20k overall): Corey observes Michael from a distance, then strikes out on his own to make a kill, only for Michael to take all the action in more than one way, while Corey watches. Reader gets railed.

Michael Myers x Reader; Corey thirsting for Michael

She manages to free her legs to either side of Michael.  They're spread wide.  Her feet  are even farther from reaching the floor now.   Michael closes the small gap between them with a thrust, and she groans.  Corey can't see the knife, but he waits for the life to leave her eyes.  It doesn't yet.  It doesn't seem to at all. Michael is playing with his prey again, Corey thinks.  

Rock Bottom Index / Other Chapters

EXPLICIT 18+ MINORS DNI variety of depravity including possible r*pe

Corey pulls up the hood of his sweatshirt and tries not to make a splash as he crosses a creek bed.  It’s dusk, and he’s in a neighborhood not far from where he first encountered Michael earlier this week. Corey had emerged from the sewer changed and wanting more.  He found a small amount of relief in the shower afterwards, and with Allyson later that night, but a different need remains unmet.  A deeper void needs filling.  

Michael’s lair is close to Prevo Auto Yard where Corey works.  He doesn’t know it, but Ronald used to give leftover takeout to the vagabond Corey killed. That’s how close Michael’s lair is.  After work, Corey watched from the overpass as Michael left the drain, then Corey followed him on foot.  He’s been tracking Michael for an hour now.  The darker it gets, the more trouble Corey has keeping up, and it’s not because Michael is fast.

Michael is like a cat.  He slinks, he stalks, he watches, he seems to teleport small distances, making no noise at all.  He’s solitary. He feeds. He plays with his prey.  He naps, for years at a time.  He seems to be drawn to people who don’t show interest in him at all, people who don’t see him coming.   

Michael hasn't attacked anyone tonight, but he may be casing houses for new victims.  Corey isn’t sure yet how Michael chooses his prey.  He feels like he knows Michael intimately, but that’s only in a cosmic, metaphysical way.  Most of Corey’s practical knowledge about Michael is based on news reports and rumors, just like everyone else.  Based on that, most of the victims don’t seem to deserve it.  There must be something to learn from watching Michael in his element.  

Corey looks around 360° and sees Michael nowhere.  He spends another few minutes trying to locate him then resigns himself to calling it a night.  If Michael has noticed Corey on his tail, he may be getting ready to kill him, but the prospect of Michael popping out from behind a bush and attacking him excites Corey more than it scares him.  Nothing scares Corey now. 

A crash comes from the one-story house closest to Corey, and a light turns on inside.  Corey ducks behind a tree to watch.  He expects to see Michael bringing his knife down on an unsuspecting stranger.  What he sees is a man and woman arguing.  It's a huge window.  Michael is nowhere in sight.  The man wears a t-shirt that was once white, ripped jeans, and an unfastened belt. The woman is in a button shirt and underwear.  She throws something at the man.  Another crash.  When the man turns around, he’s holding a pistol.  

The man corners the woman in the kitchen and puts the barrel of the gun against  her throat where it meets her jaw.  She grabs a bottle from the stove, smashes it on his head, and expertly disarms him.   She's pointing the pistol at him now.    Corey recognizes her -  It’s her.  She picks up a pair of jeans from the floor and pulls them on with one hand.  She leaves,  slamming the door behind her.  A thick, dark liquid trickles down one side of the man's head and he winces.

She's a Haddonfield Sheriff’s Deputy, or at least she used to be.   Squad cars could be on their way right now.  Corey disappears into the night.  

2019 

The first time Corey met her, it was Summer 2019.  Corey was working at Prevo saving up for college.   It wasn’t unusual for a law enforcement officer to stop by Prevo.  Criminals use scrap yards for unsavory purposes, like ditching a getaway car, or worse, disappearing someone’s ride after disappearing them .  She came into Prevo that day tracking a warrant.  

While Ronald fetched something in the office, she wandered into the garage where Corey was working.  She leaned against the truck he was fixing.  He was getting ready to weld, so he warned her, “Uh, you should probably go back in the office.  It’s not safe.” He gave her a shy, apologetic smile, and put his welder helmet down.  

She moved closer instead of moving away.  Uncomfortably close.  Corey relented and pulled the welder’s helmet back up over his curls and waited.    

“I like your jumpsuit,” she said as she sized him up.  Corey was built solid.  His unassuming posture made it easy to miss sometimes, but not to her.

“Heh, it’s just, uh, the uniform.  We all have it,” Corey nervously chuckled. He took his glasses from his jumpsuit pocket and put them on, pressing them up into place with a brief little smile, then blinking.   He looked down at her nametag.  She must have thought he was looking at her chest. She seemed excited. 

“Mmm,” she reacted.  “Same here.  Our uniforms aren’t as practical though,” and unbuttoned her top two buttons.  She was wearing a thin undershirt, so the gesture wasn't completely obscene.  “Not a lot of room to stretch.” She clasped her arms behind her butt and jutted her chest out, tossing her head to the ceiling.  She met Corey's eyes again.  “You look like you could do just about anything in yours.” 

“Heh,” Corey blushed, looked around, and adjusted his glasses.  She glanced at his crotch and he reflexively covered himself with the dirty rag in his hand.  She didn’t see his growing bulge, but she knew.  She winked. 

Ronald returned from the office and cleared his throat judgmentally,  "Deputy."   Corey didn't have any business getting mixed up with a woman like that.  Joan would have Ronald’s head.

She rolled her eyes, then smiled at Corey one last time.  " Corey .  Bye, Corey." She turned to Ronald, noticed the security tape in his hand, and squealed.  "You're the best, Ron!" 

"Heh, bye," Corey mumbled to no one, smiling. She was smoking hot and had a nice ass.  He wiped his hands with the oil rag.   Corey sensed she would forget about him by the end of the day, whereas he would think about this for weeks.  

A few months later, around the time of Jeremy Allen's accident, she was stationed at the courthouse in pre-trial security screening.   When Corey was arrested, he spent a week in jail.  Two deputies, Hawkins and Mulaney, escorted him to the courthouse in the back of a squad car for his arraignment.  Hawkins seemed to feel for Corey and treated him nice.  "Shackles, Mulaney? He's just a kid." 

Mulaney was a prick. "Protocol.  Take it up with the Sheriff, old man." 

They entered the courthouse through the inmate tunnel and approached the high-security screening station. Hawkins put his hand on Corey's back. "It's okay, son," nudging him toward the metal detector and body scanner.  It was heavy duty enough to scan body cavities, but they still did pat downs. 

She and a male deputy were both standing behind the body scanner wearing latex gloves.  They always make sure there's a woman available in case a female inmate needs a pat down.  Corey recognized her and blushed.  "Aggravated Manslaughter," Mulaney proudly informed her.  She raised her eyebrows and motioned come hither to Corey with both hands.  "I know you," she said softly. "Arms out, hands facing down."  

She started with his fingers, dragging her hands along the tops of his arms, in toward his neck. She gave his biceps a little squeeze and whispered, "Oh, hello."  Corey gulped. Then the underside of his arms, starting with his broad palms. It was uncomfortably  intimate, but Corey savored what might have been the last time he'd feel a woman's touch for years.   She rounded the corners of his armpits and ran her hands down his sides. Corey shuddered.  She stepped closer and said "I like this one even better," giving his prison garb jumpsuit a tug. She did remember.

She popped a squat as she ran her hands down Corey's hefty thighs all the way to his ankles.  She hooked her hands around his ankles and did the backs of his calves and hamstrings on the way back up.  Corey was getting hard, but she was blocking anyone else's view with her head, then body, as she stood up. 

Her hands approached the apex of Corey's back legs.  Her male counterpart smirked and looked the other way, clasping his gloved hands behind his back like a soldier and adjusting his posture.  She gave Corey's ass a quick squeeze with both hands.  The chub in his groin thickened.  She looked down and kicked his foot lightly, "Spread 'em." 

"Alright, we're on a schedule," Hawkins said, shaking his head. 

"Tell you what lady," Mulaney piped in. "I've been bad .  You've got my number. Heh heh." 

"Dream on, Doug." She squatted down again and finished up by frisking Corey's inner and outer legs, bottom to top.  When she got to his crotch, she seemed to like what she saw.  She stood up, leaned a thigh into his hardness, and brought her lips to his ear. "Good luck."  She rotated his shoulders and Corey shuffled his feet to face the courtroom.  She sent him out with a pat on the butt.  

Her male counterpart glanced down at Corey's jumpsuit.  He said, "hey man, no sharp objects," and laughed with Mulaney as they high-fived.  Corey was beet red.  A boner joke, how original.  

Behind Mulaney and Hawkins, another pair of deputies escorted an inmate through security.  The inmate eagerly approached her and extended his arms.  The deputy laughed, "Shopliftng? Ha, fat chance."  She stood with her arms crossed and nodded toward the male deputy.  Shoplifters didn't interest her.   

Present Day 

It's been two days since Corey met Michael. He wakes up with clarity: The man who was roughing her up would be the perfect victim if he's not already dead.  Corey thinks about it while he works on a station wagon.  Knives are kind of Michael's thing.  He considers taking a wrench from the shop.  Corey doesn't stop by the sewer after work.  He wants to do this on his own and prove himself.  He puts the wrench in his backpack with his scarecrow mask and rides his motorcycle back to the neighborhood.   He turns off his headlight and idles.  There’s an old red truck in the driveway.  No patrol car.  

Corey parks his bike on the next street and creeps through the woods.  It’s dusk.  He sets his backpack down against a tree and watches through the window. The scene  is illuminated by a brass floor lamp that stands between the den and modest kitchen.  There's a hall behind the lamp.  The man is wearing an A-line tank, sitting in a recliner that has seen better days.  He's eating a TV dinner.  The glow of the television illuminates the stains on his shirt.  No one’s going to miss this guy.  

Corey leans down, without taking his eyes off the window.  He removes the scarecrow mask from his bag.   He stands up.  “Pull a gun on a woman?” Corey thinks under his breath.  “Do it again.  Fuckin' coward.”  It sounds tough in his Northern accent.  There’s something about guns Corey doesn’t respect.  He and Michael have that in common.  

Corey uses one hand to place the mask on his face and the other to position the elastic in his curly hair.  Next, he removes a hefty, two-foot wrench from his bag and stands up straight, enjoying the weight of it in his hand.  He lets it drop to his side and the wrench extends itself with a satisfying clink.  

Corey strides slightly uphill toward the house.  He doesn't make much of an effort to hide, but there's no light in the yard, and the idiot is absorbed in the tv.  The man is laughing with a shitfaced grin, chewing with his mouth open, until he seems to see something in the yard.   The douchebag puts down his fork and slowly finishes chewing, squinting out the window.  Corey ducks out of his line of vision, still making his way up the hill with his eye on the kitchen door.   

The douchebag begins to stand.  Crumbs fall off his shirt.  Behind him, a shape emerges in the hall.  The imposing silhouette could only be Michael Myers.  The man doesn't see Michael. He's still squinting into the yard, and standing not quite upright. Michael steps forward.  His mechanic suit is like Corey's, but the collar is upturned and his arm muscles are visible through the fabric. Corey's jaw drops and his briefs tighten.  Michael stands with his arms to his sides, not holding a weapon. His fingers twitch.  

Corey is torn between walking faster to claim his kill and  just watching Michael work.  Michael doesn’t give him much of a choice. He grabs the brass floor lamp with both hands and disassembles it in one swift motion. The lampshade rips against the wall with a crash and its light flickers out.  The man sees Michael's reflection and looks around like a helpless animal.  His eyes bulge.  

The lamp rod is in two hollow parts with a wire in between, like long, brass nunchucks.  Michael wraps the middle cord around the guy's neck, brings the rods together and twists them like a tourniquet with one massive hand, holding the man up by his belt with the other as he flails.  Corey drops the wrench into the grass and rushes closer to the window.  

The man is grasping at the cord with both hands and tries to make eye contact with Corey, as if the grown man in a scarecrow mask will save him. The TV continues to illuminate his dirty shirt in pale colors.  Michael releases the man's belt and wraps his arm like an anaconda around the man's torso to stop his flailing.  The man's movements slow down.  He's not dead, but he's weakened.   Michael loosens his grip and discards the lamp.  Playing with his prey. The man gags and coughs, trying to catch his breath. 

Michael stands still again, feet spread.  He wiggles his fingers almost imperceptibly, then stops.  His physique is one to behold.  His lower jumpsuit is tight on his thigh muscles and crotch.  Does the thrill of the kill turn him on, or is Michael just packing ?  Corey feels movement in his own jumpsuit and adjusts the crotch.  

Michael seems to see Corey out the window.  Corey wonders if Michael would let him kill the guy, and bangs the window.  He side-skips toward the kitchen door to let himself in, curls bouncing.  Michael crosses the kitchen in two long strides, his boots heavy on the linoleum.  He locks the kitchen door without looking at Corey, opens a drawer by the sink, and removes a knife.  He returns to the living room in no hurry at all.  

"Hey!" Corey protests.  He jumps back over to the window and bangs on it.  Michael ignores him and stands there with the knife.  The man has grabbed a shotgun from the wall.  Michael push-kicks it away, unphased.   His work boots break the man's fingers and send the shotgun crashing into the TV.  Sparks shoot from the TV as it dies.  The man holds his limp fingers in his good hand and sobs as smoke comes from the TV.  He's drooling.

With an effortless swing of the knife, Michael finishes him off from arm's length.  The douchebag raises both hands to his throat  and gurgles. Blood trickles over his mangled fingers.  He drops to his knees.  As life leaves his eyes, he looks at Corey, then falls forward onto his face, out of view. 

Corey's disappointment at being locked out of the house quickly turns to elation and arousal.  Watching Michael kill was more satisfying than he could have imagined. He had a front row seat to an apex predator in its natural habitat.  That was worth more than killing the guy himself.  Michael killed him so much better than Corey could dream to.  It was art.   Michael is so much bigger, more powerful, more equipped .  Corey is turned on by his own inferiority, but also wants to learn. 

Michael stands there breathing and waits. Corey bangs again on the window.  Now that it's over, he wants in. Even if Michael chokes him. Especially if Michael chokes him.  Below the window, Corey palms himself through his jumpsuit. A wet spot appears.  His brow furrows and he breathes heavily, and looks back up at Michael. Corey's breath fogs the window. Corey is painfully engorged, the wet spot growing at the front of his jumpsuit.  He must relieve himself.  He fumbles frantically with his zipper and reaches inside.  He begins to stroke himself.   Michael's mask tilts, watching him.

A shadow moves behind Michael.   Michael side-steps out of the way and turns his head toward the hall, waiting.  His fingers twitch.  There's someone else in the house. 

The female deputy emerges from the shadows.  Her eyes fall on Corey's mask and she screams. Michael whips around and grabs her by the throat, slamming her against the wall. Her scream turns into a whimpering cough. Michael effortlessly lifts her off the ground, dragging her up the wall.  She kicks and thrashes, and her arms disappear behind his chest.  

She manages to free her legs to either side of Michael.  They're spread wide.  Her feet  are even farther from reaching the floor now.   Michael closes the small gap between them with a thrust, and she groans.  Corey can't see the knife, but he waits for the life to leave her eyes.  It doesn't yet.  It doesn't seem to at all. Michael is playing with his prey again, Corey thinks.  

Michael reaches between her and himself. A knife clatters to the ground with barely any blood on it.  She groans loudly.  Her strength doesn’t seem to fade. Michael is so much bigger than her.  He seems to take up the whole hall.  He jabs his body into her again.  And again.  She screams, and Michael covers her mouth.  A picture frame falls off the wall behind her. 

With a single step and pivot, Michael flips her to the other wall, her legs wrapping around him.  Michael presses his body into her.  Corey removes his mask and takes in the view.  Michael's sculpted ass flexes rhythmically. Around his waist, the jumpsuit looks looser than Corey expects. 

Michael's jumpsuit is unzipped .  He's not killing her.  He's fucking her.  Michael Myers fucks, and Corey has a front seat view.   Corey pumps himself furiously.  Michael continues thrusting into her, faster and faster.  His upper back muscles flex intricately under his jumpsuit.  

She moans and squirms.  Michael pins both her arms above her head and quickens his pace.  The screams and groans run together into one long cry.  Corey breathes heavily, desperately milking his engorged cock.  His eyelids are heavy. He blinks hard and forces his them open, not wanting to miss a second. 

Michael finally slows down.  He thrusts her into the wall three more times, much harder and slower, then holds perfectly still,  his monster cock still pinning her to the wall.  He steps back and she slides down unceremoniously into a heap on the ground.  Corey climaxes with a groan, and Michael's head whips to the window.  Michael slowly zips his jumpsuit and stands there breathing.  

Michael looks down at her and tilts his head.  She's wearing a button-up shirt, which is open.  Threads stick out where buttons are missing.  The bottom of her skirt is up at her belly button.   Her underwear is in tatters.  Her chest is heaving.  She doesn't try to escape.

Michael leaves her alive and slams the door on his way out.  Corey catches his breath and zips up his suit in a daze.  It's unclear if Michael is a rapist or if she is a conspirator, but the scene gives Corey an idea.  He'll bring Michael his prey.

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Michael Makes Corey Watch

900 | NSFW 18+ variety of dark depravity incl. Forced masturbation / cuckolding

Michael Myers x Fem!Reader, Corey Cunningham

Original: Michael Makes Them Watch.

AU where Michael and Corey meet in a different way like if he was a bystander in Michael's game (rules recapped under 'keep reading'). There is so much cucking going on here.

Enjoy & Happy Shaperil!

Michael's Game (Rules):

Watch or you die

Jack off or you die

Come before Michael or you die

You're running from Michael and end up on the Cunningham doorstep.  You're new to the neighborhood and don't know them well. You've seen Corey doing yardwork and couldn't help but notice him, but his mother keeps him locked up.  Their porch light is on, so you bang frantically on the door.  Joan demands to know what you're doing out so late, until she sees Michael trailing behind you.  She lets you in and locks the door, yelling in her northern accent "Corey!!!!" because Ronald isn't home.  

You're not thinking clearly, so you run upstairs to hide.  Michael kicks in the door while you're still on the stairs.  He immediately stabs Joan to death.  You end up in Corey's room and close the door behind you.  Corey is confused. He's sitting up in bed wearing only briefs and just putting his glasses on. He asks you what's going on, then Michael busts in. Michael grabs him by the throat and holds him for a good 30 seconds with Corey choking, grasping at Michael's hand, and getting hard.  Michael drags him down the stairs while you hide in another room.   There's a bunch of commotion downstairs, then Michael stomps back up and finds you.  Michael throws you over his shoulder and brings you down to the dining room where Corey is tied up, duct tape on his mouth. 

Michael slams you face down on the empty dining room table and starts ripping your clothes off.  Corey's trying desperately to get free, but his efforts only push him back from the table so you can see his whole body. He looks good. You didn't realize how bad you wanted to tie him up and ride him until this moment.  You're startled from your fantasies when Corey's eyes widen as he looks behind you, and you feel Michael's cock slap your ass. A pang of pleasure shoots through you.  It's not that you want Michael, but it's natural to get aroused when you fear for your life, and it's also natural to get aroused by the touch of a nice, hard cock.  

Corey won't make eye contact with you.  In fact, he starts averting his gaze entirely.  Michael is none too pleased.  He drags Corey's chair closer.   Then, he takes Corey's already-hard cock out of his briefs. Corey's face turns red and he tries to look away.  Michael grabs his jaw, turning his head toward you. Then he puts Corey's hand around his cock before returning to the head of the table behind you.  

Michael spreads your legs and yanks you to the edge of the table.  His large hand engulfs your dripping wet pussy and gathers your slick.  He reaches over and spreads it on Corey's cock before returning to you.   

Corey is hesitant to jerk off at first but Michael puts his knife to his throat and makes it very clear Corey must watch and must get off.  

"It's okay," you mouth to Corey.

He still hesitates.  

"Fucking do it," you say. "Please " you mouth.  

Michael's hands around your thighs send a chill down your spine, then you feel the round dagger of his cockhead nudge your warm, wet hole.    

Corey timidly strokes himself. You take a deep breath and pretend it's Corey who's about to ram  into you.  You watch Corey with his thick cock in his massive hand using your juices as lube and it turns you on. Thank God. Because you need to be as wet as humanly possible to take what's coming. 

Michael plunges his unholy length into you.  You groan as he parts your insides.  You watch Corey's mouth fall open and his strong chest fill with air as he strokes himself.  His brow furrows and his lip quivers.  

Michael pummels you unforgivingly, yanking your thighs back like a wheelbarrow as he looms over the dining room table and your body sticks to the tablecloth, sliding back toward him with each brutal thrust.   A traitorous tension coils deep inside you as you pretend you’re getting railed by Corey. 

You want to see Corey come.  You let yourself moan.  You push yourself up on your forearms so Corey can see your breasts.  Michael spanks you so hard your asscheek goes numb.

Corey watches Michael fuck you.  He strokes himself at full-strength, sweating, grunting into the duct tape, wild curls bouncing in his face, tears running down his pink cheeks.  He looks so hot like that.  

Michael’s hands engulf your torso and feel surprisingly nice on your breasts.  He grunts, then Corey groans into the duct tape and you begin to unravel as you watch his hips lift and cum spills out of his fist.  You gasp and moan as the pressure within you springs free.  It squeezes and releases your whole body in waves and you clench down on Michael’s cock, milking him of an unfathomable load. 

Michael comes inside you until you’re overflowing with his seed, then leaves you there. Ronald is pulling into the driveway and Michael kills him on his way out.   

Corey keeps crying and apologizing.   He seems more upset about what Michael did to you than what Michael did to his mother.  You take the duct tape off Corey but think about leaving him tied up. Maybe you'll come back later, maybe not. Maybe you'll have some fun while you're at it.  

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[toxicanonymity]

i miss when you used to write mostly for michael 😭 

Aww 🥺 I'm sorry boo 💕. I have to say it's kind of addictive having a blorbo that speaks lol. I could never bear the thought of making Michael Myers talk.

But here's an unconventional, possibly blasphemous scenario for you. Scream 6 got me thinking about what Michael would look like with a big gun. I think it would be hot, even if he didn't shoot it.

500 / Michael Myers x GN reader / canon typical explicit violence, brief noncon. @wolvesandvampires @rebel-blue @ethanhoewke

It's the Prevo auto yard blood bath.  Michael shows up to take his mask back from Corey before the action really gets started.  He forces Corey to his knees and yanks the mask off his head, pulling his hair in the process which only turns Corey on, making him beg to suck Michael's dick.  Michael can't be bothered, though.  Michael puts his mask back on, leaves Corey on his knees, and goes to the Prevo office.  

Meanwhile, you and the band kids are waiting on Terry to get back with help.  Terry and Ronald walk out of the office, each of them holding shotguns.  Michael disarms Terry first, knocks him out with it, then calmly, expertly aims the shotgun at Ronald and fires a warning shot near Ronald's head.  Ronald fires back, sounding Michael in the shoulder, but Michael is unphased.  Before Ronald can reload, Michael grabs his gun as well.  Michael is so imposing and dangerous that Ronald doesn't even try to fight back.  Michael hits Ronald in the throat with the butt of the shotgun and while Ronald is choking, Michael hits him again, crushing Ronald's windpipe. 

Now Michael has two shotguns, one over each shoulder, a finger on each trigger, and when he comes into view he's even huger than people say. Tall asf, plough horse shoulders, biceps like tree trunks. Tight jumpsuit, huge bulge. Your friends run but you stand by the tow truck frozen. He discards one of the guns and slowly walks toward you holding the other long gun.  You cower onto the ground. 

Michael points the gun at you and keeps it aimed at you as he walks by, as though to say "stay put." Then he effortlessly catches up with your friends who are fruitlessly trying to climb the fence.  He throws the gun over the fence then easily  pries your friends off the fence at the same time like a couple of kittens, one in each massive hand. Throws one to the ground while he holds up the otherx takes out his knife and slits their throat. After finishing them both off, Michael returns to you, the blood of your friends dripping off the knife as he slowly approaches.  You're still huddled on the ground against the tow truck.

Michael grabs your shirt and pulls you up to your feet by it.  He doesn't let go of your shirt once you're standing. He holds it taut and uses his other hand to slice it open with his knife. 

Then he uses the point of the knife to pop the button off your jeans.  You're so turned on you move to help take your jeans down but Michael huffs and pins your arms above your head. Fortunately you're aroused by the time he pulls your jeans down, unzips himself and shoves his monster cock into you.  He holds both your wrists up against the truck in one massive hand as he rails you. With his armpit in your face you inhale him the whole time, a scent you'll never forget.  Corey is watching and listening, jacking off out of view.

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