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theywhowriteandknowthings · 7 months

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Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 Day 12 CNC(Consensual Non Consent)/Roleplay Joel Miller x Reader

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Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 – Day 12 CNC

You’re rifling through an old grocery store, desperate to find some tampons, or even a menstrual cup. Your period’s due and living in the woods for the last few weeks has been rough. You are about to admit defeat when you hear the metallic click of a hammer being pulled back. Your blood runs cold as you silently curse your tunnel vision.

“Up.”

The deep voice behind you instructs and you obey. As you stand you try to subtly pull out the knife from your boot but a disappointed tut comes from behind you.

“Don’t ya even think ‘bout it, sweetheart.”

“Can’t blame a girl for trying.” He grunts at that but says no more.

You rise slowly, your heart hammering in your chest as you rise to full height, hands up as you wait for the next instruction.

“Turn around f’me.”

You do as you’re told and your eyes go wide as you see the broad man in front of you, pistol aimed at your forehead as he smirks at you. He’s older by a few years, his patchy facial hair splintered with grey, as are the thick, once dark, curls that frame his face. If he didn’t have a gun pointed at you, you might have found him attractive.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone huh? Dangerous place to be caught unawares.”

“There aren’t any infected around here these days, been scoping the place out-,”

You’re cut off by the stranger closing the distance in one long stride, the barrel of the pistol presses into your ribs as his free hand snatches your jaw, fingers digging painfully into your flesh.

“Ain’t talkin’ bout infected darlin’, much more dangerous things out there than them.”

“Yeah? Like what?” You try keep your voice strong, knowing all too well what’s coming next. You try to be brave, keep the tears from spilling. You won’t give him the satisfaction of that.

“Me.”

He shoves you back against the wall, pressing his thigh between yours as he tilts your head to the side, pinning you with his body as you feel the hard length of his cock pressed against your belly. You whimper, the last ounce of resolve in you broken as you realise there’s no escaping what’s about to happen.

“Please, I just needed supplies, please don’t do this.” You try anyway as he dips his head down to your neck, strong nose pressing into your flesh as he sucks a mark into your exposed skin.

“Shut the fuck up, you don’t have any control over this y’hear? The less you struggle the less I have’ta get rough with ya, we clear?”

You let out a small noise of agreement, something between a whine and a sob. You try and relax, letting your body go limp as your assailant rips open your flannel shirt, revealing your breasts, covered in a threadbare bra and little else.

“What’s your name darlin’? I’m Joel.”

“What’s it matter to you?” You snap, eyes fixed on an empty, rusting, magazine stand as you try not to think too hard about how wet you are as a result of this stranger’s large, groping, hands.

“Play nice little kitten or I’m going to stop being such a gentleman.”

One of his hands grabs your face, calloused fingertips digging in painfully as he yanks your head back to look at him. His nostrils are flared and his eyes wide with rage, you flinch away from him, and you hear a soft chuckle escape his plush lips. You mutter your name, and he softens a little, his eyes shining with appreciation.

“Good girl. Now, you’re going to hop up on this counter here, ‘kay?”

You nod obediently, legs shaking as he guides you to the ledge. You jump up of your own accord and Joel nods in approval as he starts to unbutton your jeans, pulling your panties and pants down in one swift motion. You squirm as the cool air hits your slick folds.

“Look at that,” Joel whistles low as he cups your sex with one of his meaty hands, his coarse palm rubbing on your clit as he strokes his fingers through your embarrassingly wet cunt, “You getting off on this?”

“No.” You breathe as you tremble under his touch, you look away again and he tuts once more.

“Look at me, and quit lyin’ you little whore.”

Your breath catches in your chest as Joel’s free hand wraps harshly around your neck, pressuring your windpipe as he presses a thick finger inside you. You can’t help yourself, you let out a tight whine as Joel fucks you with his finger, palm brushing over your clit and despite it all, or maybe – shamefully – in spite of it, you’re close.

“Joel.” You whimper softly and you watch through hooded eyes as Joel smirks in triumph.

“There you go, come on my fingers darlin’ I’ll treat you so nice if you just let me.”

“Fuck, m’coming Joel.” Your hands fly forward, finding his cheeks as you pull his mouth against yours. You groan loudly into his mouth as his tongue lashes against yours, devouring you as he feels you clamp around his finger.

“See, didn’t have to be scared kitten, I’ll take care of you.”

His breath fans over you as you come down from your high. Shame washes over you as you realise what you just did. You thrash away from him, clawing at his arms to try and break free. You forget about the gun pressed to your ribcage for a split second and punch him hard in the jaw.

“Fucking bitch!”

You hear the wail of a man incensed as you fall to your knees, scrambling away as you try to reach for your boot knife. But you don’t make it far, your legs weak, body numb as you try and come down from your orgasm.

“No more playin’ nice, fucking cunt. You ain’t going to enjoy this.”

Joel lands on top of you with a snarl as he shoves your face down onto the chipped and faded linoleum. You whimper as he forces your legs apart, your pants still around your knees from how he had you on the counter. You hear the rip of fabric as he forces them lower.

“Was just going to fuck your nice, pliable, little cunt, maybe even let you come again,” Joel lords over you as he spits on the crease of your ass, “Didn’t want to get nasty with you darlin’, but you’ve forced my hand.”

He lines his cock up against your tight cheeks and you whimper at the way he spreads them, baring your asshole to him. You feel his impossibly thick tip against the tight ring of muscle and you cry out in panic.

“Please, no.”

“Why? What have you fuckin’ done to deserve any mercy? Huh?”

“Can be good, promise.” You plead.

“Mmm, we’ll see,” There’s a shift in Joel’s tone as he leans over to whisper in your ear, “You doin’ ok down there darlin’?

“Yeah, still green for me, you?” You smile to yourself as you feel your body relax at Joel’s check-in.

“Emerald City green baby, just wanted to make sure.”

“But seriously, no butt stuff, not sanitary.”

“Agreed, you ready to go?” Joel whispers softly against your skin as he presses tender, doting kisses to your shoulder.

“Uh-huh, oh, and Joel?” You say with a smirk as you look over your shoulder at him.

“Yeah?”

“Punish me for being such a brat.”

The switch flips and you see the look on Joel’s face, dark and deadly, before you resume your position with your face pressed into the worn lino.

“You going to be a good girl and let me fuck that sweet little cunt?”

“Yes, I promise, as much as you want.” You whimper as your clit aches at the tension rolling between you both.

“Might just keep you, was thinking ‘bout offin’ ya, can’t be having bitches with grudges hangin’ over me.”

“Promise, I’ll be so good to you, please, fuck my pussy.”

You’re playing along, literally and theatrically, as you love it when Joel gets this fucking dirty with you.

“Aw there we go, those’re the manners I’ve been looking for.” Joel purrs as he grabs at your hips, bringing you up so his dick lines up with your slick core.

“Look how sweet she looks, such a needly little hole for me.”

“Please.” You beg, it’s agony having him notched at your entrance, you’re dripping and all you want is for him to fill you up.

“Good girl.” He grunts as he thrusts into you, pulling you back on his dick as he fucks you. He’s impossibly deep and you whine as he pulls you up against him. You worry in the back of your mind about his knees, but he doesn’t seem to care as he bounces you up and down on his thighs. One of his hands wraps around your neck, pinning you to him and cutting off the airflow to your brain as his other hand drops to your clit.

“Gonna fill your little cunt up, make you leak all down your thighs like a dirty fucking whore.”

“Please, want your come in me.” You pant, your mind is blank as you feel yourself reach your peak. You love it when Joel lets go like this, using your body like a fucking toy, yet still makes sure you’re having a good time.

“As you wish, sweetheart.”

He groans in your ear as you clamp around his cock. Your vision is white as you convulse around him, gasping for air as his grip on your throat tightens. You scream out as your orgasm hits you like a slap to the face. Raw, electric, grounding.

Joel grunts and lets out a deep whine as he empties himself into you, huffing and wheezing as he fills you up. You loll back onto his shoulder and hum contentedly as he buries his nose in your hairline.

“We are definitely doing that again.”

Joel grumbles as he pulls you close against him, panting against your slick skin.

“Fuck yeah we are, but next time I get the gun.”

“That so?” Joel growls as he nips at the shell of your ear.

“Uh-huh, I wanna make you beg Joel Miller.” You tease and you feel his cock twitch inside you.

“Hmmm we’ll see, now come on, the horses are waiting.”

You groan internally as you realise that you’re still an hour out of Jackson. Your pussy throbs in morbid anticipation of being sat in a saddle for that long. But it was worth it. All the while, as you and Joel exchange shit-eating grins on your way back to Jackson, you know this was going to become a habit, and you were thrilled to see how far you could both push things.

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 7 months

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Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 - Day 10 ”Toys” - Pt 2 of “Who does this Belong To?”

This blog is a 18+ space, Minors, do not engage. If you are under the age of 18 you are not welcome here. Once again, this is a 18+ space and minors should not interact. Specific Warnings: Overstimulation, wand vibrator, unprotected PiV(Do Better), Papi Kink, Dom!Javi, Sub!reader, spanking, choking(mild), degradation (lots of it, Javi has a filthy mouth), come play(sort of??), bratty reader. Mentions of Infidelity and male masturbation

Sorry this is late, I was so busy with birthday stuff and I went back to work today and it’s just been a mess. But I hope you enjoy this! Thank you once again to the amazing @pastelnap and @wannab-urs for beta-ing for me!

Two weeks ago you’d felt so proud of yourself as you listened to Javi whine and come over his fingers as you left your shared apartment. Two weeks, and he hadn’t said a thing about it.

Until now.

Javi slams the door behind you as he captures your lips in his own, the kiss is possessive, hungry, and has you gasping for air. You push back against Javi, trying to convey that you want to go to bed, but he only pins you to the door more firmly.

“No.”

His tone is gruff as he wedges his knee between yours as he brings your wrists together over your head. His thigh presses firmly against your core as Javi leans back to look at you. Your lips are swollen and puffy as you pant up at him.

His dark eyes are hooded, his lips part a little as he smirks down at you. You arch your back as you grind yourself over his muscular thigh. His free hand closes around your throat, gentle enough to not leave a mark, but domineering enough to make you chase the pressure on your windpipe.

“Need you to tell me your safe word hermosa.”

“Gringo.”

“Fuck, you’re a bad woman.”

“Would you rather I say Steve?”

“¡Híjole! You’re going to pay for that mi amor.”

He leans in to nip at your jaw, his moustache raking delightfully against your cheek and you whine at the friction as his teeth sear marks into your skin. His tongue soothes over the sore flesh with tenderness and you’re a panting whining mess by the time he reaches your ear.

“You have two minutes to get to the bed, strip bare, arms above your head. Face down, ass up. Go.”

Javi releases you and walks off into the spare room he uses as an office when things get too hot at the office, or if he wants to be able to get up late and fuck you before work. You hesitate for a moment but as soon as his door is closed you practically leap over the sofa to get to your shared bedroom.

You strip off, throwing everyting in the hamper in the coner of the room and throw yourself onto the bed. You follow every instruction to the letter, doing no more or less than Javi commanded. You’re on your knees, thighs clamped tightly together, hands together up near the pillows. You wait, trying not to squirm in anticipation as you know if Javi catches you moving, you’re already in his bad books.

After a few agonsing minutes you hear the bedroom door close with a click. You hold steady, even though your whole body trembles in gentle quakes, like waves jostling a boat on the open ocean. But Javi is uncharacteristically silent as you try to keep your head. You want to turn and ask what’s taking so long, but you were being the perfect plaything tonight.

From the word “No.” you had realised this was payback for two weeks ago, when you punished him for kissing someone else. So, you were resisting every urge to be your usual bratty self. You know that when either of you take near-complete control like you had, there was always a reaction. A reverse swing of the pendulum of consensual power-play between you.

Then you hear it, a soft, whining drone behind you. It’s almost enough to make you turn, but you bury your head in the sheets grinding your teeth together as you try and figure out what you had in store.

“Open.”

Javi taps the each of your asscheeks ass twice, no nonsense, you do as you’re told. You shift your knees, easing forward on the sheets so that your thighs spread out for him. The humid air hits your exposed core and you sigh in anticipation.

You expect Javi to just take you, it’s something you both love. Even if you’re sore the next day, sometimes having a fraught, frantic fuck without prep was what you both needed. But what happens next has you reeling.

The firm press of something broad and vibrating against your clit makes your whole body convulse. It’s so much, a rolling, unrelenting ripple of sensation through your aching bundle of nerves. You whimper and whine as you struggle to maintain control over your body.

“How’s that feel hermosa?” Javi lilts from behind you. You can feel him hovering just behind you on the bed, careful not to touch you with anything but the wand.

“So good, fuck Javi.” You mewl as your orgasm builds so quickly you can barely think. You’re drooling into the sheets as you tremble whilst trying to stay still, following instructions like a good girl.

The crack of Javi’s free hand against your asscheek has you coming hard. The combined euphoric stimulation of your clit and the slap of his broad hand on your skin shoots pleasure straight to your core. You shake and tremble as you come down through your high and you fully expect Javi to pull the wand away and fuck you now.

The high-pitched whine doesn’t stop, if anything it gets louder as you feel the vibrations build against your aching clit. Javi chuckles as he sees you struggling to stay still. You whimper as you feel yourself building up again through the near-painful stimulation.

“Javi please, let me have a second to-,”

“No.”

Javi cuts you off by landing another heavy spank on your other asscheek.

“Javi!” You cry out as your walls flutter around nothing, your pussy desperate to be filled as the overstimulation has tears rolling down your cheek.

“Am I going to have to gag that pretty little mouth?”

Javi growls as he soothes his broad palm over your reddening flesh, his touch grounding you as you feel another orgasm building deep inside you.

“No, I’ll be quiet I promise.”

“No what?”

“No Papí.” You whine as your fingers and toes curl and your cunt squeezes around nothing as your second orgasm rips through you. You whimper and whine as Javi moves the wand back and forth, giving your clit a brief respite as he teases your entrance with it.

“Good girl.”

You hear the telltale sound of his belt coming undone and heat rushes to your cheeks and pricks at the tips of your ears as you realise he’s still fully dressed.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you,” He purrs as he taps your shoulder gently, “You’re going to keep this wand on your clit while I use you like a little fuck toy, understand?”

“Yes Papí, I’ll be good, do whatever you want.”

Your voice is weak and pathetic as you stutter through the continued overstimulation. Javi loves doing this to you, pushing you past your limits, but this is something else. This is intense.

“Good girl, remembering her fucking manners, now take it.”

You’re not sure if he meant the wand or his cock but the moment you take hold of the vibrator Javi plunges his cock deep inside you without warning. You bury your face in the sheets to muffle the wail of pleasure that rips through you as he splits you open. Your knees go weak, but Javi holds you firm, one hand on your shoulder, forcing you back onto his cock with every thrust. His other hand steadies you by your hip.

“Don’t even think about moving it away bebita.”

Javi snaps his hips against your ass and you hear his desperate, breathy groans as he rakes his thick cock through your slick walls. He’s close. Your cunt aches with overstimulated bliss as the vibrations sear into your swollen clit and you whimper and moan as each thrust only intensifies the pressure building deep in your core.

“You’re my perfect little cocksleve, choking me with this tight little pussy. Fuckin’ made for me to ruin.”

Javi growls through clenched teeth, his voice tight as he nears his release. The hot breathy moans and tight whining grunts are music to your ears as you come undone around him. Your body goes limp as your vision blurs. You drop the wand but Javi doesn’t seem to care anymore as his hips stutter and still inside you with a deep, throaty groan spilling from his lips.

You feel him come inside you, filling you up and spilling out of your pussy as he pulls out. You whine at the loss of sensation as your heart hammers in your chest, threatening to explode form the way your body is shaking and convulsing from three overstimulated orgasms. You roll onto your back, still trembling as you look up at Javi, his face a picture of triumph.

“Naughty girl.”

Javi scolds you gently but the buzzing of the wand stops as he turns it off and drops it over the edge of the bed. You hiss as he spreads your legs gently before running a finger up through your combined spend. He gently gatheres the combined slick and come on his finger and presses it slowly back into your cunt.

“Papí, please, no more.” You beg as you clamp your thighs around his forearm.

“You ready to tap out? What’s your safe word baby?” Javi’s voice loses all bravado, the silky sweetness a wild juxtaposition to the fact his middle finger is still buried to the knuckle inside you, plugging your pussy so you don’t leak any more of his come.

“Nuh-uh.” You whine, as much as you’re sore and aching for a rest, you never back down so easily with Javi.

“Looks like Papí needs to teach you another lesson.”

You groan at your own stubbornness but you know Javi is going to make it worth your while.

It’s going to be a long night.

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 7 months

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Trying Something New - A Doctor!Joel x PharmaRep! Reader Fic

Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 Day 1: Trying something New.

NSFW 18+ minors DNI. Warnings: This is mostly just porn, very little plot, Joel is mean, Manipulative!Joel, Mean!Joel, fingering, edging, smut, praise kink, dom!Joel, dark!Joel, reader insert, public sex/voyuerism, dirty talk, Joel’s mouth, Joel is a sleaze bag, transactional sex (implied), sex work (implied), power dynamic, coercion (if you squint). Let me know if I missed anything! No Reader description, no use of Y/N.

You chew on your bottom lip as you wait outside the conference hall. Your stomach in knots as you tap your foot impatiently against the abstract carpeting that looks like a piñata vomited into the ocean. Swirling vortexes of confetti are baked into the threadbare carpet in hues of orange, pink, and yellow; like rancid sprinkles on a stale sheet cake.

Your head snaps up as the rumbling baritone of Doctor Miller’s voice, bracketed by a gruff chuckle, catches your attention. He strides through the double doors, hair slicked back, dark glasses atop his brow, and patchy facial hair trimmed and purposeful.

His white dress shirt is open at the collar, way too many buttons undone to be justifiable at the conference. But this man is a legend on the Pharma circuit, so no-one dares challenge his laid-back approach to fashion. Tight black slacks fall over his toned legs and his dress shoes gleam like polished black mirrors.

Fuck he’s even hotter up close.

You almost forget to speak up as you watch him glide past you, other, less important, doctors trailing after him like lost puppies. Desperate for some of the Miller charm to rub off on them too.

“Excuse me, Doctor Miller?”

He stops dead in his tracks, one of the other doctors almost crashing into him at the abrupt halt. He turns to look at you with an eyebrow raised, his lips pursed into a hard line as he unashamedly looks you up and down. He lingers over your exposed cleavage, and you try not to smile too obviously at that.

I knew this dress would work.

You think to yourself as you feel vindication at spending two hours planning your hair, make-up, and outfit this morning. It was worth losing those few hours of precious sleep over.

“Hey there,” He drawls, his dark eyes raking over you, slower this time, as he addresses his entourage, “I’ll see you gentlemen later, golf in the morning yeah?”

The groupies nod eagerly in unison, like they wouldn’t miss it for anything. It’s almost pathetic, until you realise what you’re about to do is much, much worse.

You’re drowning in debt from college, your hopes and dreams crushed by an oversaturated job market in journalism, rent is due, and you’re behind on your sales quota. You’re running out of options, fast. So, trying something new had seemed like your only option when you booked into this conference weeks ago.

“What can I do for you sweetheart?” Joel’s dulcet southern drawl snaps you out of your thought spiral and you look up to see an amused smirk painted across his plush lips. His cheeks dimple and the rush of arousal that floods straight to your core is almost embarrassing.

“I-, I know this is bold, but could I buy you a drink?”

He pauses for a moment, and your heart sinks as the prospect of rejection hangs over you like a guillotine. Ready to cleave your last-ditch attempt at evading eviction in twain. Then the corner of his mouth twitches up and his eyes crease at the corner as he shrugs his broad shoulders.

“I think it would be mighty crass of me to accept such an offer, how about I buy you a drink?”

“Are you sure? I’m happy to-!”

One of his broad fingers presses firmly against your lips and every shred of feminism and self-respect leaves your body as his rough skin catches on your own. It’s like the pad of his finger is searing your skin, branding you with his mere touch.

“I won’t take no for an answer. Let’s go.”

He drops his hand only to move to your side, his broad palm splayed across the small of your back. It’s intimate, disarming, and suddenly you feel like you have lost all control of the situation. Your lips tingle at the ghost presence of his finger on your lips.

Joel guides you through the hotel lobby and into the bar, settling on a booth in a dingy little corner of the room. You slide into the booth, expecting him to take the seat opposite you, but he follows you, crowding you in towards the curve of the U-shaped seating.

Your heart all but bursts out of your chest when you feel the rough, hot press of his hand on your leg. He’s not even trying to hide the way he digs into the meat of your thigh, riding the hem of your dress up with the heel of his palm. You squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to quell the ache that pulsates through your cunt.

“Doctor Miller-!”

“Joel. Call me Joel sweetheart.”

His voice is low in your ear, and you can smell his expensive cologne as his lips brush the corner of your jaw, his breath fanning against your skin as he hails a waiter with his other hand. The bridge of his glasses presses against your cheek and you can’t help but pine at the way he is too eager to even take them off.

“Joel, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like sweetheart? I’m giving you exactly what you came here for, a quick fuck in return for me prescribing those nasty little pills of yours right?”

Your cheeks flush with heat and your ears burn as you feel the shame of being caught out so easily. You want to protest, deny the accusation that pours into your ears, soaking into your bones with shame and arousal. But you can’t.

“I’ve never done this before, sales are down, rent’s due. I needed to try something new.”

You plead as you watch the waiter get closer, his smile bright as he looks at the two of you with a glimmer in his eye. Joel’s broad hand pushes further up your leg and you feel a thick finger ghost the lace of your panties and you gasp. Joel nips your earlobe painfully and you stifle the noise threatening to spill from your lips at the pain and tumbling pleasure that follows it as his tongue kitten licks against the sore skin.

“Shh, keep that dirty little mouth shut, don’t want him seeing what ‘m doing sweetheart. Can you be a good girl and stay quiet for me?”

Your lip quivers as he grazes his knuckle against the already drenched material of your thong. You should be embarrassed, maybe deep down you are, but the white-hot drip of arousal down your spine takes priority as you nod silently.

“Words sweetheart, come on, he’s almost here, ‘f he catches us I’m out of here.”

“Yes Joel,” You whimper, legs trembling as he eases a finger under the fabric, pulling it to the side as he growls in your ear at the way your slick paints his thumb as it glides through your obscenely wet folds, “I’ll be good, keep my mouth shut.”

“Good girl.”

Those two words make your brain short circuit. Your legs spread of their own accord as you feel him smile into your skin, his strong nose pressed into your hairline before he turns just in time to address the waiter. You can barely breathe as a thick finger teases at your entrance.

“Hey there, what can I get for you both?” His nasal twang barely registering as you focus on the sound of your own ragged heartbeat roaring in your ears.

“I’ll take a double of Lagavulin sixteen, neat.” Joel says with a syrupy sweetness that makes you want to roll your eyes. But you hold firm, smiling sweetly at the waiter as you order.

“Same for me.”

“Coming right up.” The waiter nods as he turns on his heel, seemingly oblivious to the depravity unfolding just below the table edge.

“Good taste in scotch.” Joel grumbles almost absently as he buries his face in your neck once more. His lips catch on your skin as he mouths a trail of kisses up to your ear. It’s excruciatingly slow, and your pussy clenches in anticipation as you silently beg him to just get on with it.

The waiter returns with your drinks, but they’re forgotten as soon as they’re set down as Joel slides a thick finger inside you. Your eyes roll back as he stretches your tight cunt out deliciously. He hooks his finger up against your g-spot with precision and he hums in your ear as he feels you clench around him.

“So wet. So desperate.”

His voice vibrates through your jaw as his facial hair burns against your skin, you’re so fucked out you wouldn’t care if he ripped you off the seat and fucked you over the table. You buck your hips to meet his thick finger and he chuckles against the shell of your ear.

“Being such a good little slut for me. Going to fuck you so dumb, fill up this tight little cunt with my fat cock until you’re leaking out around it. You want that sweetheart?”

“Yes, I want it, want it so bad, Joel.” You whimper as his thumb swipes lazily against your clit. You’re so close, your pussy flutters around his finger as he picks up the pace. Your eyes close as your spine crackles with electricity, flooding through your core as you feel the white-hot wave of pleasure crest—

Joel pulls his finger out of you harshly, knocking back his whiskey in one with his other hand before sliding out of the booth without so much as a look in your direction. You’re reeling as you look up at the broad span of his shoulders as he throws a few bills on the table along with a keycard. You clench around nothing, feeling painfully empty as you suppress a whine that tickles up your throat.

“Meet me upstairs in twenty minutes, and maybe you’ll get to come.”

Your chest heaves as you snap your legs shut, slick coats your thighs and drenches your ruined panties. You watch him as he stops at another table and your eyes go wide with shock. Your boss Chris, an utter sleaze-ball of a human is standing up to greet Joel. Your blood runs cold, and you swallow around the lump in your throat as both men turn to look at you.

I’m so fucked.

You think as a few words are said before Joel extends his hand to him and you watch in mortified horror as he shakes hands with the one that was only moments ago buried inside your cunt. They part ways and you sit there, unable to move as Joel reaches the elevator at the other end of the bar.

Your boss flashes you an uncharacteristically friendly smile and gives you a double thumbs up. Your eyes return to the elevator to see Joel’s eyes locked on you. You notice his middle finger buried to the knuckle between his plush lips as his cheeks hollow. He’s sucking himself clean of your arousal and you groan softly to yourself as your desperately empty pussy clenches at the sight. He winks as the elevator door closes and you slump back against the seat with a heavy exhale.

You wait fifteen minutes, checking the time on your watch every few seconds, until you can’t wait any longer. You finish your drink and snatch up the keycard. Your heels click loudly on the wood flooring and before you can reach the elevator you hear your boss call out your name. You turn slowly, anxiety bubbling up in your throat as you wait for that guillotine of shame and regret to fall.

“Not sure what you did, but Doctor Miller just agreed on a partnership deal with us. You’re getting a raise and a bonus honey, keep up the good work!”

Your smile is tight as you try and process the words coming out of his mouth. You lick your lips as you nod slowly, your head spinning and you look down at the keycard, then back up to your boss.

“Thank you, Chris. I’ll do you proud.”

You stumble into the elevator with an elated giggle spilling out of your mouth. You don’t know what the hell was waiting for you upstairs, but you do know that whatever it is, it’ll be worth it.

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 6 months

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Kinktober day 30 & 31 will be combined for tomorrow as I simply have not the emotional energy today (yay PMS, depression etc)

But look forward to fluffy smutty Max Phillips

AND fluffy smutty Vampire! Frankie!

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 7 months

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Happy 500, Knowy!

Because you lit a terrible, tentacle shaped candle in my heart, mind, body and soul:

OPTION 1: imagine… it's Joel. He's got aggression issues and reader is with him on patrol… she's into him but shoves those feelings down bc he's gruff, he's antisocial, he's mean, he's JOEL. Anyway, they bumble into an abandoned FEDRA testing site and there be all sorts of weird shit, but there also be TENTACLES. The tentacles, with their aphrodisiac spores and what not, take control of Joel [not reader??] and he lets his depraved, down-right-nasty-man out and reader is never the same...

OPTION 2: Imagine... it's October. It's fall. It's Monster Fucking Season. And Dave York is being punished by the higher ups for being a bad boy. He's sent on mission to collect a target - a freaky-deaky scientist maybe? - at a remote and spooky location. Scientist is even more of a dom than our dear Dave and decides he needs a good working over to adjust that attitude of his. Mr. Mad Scientist releases his latest work - a tentacle beast with an insatiable appetite for human pleasure and submission...

Tentacles x P-Boys 4life,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

Option 1 may, or may not[read definitely will be] inspo for my kinktober today… 😈

Love you @beefrobeefcal and thank you for suggesting this!!

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 6 months

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I think I’m running out of steam (and I have a cold, and I’m PMSing, and one of my wisdom teeth are flaring up)

I hope Maxie is enough for you as I’m combining pumpkin spice (day 30) and Fluff with your monster (day 31) into this fic.

It’s almost done, I just need to lie down and eat carbs.

Ilu all, it’s been a wild ride and I’ll be putting up my Kinktober Masterlist later on today so you can peruse at your leisure.

Big shout out to @pr0ximamidnight @beskarandblasters @wannab-urs @patti7dc @beefrobeefcal @pastelnap @reaperofmen @jksprincess10 @clawdee @covetyou @strang3lov3 @lucyeyelesbarrow @gasolinerainbowpuddles @king-simp and the rest of my wonderful moots (sorry if I missed y’all my brain is soup) for being top tier in supporting me in this crazy as fuck endeavour.

Have a blessed, spooky Samhain and I hope y’all will stick around for the shit I’ve got brewing next!

Iechyd Da! 🍻

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 7 months

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Murder Daddy Kinktober 18 won’t be happening as I’m a tired, pained mess after having an IUD fitted yesterday, love y’all but I need to sleep most of today. 🩵🫶🏻✌🏻

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 6 months

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Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 - Day 27 “Costumes”

Costumes - What would our Pedrokémons dress up as for Halloween? More below the cut!

Jackson era!Joel Miller – Where were you on outbreak day?

Joel is Gomez Addams with Reader being Morticia.

“I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.” Joel says as he murmurs against your lips (he’s drunk and handsy)

*Ellie – dressed as Pigsley Addams – aggressively gagging in the next frame*

DBF!Joel - Breaking the Rules

Joel is Dread Pirate Roberts, reader is Princess Buttercup.

“As you wish.” He purrs before crashing his lips against yours.

*Sarah rolling her eyes as Tommy tries to pick women up (Literally boasting his strength) as Conan the Barbarian in the background*

Javier Peña – Framing Escobar

Javier is Bo “The Bandit” Darville – Reader is Carrie “Frog”

“This is a little ironic, you see that right?”

“Shut up, you love it.”

Javier Peña – A feeling that never came

Javier is Dr Grant and Reader is Ellie Satler.

“They do move in herds” Reader remarks about the college students on a bar crawl.

“You’re so fucking lame.” Javi says as he smiles at you with pure adoration.

Dave York – The Princess and The Duke

Dave is Han and Reader(Luna) is Leia [Think that scene after Hoth where they kiss on the Falcon], with the girls who are Snow White and Rapunzel – Carol is working late, and the girls are delighted to go trick or treating with Dave and Luna.

Francisco Morales (SNAFU)

Frankie is Rambo – reader is Lara Croft. They playfully butt heads all night.

Francisco Morales (Vampire!Frankie)

Francisco “Dracula” Morales and his Bride, which they both get a silly kick out of, especially when Frankie bites her in front of the TF boys as a bit. There’s shock, awe, and laughter as it’s played off as a prank. But the thrumming in reader’s veins tells another story.

Javi G

Paddington Bear, Reader is an orange. It’s silly and fun and they dance the night away, sharing soft touches and giddy smiles. Next year: Reader dresses as John Travolta’s character (Sean Archer) in Face Off, Javi is Yuri Orlov from Lord of War. Another year: Reader is John Patrick Mason and Javi is Stanley Goodspeed (The Rock)

Dieter Bravo – Rendezvous in Reno

Costumes? Who needs costumes? Dieter spends Halloween with you in bed, naked, eating KitKats and smoking joints while watching old horror movies.

Max Phillips

Whatever he can pull off if it means he can just wear a suit and tie. Likely Hitman Agent 47. Reader as Sookie Stackhouse, of course.

Oberyn Martell – The Fox and The Viper.

Himself, he gets lots of compliments as he wears his silk robe as “That hot guy from the fantasy series”. Reader is dressed as “The nasty incest bitch, but in a hot way.”

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 7 months

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Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 day 2 teaser:

“Degradation” - Set in the Shore Leave Universe

Only a short so a smol teaser for you 💜

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 7 months

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Prologue: Twisting the Knife [MDKT2023 Day 7 what happens in x stays in x] Walk Away Series A Silva x transmasc Reader fic A Strange way of Life

This blog is a 18+ space, Minors, do not engage. If you are under the age of 18 you are not welcome here. Please heed these warnings and the warnings put in place on each individual fic and chapter. Your reading and consumption of my work is your responsibility but I will endeavour to mitigate any discomfort for you, the reader, as possible. Once again, this is a 18+ space and minors should not interact. Specific Warnings: body dysphoria, breast binding, self harm(maybe?), alcohol abuse, self-hatred, self-depreciating thoughts, trauma, trans trauma, mentions of being pregnant/child-bearing, pigs? Let me know if I missed anything

1177 words. Twisting the Knife

You’re drunk. Too fucking drunk to be safe. The binding wraps on your chest have been on too long and you know your chest is going to suffer for it tomorrow. You should go back to your room, sleep off the whiskey and regret. But you don’t, when have you ever been sensible in your life?

If you made the habit of being sensible, you’d be knocked up with a fifth or sixth kid, waiting hand and foot on a man you despise, as you pretended to be the good wife. Pretended to be something you aren’t. Something you never were, nor ever want to be.

“Hey there handsome, you drinking alone tonight?” A husky, accented voice draws your eyes up from the depths of the amber liquor in your glass. Your head swims as you take in the scruffy man before you, his large hand gripping the empty seat next to you.

He’s broad, his flannel shirt straining to contain his rippling muscles as he leans over to size you up. His salt and pepper hair is somehow dishevelled and graceful at the same time. His eyes are warm chocolate pools of compassion and the patchy facial hair smattered across his jaw makes you want to know what it feels like on your skin.

“Handsome, that’s a funny joke man, move along.” You grunt, your voice coaching somehow still keeping up as you’re wasted, the affected masculine edge holding up as you try and push the handsome stranger away.

“Modesty ain’t a flattering colour on you,” The stranger chuckles as he sits next to you, “What’s your story?”

“Seriously,” You grunt as you pick up your hat and replace it on your cropped brow. You wobble as you stand and give the handsome stranger a stern look, “Leave me the fuck alone.”

You snatch the cheap bottle of whiskey up from the table and stumble out of the saloon. You don’t know where you’re going, but you’re running away. As always. Always running from the hand you’ve been dealt.

Distorted imeages of drunkards, whores, and other wayward souls such as yourself fill your mind as you find a suitable alley to piss in. You unbuckle your belt and take one last cursory look around to check that no-one else is around. As soon as you’re sure the coast is clear you squat down and piss. You finish up with a grunt as you lean back against the wooden structure behind you.

The night is cool, Fall is fast approaching and you’re running out of reasons to keep going for yet another cold, lonely Winter. You swig from your whiskey bottle and weep to yourself as you let the pain wash over you. The self-hatred, the refusal to let anyone in.

Would it have been so bad to suck that strangers dick? Make him feel good just so you could proxy some pleasure through him?

Your whole body aches, from far within the cavernous depths of your chest, to the backs of your tired eyes. You just want it to stop, the hatred, the fear, the anguish that every breath rips from your mouth.

You stumble about for some time before you fall into a hole of your own self-hatred.

Self-hatred, it turns out, smells like a pigsty.

~*~

You wake with a dry mouth, tasting cheap liquor on your tongue as your head pounds incessantly, like you’ve been kicked in the head by a horse. You slowly open your eyes, grateful for the storm raging outside as your eyes adjust to the low lamplight of your room above the saloon. You look down to see your clothes from the night before still clinging to you body. You try to remember how you got here, the last thing you remember was the grunting of pigs as their soft snouts roamed over your body.

A soft snort from the corner of the room startles you and you look over to see the older man from the saloon, snoring away in the threadbare armchair near the door. You curse yourself silently as you pull the wool blanket up to your chin.

Has he looked? Does he know?

You ask yourself as you gently feel over your aching chest, your bindings are still in place and your long johns are still covering the rest of your body. You take a steady breath and try to formulate a plan, but your head throbs and you need water.

“So, you’re awake.”

The sultry drawl of the older cowboy catches your attention as he gives you a soft smile.

“Stubborn bastard, I told you to leave me alone.” You spit, fuming impotently as you don’t want to get out of the bed, for fear of him discovering your shame.

“Then I found you in a pigsty, you were making quite fast friends with the hogs too.”

“Fuck, I didn’t ask for your help, why’d you even bother?”

You pinch the bridge of your nose as your voice cracks, the feminine lilt making you want to vomit more than your hangover.

“Because I know that look,” He says as he gets up from the chair with a grunt, a sharp series of pops emanating from his spine as he goes, “I know the pain simmering under thew surface of your tough guy act.”

“You don’t know shit old man,” You hiss as he sits at the edge of your bed, a meaty paw resting on your shin as you flinch away from him, “Get the fuck out of my room.”

There’s a pain behind the stranger’s eyes, something deep and familiar that you don’t want to confront. He smiles softly at you as he nods slowly. You yearn for his touch, for if it were even a pale shadow of his kind voice, you know you’d never let him go.

But people like you don’t deserve kindness, love. You’re a broken doll, useless

“Alright, I’m not so much of a masochist to keep listenin’ to your abuse, but if you ever change your mind, I’ve got a ranch out west, just shy of a day’s ride, if you want the details ask Manuel at the bar.”

“Whatever.” You grunt as you roll over onto your side, staring at the peeling floral wallpaper with venom enough to kill a horse.

“See you around, guapo.”

The moment the door shuts behind him you launch out of bed to secure the lock and prop a chair against the handle. You strip with fervour as your chest aches and your ribs whine in protest against the binding.

You sob to yourself as your breasts spill free, traitorous globes of tissue and fat that make you sick to behold. You throw on a clean flannel to cover your shameful body before crawling back into bed, cocooning yourself with wool blankets and the loose shirt.

Your body shakes as you weep into the abyss, you long to have been stronger, to have welcomed the kind stranger into your bed. But, as always, you flee.

Because it’s all you know how.

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