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atomicami · 6 months

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omg HIII. could you maybe like- write abt like abby and reader at school (in college obvi) and abby pulls reader into a bathroom and like makes sure it’s empty and locks the door, and things get uh.. hot and heavy?🤭

U DONT HAVE TO IF U DONT WANNA BUT THIS IDEA POPPED INTO MY HEAD AND IM A SHIT WRITER AND HAVE SHIT GRAMMER.

btw, ur awesome.

hi anon! i hope you don’t mind, i changed the setting to a college/frat party instead, but i hope you like it though! tysm for the love 🤍

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abby anderson x fem!reader (college au)

- summary: it’s halloweekend, and after a lot of convincing, you reluctantly agree to be dina’s plus one to a costume party that’s being hosted at her boyfriend’s frat house. the night flies by slow for you, until an encounter with a certain classmate changes that.

- content: smut MDNI, no outbreak/modern au, reader and abby are in college (as stem majors), reader is a little introverted, frat house setting, college partying, some alcohol consumption, bathroom hookup, kinda softdom!abby, oral & fingering (r!receiving), reader is wearing heels, and abby tells you to keep them on, nicknames instead of y/n (mostly angel), and i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything else

- author’s note: happy halloween everyone! i’ve been having a bit of writer’s block with my bfm!abby fic lately, so i have to admit the timing for this request was perfect since it gave me the inspiration to write out this fic. i hope you guys like it!

“I still don’t get why you won’t come join me.”

You let out a sigh, taking your eyes off of your laptop and looking over at Dina, who was currently getting ready.

“Because, Dina, I’ve told you a million times that parties are not my thing,” you reply. “Especially if it’s in one of those awful frat houses.”

For the past week now, Dina’s been trying to get you to come to a costume party that’s being hosted at her boyfriend’s fraternity, Sigma Chi. It’s known to be one of the biggest fraternities at your university, and it’s also known for throwing the biggest parties.

The thing is, unlike Dina, you could honestly care less about college parties. What was the point of drinking and partying all night long when you’d just end up passing out and forgetting everything the next morning? You didn’t see the fun in it. If anything, you’d rather be spending a Saturday night curled up in your bed with a movie than getting blackout drunk and waking up hungover on some random person’s couch.

Dina finishes zipping up her skirt before turning around to face you. “But it’s Halloweekend…Don’t you wanna get out of here for a bit, and have some fun?” she asks. “I seriously don’t get how our dorm doesn’t give you any claustrophobia.”

You let out a chuckle and roll your eyes. “I think I’ll be fine, Dee. Besides, I need to study for my chemistry midterm next week.”

Dina lets out a groan in response. “You’re seriously going to spend this night locked up in our dorm studying?” You watch as she walks over to your bed with her black over-the-knee boots in hand and sits down next to you to put them on. “I truly love you babe, but you have got to let loose a little.”

You look over to your side as Dina goes on while she zips up her boots. “Besides…” she continues, zipping up her second boot. “There’s a possibility that a certain classmate of yours might be there…” she says with a wink as she nudges your shoulder with hers.

The ‘certain classmate’ that Dina was referring to was Abigail Anderson. She was also a STEM major just like you, but particularly majoring more towards the engineering field instead. You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t find her attractive, but you never found the desire to go for her simply because you felt like she was out of your league. You figured that she only saw you as nothing more than a classmate who would always sit in the back row during every lecture.

You shake your head and roll your eyes at Dina. “Just because Abby and I have the same chemistry class doesn’t mean we have actual chemistry, you know.”

“Okay, but she’ll probably still be there…maybe this party could be an opportunity for you to create some of that chemistry…” she replies back, nudging your shoulder once again.

Dina was most likely right about that. Abby didn’t seem like much of a party person either, but her best friend Manny sure was. Coincidentally, both Manny and Jesse just happened to be in the same fraternity together, which created a mutual connection between the two of you. And given that both Abby and Manny were on the market right now, chances are that she was going to be at that party too.

But as much as Dina was trying to convince you to go right now, you were trying your best to hold back.

“Well even if I did want to go…I still have a midterm to study for, so I still can’t come,” you said, pointing toward your laptop screen.

Once you turned around, you didn’t see the smirk that was growing on Dina’s face. She was so close to getting you to give in and join this party with her.

You felt the weight of your bed shift as Dina got up and walked around to where she was now standing in front of you. “You can study tomorrow,” she says, closing your laptop shut. “Come on, we’re going to the frat house.”

“But I don’t have a—”

“You can find something in my closet.” she interrupts back, pointing towards her closet. “Now start getting ready, I'm gonna go fix up my hair so we can leave.”

You watch as Dina picks up the set of bunny ears off her bed and walks to the bathroom, the sound of her clicking boots following along with her. After a moment of hesitation, you finally muster up the energy to get off of your bed and walk over to Dina’s closet to pick something out.

Your eyes meet with a crammed closet of clothes once you open the doors of her closet. As a roommate, Dina was one to keep her things organized, but when it came to her clothes, it was like an addiction. Her closet was so packed that if one more hanger were to go inside, you’re convinced that it would probably burst.

Taking a deep breath, you dive into her closet and dig around for her past party costumes, praying you’ll find a good candidate to wear for the party. You’ll have to admit that it's definitely not gonna be an easy task, given that Dina is obsessed with all things tight and revealing when it comes to going out, especially with costumes.

You fish out a few costumes from her closet and bring them over to your bed, spreading them all out to get a good look. At first glimpse of the costumes, you realize that none of these options are a good fit for you, so you try your best to pick the best option through the process of elimination:

Schoolgirl? No…

Nurse? Not really…

Cowgirl? Perhaps…

Mermaid? Absolutely not.

Eventually, you’ve narrowed your choices until there was just one option left: an angel costume.

You pick up the costume off of your bed and take a look at it. The outfit consisted of a white tie front corset top, paired with a white skirt and thigh highs, and topped off with a halo and large feathered wings. Out of all the costumes that Dina had in her collection, you figured that this one would be the most suitable for you.

The bathroom door opens, and you look up to see Dina now fully ready in her Playboy bunny costume. She smiles once she sees the costume in your hands. “That’s a perfect choice, and I even have the shoes to match with it,” she says, pointing at it. You then feel her hands on your hips, motioning you towards the bathroom. “Now go get ready! I don’t wanna miss the party!”

Yeah, this was going to be a long night for you.

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The two of you arrive at the Sigma Chi frat house, and you can already tell how packed it is just by looking at it. Music was blasting, multicolor lights flashing through the windows, and even a group of guys chugging a keg on the front lawn. The sight of it alone was already making you start to feel sick. You’re starting to wish you were back at your dorm now, studying as you were before Dina dragged you to this party. But it was too late to back out now.

You both approach the front door of the house, and Dina rings the bell. A smile soon appears on her face once she sees Jesse answering the door.

“Hey you!” she exclaims, leaning in to give her boyfriend a hug and kiss before pulling away to adjust his hat. Based on the red velvet robe, anchor chain, and captain’s hat, it's clear that Jesse was dressed up as Hugh Hefner to match up with his girlfriend.

Jesse smiles back at her before looking over to you, his eyes slightly widening in surprise. “Wow, I did not expect you to be here too,” he says to you.

Dina looks back at you before looking back at Jesse. “Believe me, you have no idea how much convincing it took me to get her to come join me,” she says to him.

Jesse simply nods in response, his eyes now on the both of you. “Well in that case, welcome to Sigma Chi,” he says, stepping towards the side to allow you two to come in. “Make yourselves at home, there are drinks and food in the kitchen, and whatever you guys do, please don’t fuck with the thermostat…the electric bills in this house are already fucking expensive as it is. But other than that, knock yourselves out.”

As soon as you enter the house, you realize that it is just as chaotic as you saw it from the outside. The night’s just getting started, and you truly have no idea when it’s gonna end.

Before you know it, 20 minutes have passed by, but to you, it feels more like a decade. You were upstairs, sitting on a couch, watching Dina and Jesse play beer pong with another couple. You’ve drank less than half of the Twisted Tea that’s in your hand, simply because you had thought at the time that it was just a regular iced tea when you picked it out of the cooler. The music and lighting were overbearing, and the corset and heels were practically suffocating your chest and feet by now. You wanted nothing more than to leave the frat house and head back to your dorm to rid yourself of this feeling.

But instead, you stand up from the couch, deciding to opt for a different drink from the kitchen downstairs. Before leaving you walk over to Dina and tap her on the shoulder to let her know. “I’m gonna get another drink,” you tell her loudly, hoping she can hear you over the music. Dina looks down at your drink and nods. “Get something stronger next time! I think Jesse has a bottle of Smirnoff in the liquor cabinet!” she shouts back at you.

You simply sigh and walk out of the room, the hard iced tea still in your hand. You look down and watch the liquid sloshing around in the small hole of the can until you bump yourself into a familiar figure.

“Shit!” you mutter quietly, almost spilling your drink. “I’m so sorry, I—“ your words get cut off as soon as you look up to see who you have just run into. “Abby?”

“Hey there,” she said with a smile, looking back down at you. “I didn’t expect to see you at this party…what brings you here?”

“Oh, I um…” you stammer, looking back into the room you had just walked out of before turning back to her. “Dina wouldn’t stop begging me to come so…I’m here.” You tell her.

Abby nodded in response, finally putting the pieces together. “Makes sense, I definitely figured you wouldn’t be a party person, not that it’s a bad thing though.” she tells you. You can’t help but notice her checking you out, her eyes trailing over the angel costume that was tightly hugging your figure. “This costume looks pretty on you,” she says, running her thumb and pointer finger through the large feathered wings that were on your back.

You try your best not to get flustered over her compliment. “Thank you, um…” you take a moment to look at what she was wearing. She had on her usual clothes, dark wash jeans, and a muscle tank, except she had on a backward snapback hat with the fraternity’s emblem printed on it. “Are you…supposed to be a Sigma Chi member?” you ask.

You hear the blonde let out a chuckle before nodding again. “Yeah, um…costumes are never really my thing, so this is really all I can come up with,” she tells you. “Besides, Manny dragged me into coming to this party anyway, so I figured I’d steal something out of it.”

You smile back at her response before letting out a chuckle as well. “Well, it suits you, Abs…” you let out a sigh before continuing. “If I’m being honest, I’m so glad I ran into you…This night has been flying by so slow for me,” you admit to her, briefly looking down at the ground.

That’s when an idea passed through Abby’s mind. However, she needed to know if you were up for it. “I can help it fly by faster, if you'd like…”

You looked back up at her, and you truly couldn’t hide the smirk that was appearing on your face. “Is that so?” you ask her. “What do you have in mind, exactly?”

She doesn’t respond right away, but instead reaches a hand out to you. “How about you come with me?” she offers, smirking back at you.

You hesitate for a moment before soon giving in, leaving your drink at the nearest surface you can find before grabbing her hand and following her. She walks you down the crowded hall before stopping at a door that was on her left, assuming that it might be a bedroom or bathroom. She opens the door with no hesitation, only to be greeted with an angry couple protesting from inside.

“Shit! Sorry!” she exclaimed, quickly closing the door again. She then turns to you and you can’t help but let out a laugh, leading her to shake her head at her poor decision to do that. “Come on, I think there’s another bathroom downstairs.

With your hand still being held by hers, you walk down the stairs with her until you get back to the first level of the frat house. You then feel her hand letting go only to snake itself around your waist, holding you close to her broad build as you both walk through the partying crowds of people. Abby soon stopped at a door that was on her right, this time knocking twice before slowly turning the doorknob to take a peek inside.

You also try to take a look inside to see if it is empty. “All clear?” you ask her.

She nods in response. “All clear.”

You then feel her hand moving over your wings down to the small of your back, motioning you to go inside first before entering herself, closing the door shut, and locking it.

The last bit of patience you had left was now gone the moment you stepped into the bathroom. Once Abby had turned around after locking the door and switching the light on, you grabbed her by her muscle tank and pulled her toward you in a kiss. As soon as the contact hits her, you can feel her lips smirking against yours in the kiss. One of her large hands rests at your waist while the other runs through your hair, causing the plastic halo on your head to fall and clatter on the ground.

You try your best not to trip on your heels as she slowly walks you backward toward the bathroom counter that was by the sink. Her hands that were on your waist and in your hair soon moved down to the back of your thighs, giving you a boost to lift you and sit you down on the counter.

Abby pulls her lips away from yours to get a good look at you, smiling as she does so. Your lips were plump from kissing her, your hair slightly messy from when she was running her hands through it, and your eyes were blown out with lust and desperation for her. “Look at you, my angel…” she murmurs, running a thumb through your lower lip line. “So beautiful for me.

Her hand trails down to the front of your corset top, fingertips landing on the silk ribbon that held it all together. “Is it okay if I untie this?” she asks, holding her eye contact with you.

You nod.

“Words, angel.”

“Please, Abby…” you whisper out to her. To Abby, that response was more than enough for her to start undressing you. The ribbon from your corset begins to loosen, and you instantly feel a wave of relief wash through you. Once the ribbon was undone, Abby then uses both of her hands to loosen the rest of it, just enough to free your tits out.

A whimper escapes from your mouth once you feel Abby’s hands on your breasts, your nipples instantly hardening from her touch alone. “God…such pretty tits…” she murmurs out to you, leaning in to quickly kiss down from your neck to your tits, her mouth latching onto one of them and gently sucking while her hand is gently squeezing the other.

More whimpers and whines escape from your mouth at the contact, followed by your thighs rubbing and clenching together. Abby was quick to notice that, removing her mouth and hands from your tits as a result. She takes off her snapback and tosses it to the ground next to your halo before getting down on her knees in front of you.

Once Abby was kneeling on the ground, that’s when you decide to remove your heels, desperate to get them off of your feet. Abby notices this as well, and catches one of your heels before it fals to the ground. “Leave them on, angel.” she tells you, slipping the heel back on your foot. “You look so fucking sexy in these.”

Normally, you’d just protest about how much they were bothering you and take them off anyway. But you simply oblige to keep them on for Abby’s sake. You were willing to go through it a little longer to stay on her good side. You wanted to be good for her. You wanted to be her angel.

Her hands are now making their way up your thighs, stopping at the bottom hem of your skirt. She then bunches the tight fabric that was hugging your hips before pushing it up, allowing more space for you to spread your legs open for her. Her eyes were now met with your clothed cunt, along with a visible patch seeping out of your white thong. She soon hooks a finger underneath the fabric and shifts it to the side, revealing your wet pussy from underneath it.

The sight of your pussy alone already had her mouth watering. Your slick was glistening under the dim, incandescent light of the bathroom and your tight hole was visibly clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.

“Fuck…” she groaned out quietly as she gently ran two of her fingers over the surface of your cunt, collecting a bit of your slick in the process. “Is this all for me, angel?” she asks, looking up at you.

“M-Mhm…” you whimpered back, nodding quickly. “It’s all for you, Abby, please…”

Abby averts her gaze back down to your pussy, watching as your slick trails itself down to the bathroom counter. She was soon quick to dive her head in and lick an experimental stripe up your pussy to collect your slick on her tongue, achieving the taste of you as she did so.

“My god, angel…you even taste just as heavenly as you look right now,” she mutters out quietly.

Abby wasn’t lying about that. From her perspective, you were truly a sight for sore eyes right now. Legs spread out for her, head thrown back in pleasure with the material of your costume bunched up around your waist and hips to show the parts of you she wanted to see the most, all while your wings remained steady on your back, surrounding your precious figure. You truly looked heavenly in her eyes, and the sounds you were making from her touch sounded just as angelic as you looked right now.

Without delaying any longer, Abby inserts two of her fingers into your pussy, The sudden movement startles you for a bit, before your cunt soon begins to relax around her fingers.

“Look at that, angel…she’s taking my fingers so well…” she murmurs to you, watching as your pussy greedily sucks her fingers further inside. “This pussy is already doing so good for me, baby…I bet you’ve been wanting this for a while now, haven’t you?”

You nod quickly once again. “G-God, yes, Abs…I need you so bad..” you whimper back to her biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning any louder.

Abby notices once again, and brings her free hand up to your bottom lip to free it from the grasp of your teeth. “There’s no need for that, angel…I need to hear those pretty sounds of yours.”

With her fingers still nestling inside your cunt, she brings her mouth to your throbbing clit, gently sucking on it as she slowly pumps her fingers in and out of you.

It didn’t take long for the speed of her fingers to increase. The faster her two fingers pounded into your pussy, the harder her lips would wrap around on your clit, taking away all of the space in between as she continued to suck on it.

As a result of her fast movements, the sounds your body was making in that bathroom were absolutely obscene. Between the wet squelching noises of your pussy and the moans and whimpers that were escaping from your mouth, Abby can’t help but feel so turned on from it, practically rubbing her own thighs together for some relief as she continued to devour your pussy.

Your orgasm quickly began to build itself up inside you, and based on the way your cunt was squeezing Abby’s fingers right now, she could tell you were getting close too.

“A-Abby…I-I think I’m gonna cum…” you whine out to her, both of your hands gripping onto the bathroom counter while your hips begin to involuntarily grind against her face.

“Let it out for me, angel…” she murmurs into your pussy, her movements still refusing to quit. “Take it out on me, baby…fuck my face until you finish, just like that…”

Your hips rut against your mouth a few more times, along with the involuntary movements of your pussy tightly clenching around her fingers and your clit pulsing in her mouth.

You instantly finish into her mouth and onto her fingers with a loud moan of her name, followed by your thighs trembling right after your climax. Thank God that the party’s music from outside was loud enough to keep anyone else from hearing what was going on inside.

Abby soon removed her mouth from your pussy while slowing the pace of her fingers, fucking you through it as you progessively recover from your orgasm. You hear a quiet groan escape from her mouth as she pulls her fingers out of you, watching as your cunt pushes out your thick white release and let it drip its way down to the counter. You watch her do the same movement from before, licking another stripe up your pussy to collect the rest of your release onto her tongue.

Once you were clean, Abby removes each of your legs off of her shoulders and pulls herself away from your pussy, wiping whatever that was smeared on her face with the back of her hand.

Abby then picks herself up off the floor and stands in between your legs to fix up your costume. Once you were all good, she helps you get off of the counter and back on your feet.

You reach over to pick up your halo off of the ground, Abby also doing the same with her snapback. “Thank you again for that, Abby…This definitely made my night.” you tell her, biting your lip again to hide back your smile.

The blonde smiles at you in response. “Of course, angel, its no problem…” she takes a quick breath before continuing. “You know…you can spend the night at my place, if you’d like..” she offers to you, nervously rubbing the back of her head as she does so.

You smile back at her and nod, your eyes beaming at her blue ones. “I would love that, actually.”

Abby then turns the knob and opens the door, revealing the chaotic atmosphere of the party once again. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” she tells you, keeping her hand back around your waist and by her side.

From that point forward, it was safe to say that the rest of that night was anything but slow for the both of you.

- a/n: i’m so sorry if this looks rushed, i really wanted to have this out by today! @ anon if you’re out there i hope you enjoyed it 🙏🏻

happy halloween y’all, stay safe for me tonight 🤍

tags 🏷️: @ourautumn86 @abbyscherry @whore4abby @zombholic @catfern

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dazai-ritualist · 22 days

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Omg ! I didn't think you'd actually respond !! We're gonna fly away from here is easily one of the best ones in the series!! It's so Twisted and disturbing but almost domestic... (Also tysm for including my name idea in your story, Idk where it came from, I just liked it and I appreciate you!) I digress. I've returned with a concept. Al almost always has a plan when he does something. I don't know where you want to go with the second child but this won't be too focused on that one...for now. I really liked how you interpreted Alastor being a weasel and weaseling his way back into the families life and was thinking about how many I wonder about if he has a plan right now, like not a long term one, obviously, but a very specific one for a 'short term'. Women back then, especially in the south weren't allowed to have bank accounts so finicial trapping works well in this case. Also just kinda the ability to turn their kids against her would be enough to terify me. People talk about the 1950's housewife, but oh my god, 1920's housewives were a new kind of depressed. I, personally, don't think Alastor is the type of physically abuse women. No, he's far too classy for that. Instead, like I said, I think he'd either use his status in their house to trap his wife. We were able to run away while we were pregnant and alone, but we have a child now...and would we be willing to leave our child with him? No, I don't think I would, personally. This was just me rambling. K, love u, currently hyperfixated on this au. Byeee !!!! _ Cherry Anon!

DON’T REALLY WANT NO TRUST FUND BABY

[before reading this, read the rest of the story!]

— seems as if alastor found out your little secret

— UR TOO SWEET I SC THIS ON MY IG STORY AND YAPPED TO MY BOY BSF FOR AN HOUR AB IT IM BLUSHING SO HARDDDD!! ABUSE WAS LIT MY LAST SOCIAL STUDIES LESSON FOR THE SCHOOL YEAR MY TCH YAPPED AB FINANCE SO HARD 🤭🤭

being married to alastor, the radio show host is quite the sensation in your town. but, behind the closed curtains, alastor did things that would’ve made lucifer shake in his boots.

no, he didn’t hit you. his mother would kill him if he hit his wife. but, just because alastor never hit you, didn’t mean he didn’t abuse you.

he tormented you in the worst way possible, through noah. and now, emilia.

it’s been 3 years. your little emilia lives up to her name, a cute little girl who’s eager to win. and, little noah is now a big boy, double digits and all.

and, since you’ve returned back to his house, alastor has done nothing but twist your babies’ minds. ‘once upon a time, mama wanted to run away from daddy… so, she ran away and took big brother with her. daddy was sooo worried for mama and big brother though… daddy was able to track mama down, and took her home!’ he cooed to your daughter, bouncing her in his arms— with you right beside him!

you wanted to yell; scream. of course, emilia was too young to understand what alastor was saying. but, still— the fact that he was trying to tell your children that he was some sort of white knight who saved you from yourself. you wanted nothing less, but to snap that neck of his like a twig.

you really shouldn’t act so brashly though. to outsmart alastor, you have to think like him. think of what’s smarter in long run.

alastor was ‘kind’ enough to give you an allowance. $200 every week for groceries and whatever you may need. he’s even so kind as to let you have some ‘private bonding’ with noah and emilia as they accompany you to the farmer’s market.

thankfully, you had a father who wanted to make his little girl survived even without a husband. and so, you had to hear all of his ramblings about finance. saving about 45% each week for 3 years… was about $14,000!

if you saved just a little more, you’d be semi-financially independent until you can get a proper job to take care of your children. it was run-away money, so to speak.

you hid the money in noah’s room. after all, who would expect money there? especially $14,000? and, it worked, for a while. every monday, while you tucked him into bed, you brought the money with you and hid it behind his dresser.

until, what had seemed like a normal tuesday. you came home from the tailor’s, getting back a dress that noah accidentally tore. when you came home, it was only two hours after noon. and despite that, alastor was home.

“a-alastor..! what are you doing home so early? you have a broadcast in 2 hours…” you narrowed your eyes at alastor, on the floor with your children, many new toys surrounding them. “ah, darling! i decided to pick up our children early, and we may have splurged on our little shopping spree…” he smugly grinned. “oh..? where’d you get the money?” you raised your eyebrow, closing the door and laying your bearings on the dining table.

“funniest story ever, my love! there was a random stash of money in noah’s room! seems as if the tooth fairy came early!” he laughed. random stash of money in noah’s room..? “oh. i see.” your breath stopped for a minute, thinking of what kind of consequences could come from it.

“do you have any idea how that money landed there?” he side-eyed you, expecting a lie. “perhaps it was from the old owners? you know this house, there’s so many secrets in here.” you said. “i see… i suppose you are right, darling!” he giggled.

you were back on square one. financially dependent on your husband, if you could even call him ‘husband’. as you climbed up the stairs, you heard alastor whisper to your son. “you see that? momma lied. she got less talkative when papa asked her a question.”

this is what alastor’s been teaching your son. as much as you want to protest, you did lie.

oh, how much you wished for much more simpler times. playing with your baby boy in the kitchen as you make little treats together for his snack at school. and now, the boy alastor’s turning him into— a cunning sociopath, the lord only knows what he will teach your daughter.

this is just a minor setback, it has to be.

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brighttears · 1 year

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hi! back again with another request, i hope that’s ok! if not then totally ignore this. For the request: could we get a jealous reader? Im always seeing Fics where Joel is jealous and would like to see that changed up! Maybe she sees Joel hanging around another woman more his age and she gets insecure, idk it’s totally up to you how it happens. if you do take this request then thank you so much, if it’s not something you’re interested in writing then that’s ok too and thank you for your fics!! <3

Joel Miller x reader

No physical description except for having hair, leaning fem but no pronouns or explicit mentions, no use of y/n

Warnings: age-gap, mentions of sex, drinking, Angst (happy ending), pet names (honey), you have a big fight :,(

Word Count: 1.6k

A/n: omg love this idea. Thank you for the request you’re so sweet and I’m happy to do them !! helps so much with writer's block plus I get to do cool stuff like this lol. This was challenging so I hope it doesn't disappoint :P

P.s. if any of yall’s name is Emily i apologize just replace it with the name of someone you hate lol

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Even from all the way across the bar, you’re burning up, watching the way the woman in front of Joel twirls her hair and flashes her teeth when she laughs over enthusiastically at his jokes. Thankfully his back is to you so you can’t be tortured by whatever his expression—or wherever he’s looking—may be.

Ever since you got to Jackson women have been crowding Joel like he’s the only man on the commune and it’s been driving you up the wall. You want to go over and give Joel a big wet kiss and tell her to fuck off, but you and him have never had a discussion about ‘us’, so you have no real right to claim him. Still, it burns, and that woman, Emily, as you’ve come to learn her name, as Joel’s number one fan, has such a punchable face. A matching burn of the whisky from your glass is welcomed down to your stomach.

When she leans forward, showing off the goods, you can’t stand it anymore, down the dregs of your drink and storm out of the Tipsy Bison. The icy breeze cools you down some but you’re in no way calm once you’re back at the house. Stomping up to your room—you and Joel’s room, you strip your jacket and immediately grab your gun to deep clean. Icey pain drips from your heart down into the crater of lava in your chest and it hisses in your ears.

Sitting at the head of the bed, you’re almost done with the fourth cleaning when Joel’s recognizable stomps sound with the creaking and slam of the front door. You continue to clean, not looking up when he comes in.

“Hey,” he says breathily, innocently.

“Hm. I’m surprised you even came home.” you reply, still not looking up. Still aflame, you keep a mostly even tone but Joel easily catches the pointy edges.

He pauses, then finishes kicking off his boots to straighten up and turn to you, “An’ why’s that?”

“I mean I thought I wouldn't see you until tomorrow morning on your walk of shame from Emily’s house.” you keep your focus on the final wipe down of your gun.

“What?”

“What? Can’t blame me, I saw her eyefucking you. Basically shaking her tits in your face, too. Didn’t stay long though, it was actually kind of fucking gross.”

“Beg your fuckin’ pardon?”

“Oh, don’t act stupid.” you finally meet his gaze, “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. Go fuck whoever you want. I guess it’s none of my business. Would have been nice to know that that was the deal here before we started sharing an actual bed, though.” you go back to overpolishing the metal, trying to act nonchalant, but your chest is full of mud.

“What makes you think I’m goin’ around fuckin’ other women?”

“Well, now that you’ve got the pick of the litter, why settle for me?” you finally place your gun down loudly on the nightstand.

Joel raises his voice in sternness, “What the fuck r’you talkin’ about?”

You take a deep breath through your nose, refusing to let your anger go, but the icey, tight pain is tearing at your heart and you can’t stop it from piercing through your voice when you say, “I just—I just thought it was me, I thought it was me you wanted.”

“What—’course you’re—where’s all this comin’ from?”

You stand to face him and scoff, “Please, you think I don’t see the way the women here have been looking at you? They drool all over you, and you just let them, you throw ‘em a smile.” you voice is teeming with attitude, “Never saying a word to me about it. What is it, are you ashamed of me? I have to be your little secret? I’m just some young—some young…” you stop yourself before you finish a sentence you know you’ll regret, no matter how much you want to stick him with it, but it’s too late.

Joel steps one foot towards you and shoves his finger out, glowering, “Good call not finishin’ that sentence.” he growls, “I don’t know who the fuck you’re talkin’ to though cause it sure as hell ain’t me.”

You pick your fire right back up, “I thought maybe I’d be good enough but there's things I don’t have, huh? Need a woman more your speed? Well, you’re free to let Emily fuck you better, just please don’t bring her back here, okay?” you end it with your voice drenched in sarcasm.

It’s Joel’s turn to scoff now, “What the fuck are you talkin’ about? I don’t give a shit about Emily! I’m not fuckin’ her! Wh—” Joel narrows his eyes, “You tryin’ to say I’m a cheater? Is that it? That's what you think a me?”

“N–no,” you stutter, suddenly realizing that that is what you’re accusing him of.

Near shouting, he continues, “You don’t trust me. That's what this is about.”

“No, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” you move towards him but he steps back.

“How the hell else am I supposed’t take that?”

“I’m just scared.” the confession jumps out of you.

“Scared of what?” he shouts.

“Of you leaving me!” your voice breaks and you choke back the onset of a sob, but Joel loses no venom.

“You’re scared of me leaving? After all this time—after everything, you think I’m—I’d—I don’t want to leave you! Talkin’ to Emily, I was just tryin’ t’be fuckin’ polite, be,” he takes another step towards you, “social, that’s all! You think I can’t talk to women without tryna get in their pants? Is that really the kinda man you think I am? Should I stop talkin’ to Maria, too? Cause I’m such a piece a shit cheater I’m probably tryna get at her, too, huh? My own brother's wife? That’s what you think a me?”

“No,” you nearly scream, hitting your hands to your head to grab at your hair, “that’s not what I mean, that’s not what I’m trying to say!”

“Then what are you trying to say?” He yells back.

Your chest is starting to heave, beginning to be overwhelmed with emotion, but you try to keep it under control, not wanting to break down in the middle of an argument. “I just hate seeing it! I hate seeing the women here fucking crawling all over you like cats in heat and you just fucking take it, like you want it, you want them, not me, now that I’m not the only option, you’ve got all these pretty women just waiting for you to knock on their fucking door, and I was just—just—”

“What, just some young pussy?” Joel snarls.

“No one that mattered! No one special! And all of it was empty, all the words, the sex, the time we shared, I was just a placeholder for a proper woman, cause I’m not good enough, was never good enough for you…” your voice shatters as the whirling in your head and heart overcomes you and you step back until the back of your knees hit the bed, then flump down and put your head in your hands, trying not to sob.

Instinctually, Joel comes to kneel before you, his anger beginning to melt away when his attention shifts to you in pain. He takes your wrists to uncover your face, saying nothing, only focusing your eyes and his, now gentle, as you continue to try to control your jumping breaths. After a few moments of you unsuccessfully calming yourself, Joel moves his hand to stroke your cheek, over the side of your face, into your hair. When your breathing has calmed some, he looks over your face and wipes away the few escaped tears. “I hate it when you cry but you look so pretty when you do.” he tells you, soft and quiet, pulling a small laugh out of you. Once your inhales and exhales are at an even pace, he speaks up again, with a soothing tone, “Okay. Now I’ve calmed down, n’ you’ve calmed down.” he takes a deep breath and you do with him, like you’ve learned to, before he continues, “I know all a that was just outta anger. N’ we’re just not at an understandin’ here… Honey I’m in love with you.”

His words make you take a deep, post-cry shuddering breath. Remembering you have to say something back, you whisper, “I’m in love with you, too.”

After a few silent but full moments with Joel stealing glances at your lips, he asks, “Can I kiss you?”

You nod your head as you’re already leaning in as a response. Your lips essentially smash together, want igniting in both of you. You lean forward until he’s on the floor and you’re sitting on top of him, both hands holding his face while one of his clutches your hip and the other slides over your jaw and into your hair. Then Joel pushes you up and onto the bed, nosing into your neck from above you, sticking wet kisses all up and down it while your hands tangle in his hair. He slows and drags kisses back up to your mouth. Sounding drunk, Joel finds time between your mouths to say “Don’ want no one else.”

Between kisses you continue to converse, “So can I punch Emily in the face?”

“Mmm, I don't think Maria would like that very much. Why don’tcha just give me a big sloppy kiss next time she won't leave me th' fuck alone?”

“I can do that. Can we hold hands?”

“Yeah we can do that. Can I squeeze yer ass?”

“Only when someone’s looking. You can do it when they're not either but I would prefer if you did it while you know one of those alley cat’s watchin’.”

“Mhm. Every time. Let em’ all know.”

“You know, you’re gonna have a lot less friends once I scare all of them away.”

“Fuckin’ fine by me. I got everyone I need already.”

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https-florals · 1 year

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Hi! Sorry for the late reply, but my requests was maybe boot riding with JJ? If you know what that is! Because he has those one shiny rubber looking boots that make me go crazy

ooh hehehehe i think i like this!!! i honestly did not know what this was and had to go on a little ao3 deep dive so im hoping this is what you wanted!! (also i am SO SORRY this took so long omg) 18+!!

note: fluff then smut!! cursing, jj being a dork at the beginning, but then being a SLUT! i heart slutty men. obviously boot riding, lil unsanitary but whatever, oral m receiving. i went kind of a funny little beginning route with this cause i wasn't real sure how to like transition into it and i don't even know if it really works but!! oh well

your favorite part of jj's wardrobe is his boots. you don't have a damn clue what it is about that beat up pair of timberlands, but they're so very attractive on him. on the rare occasion that he cleans them, you're the first to know.

he's walking into your room, grinning all proud. "good as new." the leather shines, worn but finally clean, a little bit of life back into them.

"they look great, baby!" you tell him as he leans over to kiss you. he smells like boot cleaner and the cologne you saved up to buy him. jj plops onto the couch next to you, stretching his legs out to admire his handiwork a little longer.

"sexy ass pair of boots," he says to himself, and he catches you murmuring in agreement. "you think my boots are sexy?" he asks, all faux innocence as his hand spans your thigh.

"i think you're sexy," you answer as you close the book you're reading.

he shakes his head. "not what i asked."

sighing, you raise your eyebrows and give him a disapproving look. "what are you asking then, maybank?"

"would you fuck me if i had the boots on?" when your expression turns more quizzical, he backtracks. "like, just boots on. titanic style, except that big necklace is my boots. would you find it hot enough to fuck me?"

"all you ever think about is sex!" you gasp, hitting him playfully with your book. "and what the hell are you talking about?" you're laughing now. "i think i'd rather you have boots on while we’re fucking. you think i wanna see your nasty feet?" as you giggle, jj pulls you into his lap and peppers a hundred little kisses along your neck and jawline, making you squirm and giggle even more.

"so you'd be down?"

"i'd be down, j."

the next day it's just the two of you in the chateau, and you're holed up in the guest room, scrolling on your phone. you're wrapped up in a tshirt of jj's, and nothing else on this hot summer day. there's a knock on your door, and you don't look up as you invite whoever it is inside your room. you just know it's jj, and as you stare at some tiktok about a new hbo show, he clears his throat impatiently.

"what?" you're confused as to why he's not talking or coming to flop on top of you. "why are you- oh." you look up.

jj, your lovable, odd, incredibly bold boyfriend is standing completely naked in front of you- naked save a pair of black socks and clean boots, laced up tight and looking good as ever.

he grins, and laughs a little crazily as your jaw drops in pure shock. he still doesn't say anything, but rather lets you sit back and admire him.

and believe me, that you do. you stare at the muscles of his shoulders and stomach, how thick his thighs are. the dark dirty blond patch of hair just south of his abs. you watch him get hard, just off of the way your eyes are raking over him. "happy to see me?" you laugh as you drop your phone.

he blushes a little, like he's not standing bare-ass naked in front of you. "always."

you get up and practically skip over to him. when you wrap your arms around him and his hands travel to your ass, he breathes in quick at the skin to skin contact, eternally grateful for the lack of panties. his breath is even quicker when your hand slips over him. he lets out a little groan.

“what do you want, baby?” you ask.

he exhales hard, pushing into your hand. “want your mouth on me, please,” he’s pleading, and how can you say no when jj’s looking so pretty?

he doesn’t stop kissing you as you force him backward, pushing him into your chair. he huffs, a little angry when you pull away, but when you settle between his legs, he’s not whining anymore. well, whining for separate reasons.

you lay just the sweetest, most innocent little kiss on the tip of his cock and can't help but giggle when he gasps.

"baby, baby, baby," tumbles past his lips when you take him in your mouth. jj's hand wraps in your hair, letting you set your own pace, and slowly matching it. when you look up at him, a hint of smile in your gaze, jj feels like his chest is going to explode. he whimpers, his hand moving from the back of your head to your cheek. his thumb brushes a string of saliva off your chin, pushing a bit to hit the back of your throat.

warmth is pooling between your legs, practically unbearable as you watch jj. a vein in his neck pulses when his head tilts back, and your pussy seems to throb simultaneously with his jugular.

your hand leaves its place on his thigh and dips between your legs, a finger swiping up your seam and-

jj kicks your hand away.

you pull off him so fast that you practically give yourself whiplash. "jj! what the fuck!"

he's shushing you, hand on the back of your head. "come on, baby, just finish one job. alright?"

you whine, but go back to tracing his cock with your tongue anyways.

his boot wedges it's way between your legs, ruining the way you're pressing them together. jj can feel the vibrations in your throat of your protest.

the hard rubber sole scrapes against the inside of your thigh and your breathing hitches. the toe of his boot just brushes your folds, and before you can even think about what you're doing, you push yourself down against the leather.

"atta girl," he says, voice low and rough. jj moves his foot as you begin to rock onto the boot, matching the way your hips tilt and press. “fuck me, taking it so good.”

jj doesn't think he's ever been more turned on in his life. his beautiful girl, hair messy and lips swollen, a few tears running down your cheeks as you suck him off. crying as you make a mess all over his favorite pair of timberlands. "shit, m'gonna come," he cries, proving his word when his cock twitches hard. you get a little sloppier, thumb tucked in a fist to fight off your gag reflex as he hits the back of your throat, again, again.

he's practically sobbing when he comes, the thick liquid coating your throat as you swallow quick. you turn your full attention to getting yourself off, tilting your head back and letting a stream of curses fall past your lips as you grind your clit against the hard toe of his boot. your fingers dig into the flesh of his thighs, keeping yourself steady as the knot in your stomach winds tighter, and tighter.

he’s still catching his breath, but he’s already half-hard again, and he palms himself as you ride his boot. the little hiss he makes is proof he’s still a little too sensitive. “shit baby, look at you,” he groans, and starts to pull you up but you smack his thigh.

“don’t fucking move,” you snap, the toe of his boot hitting your clit so perfectly as you grind into it. “i’m so close, jj, and i swear to god if you ruin my orgasm, i’ll cut your dick off.”

his eyes go wide at your words, and he instinctively covers his cock (which is already throbbing again). jj strokes his cock once, then twice, then faster as you bounce yourself against his timberland.

“look at you, making a mess all over my boots. i just fucking cleaned ‘em, mama.” he angles his foot a little more up.

you cry, the threads at the edge of your orgasm starting to fray. “jj, please-“

“perfect little slut,” he whines, as you grip his knees and start to tip over the edge.

your orgasm hits you like a truck, jj pushing his boot up to hit the much-too sensitive bundle of nerves before your legs close instinctively. he cums all over his hand a few seconds later.

he’s wrinkling his nose and wiping his hand off on the side of your tshirt as you stand, a little shaky.

“i think that was possibly the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me,” he comments as you fall into his lap.

“that why you came so fast the second time?” you smile, pressing a kiss to his jawline.

he blows a raspberry against your neck, and then kicks up his foot to look at the mess on his boot.

“damn.” there’s your slick, practically running off in droplets. “polished it up real nice,” jj laughs.

your cheeks tint a little red, but you’re grinning. “maybe i should make a shoe shine business.”

“absolutely not.”

you’re both laughing your asses off when you hear the screen door of the chateau smack open, and john b yell, “get your clothes on, assholes! We’re back!”

you finally both stumble out, a little disheveled, but with no stains visible. except for the glaring, still-damp sheen on the toe of jj’s boot.

you act like nothing’s going on as you enter the kitchen with the girls, but that doesn’t stop you from overhearing.

“dude, you clean your boots?” pope asks, his voice carrying from the living room.

“only one of ‘em,” john b answers. “look man, that one’s super shiny and the other is just… not.”

you choke back a laugh when jj answers, acting all surprised. “shit, man, i got distracted and only did one! babe!” he calls you, and you yell back.

“yeah?”

you can hear the laughter in his voice when he says, “need your help polishin’ this other boot!”

everyone’s a little confused when you both dissolve into a fit of giggles.

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hugejk · 4 months

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Hiiiii! I really like your writing and I wondered if u would like too write a story about going skiing or skating with pablo but he isn’t the best so reader have to help him and all and it’s all just very cute and fluffy ❤️❤️❤️

i live in a snowy state so this is literally perfect omg 😚

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“amor im cold. I don’t like it here.” pablo complained as you were visiting your family for the holidays. They lived far from barcelona so you didn’t really talk to them a lot.

“what are you talking about? this is the perfect weather” you stated, you’ve lived there for most of your life before moving to barcelona for school. You were used to this kind of weather.

“i’ve lived in spain my whole life i’m used to the sun amor. It’s too cold here i don’t know how you lived here.” he said with a stern tone as he didn’t like the cold (clearly.)

“well that’s too bad, we’re going skiiing today with my family…” you said. You looked at pablo as he was staring at you with disbelief.

“your joking right?” he said with disappointment.

“no i’m not, it’s something new and you might like it pablo.” you said.

On your way to the skiing resort pablo had his arms crossed giving you the silent treatment like a child.

And once you guys arrived it wasn’t any better. He was so moody and annoyed with the snow. But you knew this would be hilarious seeing him try and ski.

Though, you’ve never skied before. As long as you lived here your parents never really thought about skiing, they hated the cold too. So they never really took you and your sibling skiing.

You checked in to get your gear and all that stuff. Pablo still annoyed because there was snow in his boots, it was too cold, and he just wanted to relax in the warm house you rented for the month.

You looked over to him and gave him a small peck on the cheek, hoping that would get him out his mood.

*time skip because i’m too lazy to write all that*

As you and pablo got to the top of the snowy hill you could see him getting scared. You knew some stuff about skiing as your childhood friend had taught you but never took you. So you had to explain the basics.

“Okay, pizza to slow down, french fries to go faster. Got it?” you said to him demonstrating with your hands.

“no.”

you sighed as he was being difficult but you didn’t want to scare him even more by being aggressive. You explained more in depth this time.

“Okay, so when you want to slow down, you put your feet in a triangle position. Like a slice of pizza. Then when you want to go faster, make your skis straight, like french fries.” you said

“but not all french fries are straight…” he said quietly, but you still heard it.

“pablo i swear to the heavens above just ski down the hill with me already.” you said slightly annoyed as he has not been cooperating this entire time.

“i’m just…a little scared…” he said softly.

“you have the snow to impact your fall pablo, you’ve gone head first just to get the ball back which it probably more dangerous than this small hill.” You said.

You grabbed his hand and started slowly moving, going down the hill.

“remember, pizza, french fries.” you said softly.

Pablo, being the little shit he is decided to make you guys for faster, which you didn’t expect from him as he was just shaking from thinking about going down.

“PABLO-“ you screamed.

You let go of his hand to slow yourself down, seeing him go down fast, and easily stopping at the end of the hill. Once you got your confidence back, you went down after him.

When you got down all you saw was him laughing at you.

“not funny! i was scared- i thought you were scared? what happened- why did you do that-“ you kept cutting yourself off, until he cut you off with a quick kiss.

“i don’t know what happened, i just wanted to go fast all of a sud-“ you cut him off with a longer, more passionate kiss.

“i hate you.”

“i love you too..”

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A/N: i really loves this idea especially because i’m really used to know, also i don’t know anything about skiing. And i’m glad you enjoyed the writings 🫶🏽🫶🏽

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hunbun03 · 10 months

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There is no market for this character I KNOW but he's been living in me and my friend's brain rent free sooo heres a fic <3 also hes very pretty look at him

words: 5k n a half so a 20 minute read <3

ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʟ <3

Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies blood death in general, hard sex, teasing, VERY SACRILEGIOUS OMG I DONT KNOW WHAT CAME OVER ME, afab reader, feminine pet names, reader had boobs and a puss. Degradation, praise. edited but still sucks so bad omg im embarrassed.

ℕ𝕆 𝔹𝕌𝕃𝕃𝔼𝕋 𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋 𝕁𝕌𝕊𝕋 𝕊𝕄𝕌𝕋

Stained glass laid out in bits and pieces, swallowing up most of the floor. It crunched underneath The Collector's boots as he walked through the carnage, slain demons and your fallen comrades both joined together now in blood and guts. All of it splattered along the motel’s walls and painted the ceiling. The greens and reds pooled together and dripped down. A horrendous sight for you but for him: it was what he’s been waiting for these last hundred-something years. He stopped and knelt before Brayker’s body. It was beaten, crumpled, and bloody. The hole in the chest, blood there was thick and lathered around like someone took a butterknife of jam to toast. A rather large smirk split his lips apart, he poked one of the exposed rib bones.

“I told you this would happen, Honey.” His voice rang out, bouncing along the walls, and a chuckle soon followed. “I was right wasn’t I?”

He stood up, brushing his finger off on his slacks.

“It’s okay sweetheart~”

You stayed still, jaw clenched tight, teeth digging so far into each other that they threatened to snap. The key was clutched in your right hand over your heart. You overfilled it some, splattering you with the holy blood. It dripped between your breasts. Footsteps passed over your hiding spot- pressed against the wall amidst the heavy curtains.

“That offer still stands. Hell, I’ll only add more!” He kicked at the dust bunnies while he paced around the attic floor. He knew you were here, he could smell you in the air. He walked past you once more, now going in circles. Stepping over Brayker each time.

“Ya know I had a feeling about you Y/N. Y/N, such a pretty name, isn’t it?” He stopped pacing. He was facing the broken window, looking out into the night sky. “A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

He turned on his heels to face you- hidden in the thick curtains, soaked with fear and with the stars burnt into your hand still itching. You held the key tighter. You held your breath longer. You felt his stare but prayed that he would ignore you. The amens fell flat when he inched closer, his footsteps thrumming in your ears.

“Y/N we can do this the easy way where you show yourself or..” He trailed off and took another step. Your breath hitched, your body trembled when air filled your lungs. Cockiness lit up his face as he tilted his head back at the slight noise. He almost didn’t hear it but was glad that he did. He revelled in it. How delicious it was. How breathy it was. How fearful it was sent a throb through his cock. Something you've been doing to him the entire night. Whenever he first walked through the motel’s door and laid eyes on you- unlocked something deep within him, whether it was L-O-V-E or lust didn't matter one bit. He saved you last for a reason. You never eat dessert before dinner, do you?

A hand of yours pulled back the curtain to reveal yourself, holding the key to your chest tight like an old woman clutching her pearls. You didn’t let him finish the threat. You stood there, quiet but shaking as your eyes met with his. The Collector grinned wide and you watched his gaze go elsewhere, drinking your body in. He studied your face then down your neck, shoulders and finally your chest- Where Brayker’s blood pooled and dripped down your cleavage. He followed the dried trail until your white tank top stopped him, that’ll be fixed soon if he had anything to do with it. His eyes moved over to the key next. The entire reason he was here. The thing he spent a hundred years chasing.

His attention was pulled right back to you when through chattering teeth you spoke up. “The offer earlier…? Does it… Can I?”

He brought his eyes to meet with yours and there they stayed, his grin never leaving his face. He closed the distance between you two by gently pushing you against the wall, his arms above your head. You never noticed how tall he was and how nice he smelt.

“Can I? Does it?” He chuckled, tilting his head with each word. Still, his eyes focused on yours. “Come on, use your words, I know you can.”

You swallowed a breath you held in your mouth. You were too scared to break eye-contact and he liked it that way. “Can I take the deal?”

“Oh pretty girl I wanna give you more than just the deal~” He said, his willpower was fading faster by the second. He couldn’t break yet especially when he was so close to his reward. He leaned closer to you. There he stayed, staring into your eyes for a few seconds more before he moved his face into the crook of your neck. The scent of you drove him utterly insane.

“All you have to do is hand over that little key~ Dump all that nasty blood out.” he spoke into the skin of your neck. Not yet marked. Not yet tainted. He could taste the built up desire on his tongue. All he allowed himself to do was press his lips on your skin twice. He could feel your heartbeat thumping. The small taste of you made his mouth water. He would give anything to rid of this facade, to fully take and ruin you but he held firm. He wanted you to want him, he wanted you to beg and so he’ll wait like a dog until you do so..

“No.”

The collector was taken aback. He pulled away, looking back into your eyes. His lips pulled into a small frown and his eyebrows knitted together. “No?”

“No.” You were firm with your words, “You could trick me.”

The Collector huffed as he straightened up and his gaze turned elsewhere, landing on Brayker’s body. “Smart girl. I won’t tamper with the deal, you have my word.”

“I’ll be yours, right? I’ll stay human… right?”

The Collector nodded. He wasn’t sure which head he was thinking with right now but his eyes never glanced back to the key, instead he focused on your neck. Right where he laid those two kisses. The way your skin felt on his lips will forever be burned in his mind. He was focused on the thought of you taking the deal. The facade crumbled down further when your grip loosened on the key, his eyes flicked back to yours.

“Yes of course Y/N… Is that a deal?”

“I get to keep the key.”

“For now but after our little affair, you hand that over.” He smiled.

With the lens of fear gone, you were finally able to take him in for what he was: A desperate mess of a man with his nice dress shirt halfway undone exposing his chest. His eyes never left your face while yours took in his form. He was pretty, you thought that when you first saw him and up until he put a hole in one of the officer’s heads. Now? Well, you still find him pretty.

“Deal.” Your voice wasn’t as shaky as it was before.

The Collector relaxed his body. That was all he needed to hear, he will get the begging out of you later but for now all he wanted was to touch you, to sink his teeth in. He pulled you against his body by your arm that wasn’t currently holding the key. The key was the least of his worries. He didn’t break his focus when you tossed it over to Brayker, it landed on his lap. He grabbed your other arm now free of the thing that could kill him and pulled both up above your head, pinning the wrists to the wall. The Collector’s lips found their way back to your neck, kissing it lightly. He treated you like prized crystal, scared that you might break- He’ll save that for later.

“See Y/N how easy it was to give into me~ We both wanted this.” His lips traveled to the underside of your jaw while you focused on anything other than Brayker hunched over in the corner. Lifeless but there was an air of disappointment around him still. You clenched your teeth tight and tried to focus on the feeling of the demon’s lips on your skin, his teeth nipping the place where your heart beat the strongest.

“Do I make you nervous?” He spoke, his breath hot against the newly marked flesh. You didn’t answer as your eyes found their way back to Brayker’s corpse.

“Does…” He cleared his throat. “Brayker make you nervous?

“I mean.. It feels...”

“Sacrilegious? Blasphemous? what ?” He whispered in between the many kisses along the most prominent vein you had.

“Wrong… I mean can we like….not do it in front of a corpse?”

“Baby… The whole motel is stuffed full of them-” He laughed a bit, his mouth leaving your neck as he pulled away to look at you again. He couldn’t get enough of how pretty you were. The grin on his face was prominent. His eyes looked you up and down but they always found their way back to the forming hickeys on your neck, he laughed. “But for you.. I’ll do anything.”

Right before you the room changed from the tiny attic space with an ashamed Brayker inside to a room you’ve been in before. The one you woke up in this morning, the cheap blankets messily pushed to one side, the pillows flattened, and clothes sprawled all over the floor. The moon slipping in through the opened window provided the only light source. It was also the same room where he first proposed the deal.

“Better?”

“Cozy” You said with a soft smile on your face.

He chuckled at your response as his hands traveled down your body outlining your waist but your hips is where he stopped, his grip tightened there. He licked his lips, “Good, I want you to enjoy this.”

“I will.”

His hands squeezed your hips hard before they continued down, passing your ass but stopping once more on your upper thighs. He grabbed greedy handfuls and lifted you up. He moved you to where he wanted so easily like you weighed nothing. He tossed you onto your unmade bed and then by the bend of your legs he pulled you to the edge. You watched him fall to his knees before you, his eyes roaming your body. If he was to ever pray, Lord knows that you would be in them.

He was damned, but the taste of your cunt would be the closest thing to god he would ever reach.

“You’re so pretty like this” The words dripped like honey off of his lips. He easily pulled your shorts down and off of you, tossing them on the floor behind him. He looks down, your thighs pressed together to hide the one thing he’s been craving this whole night, he chuckled, “I keep repeating myself huh~”

“Yeah.” You said, voice shaking as the nerves finally hit you. The way he looked up at you, the grin on his face as wide as ever made the butterflies in your stomach flutter. You pressed your thighs tighter now.

“Shy?” He asked, rubbing circles into the handprint shaped bruises he left. He enjoyed how soft your skin was. “You weren’t that shy earlier. What happened baby?”

“Well it’s just that-”

“Never had a man before?” His hands gently made their way up your legs.

“No.. uh I have.”

“Sex before marriage? Demon knight’s are accepting everyone now huh. “ He teased, his hands found their way up to your knees where he pried your legs apart. The collector's eyes landed right on your pussy, the pair of panties you had on were ruined by a wet spot. He licked his lips, grin growing wider.

He looked back up to see your face buried in both hands, he laughed, “I barely touched you Y/N”

“Shut up.” Your voice is muffled.

“You want me to shut up, why? Look what only my voice does to your panties. It soaked you completely sweetheart.” He leaned down, his teeth and lips gently brushing along your inner thigh. You peered through your middle and index finger to watch him go lower and that’s where he stopped: You felt his smile against your skin, “I barely touched you YN”

The embarrassment sent a throb through your pussy. You hated the fact that he was right.

“I drive you crazy huh? I'm now touching you like this and you’re throbbing! Your little pussy just can’t take it huh.” his voice was low. “I can’t wait to see what happens when I fuck it.”

He leaned in closer to your covered cunt. He thought the smell of your skin was divine but this was something else entirely. He wouldn’t hold himself back anymore, opening his mouth his tongue giving the wet spot one long lick. He moaned along with you, savoring the taste on his tongue, lips and teeth. He groaned once more and prayed that it would stay.

He needed the taste of you fully engulfing his senses so his hands made quick work of the thing blocking it; tearing off your panties and tossing them elsewhere. You watched through your fingers as he buried his mouth into your pussy. He looked up at you through half-lidded eyes as his tongue swirled around your clit, his hands gripping the meatiest part of your thighs.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned, desperately trying to buck your hips but he held you right against his mouth. There he savored each and every part of your pussy.

He groaned into your cunt openly, the taste of you was worth these hundred years. The pathetic noises from you made his grip tightened on your thighs. He moved your cunt up and down on his expert mouth and he watched how you squirmed.

Your hands fell to either side of you, digging your nails into the sheets. “Fuck! Oh god fuck! God, I’m gonna cum!”

With a low chuckle he pulled away, looking up at you with a wicked grin. A loud moan left your throat as two of his thick fingers filled your needy hole.

“I’m your god now sweetheart~” He worked his fingers against every sweet spot you had, the butt of his palm digging into your throbbing clit. He watched your needy and pathetic thrusts to get his fingers deeper in you.

“No use praying to something other than me.” He kissed your twitching inner thighs as his fingers grew rougher, fucking hard into your g-spot. The knot in your stomach grew tighter with every kiss and bite he littered on your thigh. He could feel how close you were on his fingers, how you squeezed them tight.

He smiled, “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

He felt the muscles in your thighs tensed up under his lips first then the gush of your pussy slicking his fingers. He looked up at you with your eyes rolled back, your hips bucking as you rode out the highest wave of your orgasm.

“Good girl.” He slowly pulled his fingers out leaving you empty for now. “You did so good.”

He gently lifted you up and stood with you in his arms, holding you close. His lips found their way back to your neck, covering the harsh bites with gentle pecks. You both stayed like that until you calmed down from your high then he sat you down on the floor close to the edge of the bed.

“I made you feel really good didn’t I Y/N?” The collector sat in front of you propped up on his elbows, his legs spread and his dress pants tight. He tilted his head looking down at you, '`Do you want to make me feel that good?’

You swallowed hard as your eyes met with his. ”Yes.”

“Then you know what you have to do, pretty girl.”

You locked eyes with him as your hands traveled his legs, starting at his calves first. The dress pants were soft and gave you no trouble on the journey up. You felt how muscular he was through them, passing his knees and now going up his thighs. The smile on his face widened and twisted into a grin the closer you got to his throbbing cock, his mouth water seeing your head following close behind. He raised his hand to stop you however seeing yours reaching for the zipper.

“It would be a waste if you do it with your hands.” He said, pushing his hips up a little. “Do it with your mouth.

The familiar heat rushed to your face once more as your hands stopped at his upper thighs. You didn’t know which was more embarrassing- A demon getting you this worked up or the fact that you were now leaning down, following his command like a puppy. Your lips wrapped around the metal zipper and your teeth pinched it. A hand of his wrapped itself up in your hair, keeping a good hold of your head.

“That’s it, beautiful.”

The sound of the zipper broke the silence between you two, his hand guiding and making you go the slow pace he decided. The collector wanted to sit in this moment longer, he reveled in how he had a demon knight on their knees before him. However you reached the end and spat the metal tag out. You raised your head to look up at him, a hint of a smile on your lips.

“It’s not gonna take itself out” He chuckled, his thumb stroking your forehead while his other fingers tangled in your hair. “Come on now.”

“Stop ordering me around.” You murmured, as your dominant hand slipped into the opening of his pants and boxers. It wrapped around the base of his cock and gently pulled it out: It stood tall, hard and throbbing. Maybe the biggest one you’ve ever seen, not that you were that experienced.

“I will when you stop liking it.” He playfully snapped back, watching you holding it up by the base, cheeks heating up to a beet red and your mouth hung open. It all sent a throb to his cock but the wait drove him insane.

“Are you just going to stare or do I have to force you, pretty girl.” His tone was harsh, tightening the grip he had on your hair.

“Yes sir.” You lowered your head, your tongue poked out of your mouth and gave him a long slow lick to the mushroom head. The sound that left his body was delicious: A soft breathy groan. You almost didn’t hear it at first but now that you did, you needed to pull more sounds out of him. More licks were given to the tip, your tongue trailing along the slit. The sounds coming out of him were pathetic and you wondered how long it had been for him. He lifted his hips, wanting to dip into your mouth for only a second but despite the tight hole he had on your hair- You were in control for now at least.

“Oh fuck~” He spoke inbetween the hot and heavy breaths he was taking. Another groan pushed through them as you gave another lick to his slit.

You licked your lips before giving wet kisses along the side of his cock. He leaned his head back, the sight of you would be enough to last him another hundred years. He sounded more desperate than he would like to admit but your mouth was heavenly. The extra spit made his cock shine as you made you work back up to his tip. Another groan pushed out of his throat as finally your soft mouth wrapped around his cock. You took him in deeper at your own pace but paused halfway through: Drool dripped down the side of his shaft and pooled at the base of his shaft.

“You’re doing so good, baby. C’mon just a little more~” He moaned, lifting his head to see you drooling on his cock. The sight of it was almost better than the feeling. He then pushed his hips up making the tip hit the back of your throat. You gagged, your mouth constricted on him.

“I will make you take it all, princess.” He groaned.

You collected yourself briefly before trying to take him in deeper again. The hand of the back of your head pushed down and you gagged again, his cock thumping the back of your throat. He grunted, his hips bucking a little impatiently.

“You know you’re gonna take all of me right Y/N?” he grunted out through clenched teeth. It felt great with him halfway down your throat but no, he needed more. He needed to have you gagging and tearing up on his too big of a cock. If this was just a one night thing- he was gonna use all of you. As much as you can or can’t handle. Eventually he began to slide his cock deeper into your throat with you gagging the entire way.

“That’s it baby girl~” He leaned his head back. “Swallow this thick fucking cock.”

You followed his orders to the best of your current situation, swallowing around his cock. You felt it throb in your mouth and his legs buckled. He pulled your head up so he could look at your face.

“Look at you~” He smiled. “You’re doing so good for me. Such a good girl.”

He pushed your head back down, your throat opening wide for him. Tears brimmed your eyes as he pushed the last few inches deeper, your nose buried deep in his pubic hair. He held you there, groaning lightly. Your throat wrapped tightly around him. This had to be what heaven was. He pulled your head off of his cock, strings of salvia connecting your mouth to it.You took in greedy breaths of fresh air but as fast as you were pulled off of it: You were back with your nose pressed right against his groin, throat filled with his cock, and you felt it throb against your tongue.

“Fuck~”

He thrusted deeply into your mouth and all you could do was take it. Cold tears spilled down your hot cheeks. He moaned loud, his hold on your head only tightened the longer he went on.

“Fuck oh fuck! A little more baby. You can do that, can you?” You could only let out a choked out moan in response, it barely resembled any English but it was enough of a yes for him, “Atta girl.”

His thrusts became sloppy until he held you right against his groin. The deep moans turned into animalistic sounds resembling the lesser demons from before. His cum flooded your throat, coating it in white. He kept you there, until every drop was in your mouth.

“Swallow all of it.” He ordered, looking down at you. A pretty sight with your eyes watering, face flushed and all of his big cock firmly down your throat. “All of it.”

“Mhm!” You swallowed around his cock the best you could. He pulled your head off of it slowly, taking in how much drool you covered it in, how you were swallowing every last drop of him. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show it was empty. His hand left your hair and tilted your chin up. You were so pretty like this- ruined.

He closed the distance between you both, his tongue filled up your mouth. The kiss was slow and gentle, taking his time with you. He gently lifted you up once more, his hands squeezing your sides and he placed you on his lap. He pulled away from the kiss, grinning. A thin strand of spit connecting your mouths, “You’re such a good girl for me.”

You didn’t answer, still catching your breath from earlier. The collector’s hand traveled up your neck and through your hair. He got a good grip and jerked your head back to make you face the ceiling. His lips, teeth, and tongue attacked your neck, over the same marking he’s already made. Meanwhile he manhandled your body, leaving his hand and fingerprints into your soft skin but one found its place digging into the fat of your hip. His free hand however reached down, lining his cock with your entrance. He buried all of his impressive length deep into your pussy, stifling his groans with the marked flesh in his mouth. You felt divine.

“Oh fuck!” you moaned, hunched over him. The lethal grip on your hips kept you up. He lifted your body and slammed it back down, bottoming you out. His cock reached the deepest part of you, hitting that little bundle of nerves that made you see stars. The squeal that left your lips made him hit it again and again.

“That’s it baby.” He said through gritted teeth, trying to hold back moans and grunts. “Take my fucking cock.”

You couldn’t think straight as he forced you up and down his cock, his tip pounding into your g-spot each time. Your mouth was opening and drool was slowly dribbling out, landing on his chest.

“Such a good girl~ Letting the demon fuck your innocent little cunt.” He teased, “What would Brayker say? Seeing his precious little Demon Knight getting fucked like a worthless slut?”

Leaning back, he started thrusting up into you now and watching you hold yourself up by two hands on his chest. His thrusts were brutal. Every slam to your little spot made the knot in your stomach tighter. Your nerves felt like they were lit on fire, and you weren't sure how you were able to hold on this long and neither did he.

“But such a pretty slut~ with a pretty little pussy~” He cooed, one of his hands left your hips and placed itself on your stomach: his thumb rubbing your clit in circles. He laughed seeing your body twitch and twist around, the knot tighter and tighter. “Is my little demon knight gonna cum?”

He rubbed a little rougher but it was nothing compared to his thrusts. He kept that brutal pace, your g-spot getting abused. “Go ahead sweetheart. Go on and cum for me.” He ordered, a smile stretching his lips wide.

Another brutal smack made you see white. The knot bursting and all of the muscles in your body twitching. A scream ripped out of your throat as you fell on his chest, your body shaking while it tried to recover from the intense high. You didn’t see it. Hell, you didn’t even feel it but the amount of juices covering both you and him was embarrassing. The collector slowed down his thrusts. He didn’t want you to pass out at least, not yet.

He buried his face in hair, now whispering praises into it, “Good job baby. That was a lot huh~ You did so well handling it to the pretty girl.”

He was inhaling the smell of your sweat mixed with the conditioner you used, your perfume and now your cum. He couldn’t get enough of the scent, it drove him wild. He stayed still while you rode out your high.

“Nod your head baby if you’re okay, can you do that for me?” He didn’t raise his voice beyond a whisper, pulling his head back to watch your face.

You found enough strength to nod and that was all he needed: flipping you both over so now you were on your back, your legs now resting on his broad shoulders. He smiled down at you, “Good girl~ You follow orders so well.”

You looked so pretty like this: breathing heavy, skin flushed a light pink and covered in his marks. He wanted to push you further.

“I’m going to put the fear of god in you, pretty-girl.” He chuckled.

Your body twitched at the threat, staring up at him through half lidded eyes. He slowly kept pumping into your sensitive cunt. “Did I fuck my little baby speechless?”

You opened your mouth to speak but with another rock of his hips it melted into a long moan. His calloused hands roamed and worshiped your overwhelmed body: One finding itself wrapped around your neck, squeezing hard enough to make your head fuzzy. The other hand supported his weight while he loomed over you, grin as wide as ever.

“Can you speak for me, pretty girl? C’mon speak.” He gave an encouraging nod with each word, eyes studying your face. You opened your mouth and the start of a sentence turned into a slurred mess of words while the hand on your neck squeezed hard. He then buried himself into you fully, watching all of your thoughts melt together.

“”Don't tell me that you can’t speak. Did I fuck you that stupid?”

“Fuck… me… please.” You managed to breathe out. A chuckle filled your ears as he shallowly thrusted into you, not wanting to pull out since you felt so nice inside. “Thought you.. Were.. fuck…. Gonna put the fear of god in me..”

Both of you erupted in pathetic moans. as he pulled out entirely and slammed back in, “You want to be ruined huh.. You really want to be fucked into a mess.” He said and another hard thrust punctuated his point. “You’re begging for it.”

The small motel room was filled with the loud moans he ripped from you. The thrusts were brutal, his pelvis smacking into your clit every time he bottomed out. He was staring down at you, watching your face twist in pleasure, your eyes fluttering before they rolled back.

“God isn't going to save you when I break you, baby. I hope you know that.” he grunted, “You can try but he wont answer…”

A wicked smirk spread his lips apart, he slowed his thrusts as his face got closer to yours. “Repeat after me, pretty girl.. Our father who art in heaven.” His voice was nothing more but a breathy whisper, hot against your skin.

You struggled at finding the words with every hard thrust knocking you back into a moaning mess. In due time you able to stutter out, “Our.. fuck.. Father who art.. Ahh oh my god! In heaven!”

“Hallowed be thy name.”

your mouth hung open instead of prayers, long moans filled The Collector’s ears. He laughed, “No no no pretty girl. Say your prayer~ What would your little boss think?”

One of his hands rested on your lower belly, his thumb rubbing your clit. God left your mind as well as Brayker, the deal you made, and your friend lying dead in the hotel lobby. A loud moan slurred your words, the knot in your stomach swelling and tightening up.

“Good girl.” He breathed out, burying his face back in your neck. He rubbed harder circles into the swollen nub, “Fuck you feel.. So good.”

He stayed quiet feeling your walls clench every time he fully was inside. It took him a minute to speak again, “Thy kingdom done. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”

You moaned out what barely resembled the prayer but he rewarded you with another hard thrust, knocking every thought out of your head. The collector finding it hard to get through the praise himself, the way you sucked in him made him see stars. He was able to get it out clear enough for you to understand.

“Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil.” You could feel the shit eating grin against your neck as he rocked into you, his thrust grew sloppier.

“Deliver us from evil, You hear that babygirl.” He said, his husky voice muffled by your bruised skin that was currently in his teeth, it needed to be a deeper shade of red for him to be content. If this was the only night he would have you then he would simply ruin you for anyone else.. “And you’re letting the evil pound your tight wet… Pussy fuck~! You’re gonna cum huh?”

“I'm gonna cum!.. Im gonna cum!” You whimpered. The knot tightened up to a point where it was painful but it was all you could think about.

He had you right where he wanted you to stay and he would do anything to keep you both like this. Damn the key. Damn the hundred years he spent chasing after it. It was all worth nothing compared to how good your walls feel squeezing around him. The thrusts were brutal as ever, his cock was soaked and all he could think about was you cumming on it. The noises leaving his throat were other-worldly and it only spurred you on: Fucking yourself against his hard thrusts the best you could.

The muscles in your legs tightened around his lower back.The knot finally snapped and you saw white.

The scream that left your lips was delicious and he only managed a couple more thrusts before pinning his cock deep in you, filling you with his cum. He used his remaining strength to move you both over, him laying on his back with you sprawled out on his chest.

The two of you stayed like that in silence with him lazily drawing invisible circles on your back and you listening to his heart beat. He lifted his head when you scratched the stars in your palm.

'Has any of them moved?’

You looked up at him and shook your head.

He smiled, “You know I wouldn’t mind spending another lifetime chasing you.”

“So I get to keep the key?”

“For now.”

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