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[4ngelarchive]

MDNI !

‧ ₊˚♪ 𝄞₊𐔌m͏͏e͏͏i ꒱ • 𝟐𝟏 - s͏͏h͏͏e/͏͏h͏͏e͏͏r - ͏͏v͏͏i͏͏r͏͏g͏͏͏͏o

d͏͏o͏͏n'͏͏t ͏͏l͏͏i͏͏k͏͏e ͏͏d͏͏o͏͏n͏͏'͏͏t ͏͏i͏͏n͏͏t͏͏e͏͏r͏͏a͏͏c͏͏t !

͏͏ m͏͏a͏͏s͏͏t͏͏e͏͏r͏͏l͏͏i͏͏s͏͏͏͏t ͏͏ 𓏵 g͏͏u͏͏i͏͏d͏͏el͏͏i͏͏n͏͏e͏͏s

[4ngelarchive]

Thought about this rn and had to let yall know.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ convinced • joel miller x fem reader

SMUT SMUT SMUT! - One shot :3 • not proof read

𝜗𝜚 p in v, pet names, large age gap, old man Joel mhmm, Tommy catches Joel and reader :0, a bit of icky reader and Joel hehehe

"Tommy's gone for now bunny, he can’t tell your dad a thing if hes not here to catch us now can he? That boy knows I’ll kill him if he does" Joel cooed as he pushed you back onto your fluffy bed sheets.

"Promise?" The last thing you needed was your father knowing you fuck the neighbor he hates under his own roof. He'd kill you then Joel for it.

Your father had taken a liking to Tommy, even tried to convince you a few times to go on a date with him because he’s a good guy, unlike his older brother.

"I don't lie do I?"

It didn't take long for Joel to have you face down ass up, teddy bear between your thighs as he fucked you onto the soft plush. “Joellll” you cried out as he slid in and out of your tight cunt.

He was moving deliciously slow, taking his time to really nudge at that wet warm spot deep in your guts. “M’yeah baby? Feeling your old man pushing right where you need em?”

You slobbered and drooled all over the plush, nodding and humming as Joel talked you through it. “Such a pretty girl yea? look so good like this. Ass up and cunt drippin’, wrapped around me. Making a fuckin’ mess” Joel hummed as he admired your pussy.

The visual of you pressed into your bed sheets completely naked, pink teddy bear stuffed between your thighs, and his dick spreading you wide made Joel feel like a sick man.

But did he stop? Would he ever stop? No. He ignored that creeping feeling and kept on fucking you nice and slow.

“yeaaah, that’s it kid. Jus’ like that, fuck yourself onto daddy” Joel hummed as you began to bounce back on his dick.

The sounds coming from between your bodies only encouraged you further, it felt so fucking good.

You didn’t care for how loud you were being, no one was home anyway. You might as well fuck Joel for all he’s got.

Joel’s hands pressed down onto your lower back, arching you up a bit and making you sink down into the mattress.

The angle he had you in made it easier for him to make the bed bounce you on his dick. He had your pelvis hiked up with your teddy bear under you for comfort as he drilled into you from behind.

Your legs shook as he grinds his hips messily onto your ass. “Tha’s it baby, I finally hit the spot didn’t I?” Joel condescendingly purred.

Outside, Tommy stood frozen outside your window. There he stood, eyes wide as he watched his older brother rutting deep into your cunt. You were hugging the pink bear with all your might, eyes squeezed as you pushed back down onto Joel’s dick.

“Holy shit”

[ooppo]

At this point it's more disappointing than shocking that not a single assassin in the states can aim a fucking gun

[ooppo]

Not fucking really

[4ngelarchive]

Sometimes yall post Joel miller pics and I stare at my phone like this and wonder if the fbi agent looking at me through my camera thinks I’m a freak

[mybvalentine]

latina intuition needs to be studied because i have never been wrong about anything EVER

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I want to break his bones and suck it like a caprisun. I want to bounce on it so wild that we create time and space and when he cums we create a black hole because we wasted all of our energy to the point where we collapse into each other and create a supernova explosion. I want to jack hammer, doggy style, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, 69, missionary, spooning, lotus, bicycle pump.

[4ngelarchive]

𝜗𝜚 Out the window

dbf joel miller x fem reader • 18+ • smut

warnings: kinda peeping tom Joel, dbf Joel, legal age gap, unprotected sex, p in v, pet names (darlin’, baby, sweetheart, kiddo, bunny), reader accidentally calls him pa, icky themes, taboo subjects, soft dom Joel, a bit of bratty reader, panty sniffing Joel, oral (f receiving), heavy makeout, very flirtatious reader, mentions of readers dad being an alcoholic but isn’t a bad father, hyperspermia, mentions of masterbating

Joel sat up in his seat as he heard loud shuffling and giggling coming from the side of his house. His heavy footsteps made their way to his kitchen window, his fingers held onto the scratchy fabric of his window curtain as he peeked outside.

He stood tall in his place as he watched you squeeze yourself out your window. Your ass was facing him as you reached round for something inside your room.

Joel eyed you up and down, feeling guilty as he studied the outline of your plum cunt from under your skirt. You had some soft looking knee high socks on too. You were looking like straight trouble.

The side light of his home gave him just enough light to see your white lace panties. He watched like a pervert as your feet finally hit the ground, ogling as you fixed up your top and hair.

“Hurry up!” He heard a second voice come from the drive way “I can’t believe you still need to sneak out! You’re an adult” the voice spoke again.

“Oh shut up! My dad would kill me if he found out I was out this late. I live under his roof still” you whispered as you ran over to the voice, out Joel’s sight and leaving him with his thoughts.

Joel quickly moved through his home, now peeking through his living room window and watching you slide into a unfamiliar car.

He cussed under his breath when he couldn’t see who was with you. A friend? A boy? One was better than the other and now he didn’t know if he should let you live or go over to your fathers house and make him call you back home.

Joel thought about it and ended up going with not telling your father. He thought it was a way to get even for the way his dick was hard.

It was 4 am when he heard a car finally pull into the drive way. He opened his door and stood with his arms over his chest as you talked a little bent over to whoever was in the car.

You waved goodbye before you turned around and now you were met with the sight of Joel standing under his porch light, looking like a father about to give you a scolding.

He signaled you towards him with a finger, telling you to come here. You sighed, fixing your skirt and walking up to Joel with a pout.

“And what are you doing out this late little lady?” He questioned, trying his best not to ogle you. “Out with a girlfriend,. Don’t worry you don’t have to go and tell my dad” you huffed.

“Jumpin’ out of windows isn’t something good girls do darlin’. You were real sneaky alright. Makin’ all that damn noise.” He replied with a bit of an attitude.

You rolled your eyes. You didn’t really know what to say. You were thinking about saying something snarky but went with the second option.

Your eyes trialed up and down his form. Something about Joel always made you wish he wasn’t your dads best friend. He was gorgeous.

“Just tell my dad you were giving me guitar lessons. He was already half way done with the case of beers when I left. He won’t know if you don’t tell him Joel” you pleaded.

Your father wasn’t bad by any means, a bit of an alcoholic sure, but present and loving like a father should. You still didn’t know why you liked older men if you had a good relationship with your father. You guessed it was just Joel.

Joel glared down at you with his eyes narrowed. “And don’t worry we didn’t drink. You don’t need to worry about me throwing up and making a mess everywhere” you added, now with pleading eyes.

“Get inside” Joel sighed.

“You got any food Mr.Miller? Or do you just live off cigarettes and alcohol?” You questioned as you kicked off your heels and went straight to the kitchen.

“Course’ I got food girl” he grunted as he followed close behind you. “Got a few frozen burritos in the freezer and some soup I made on the stove. Take whatcha like”

You felt Joel’s eyes watching you as he sat at the counter top. You conveniently dropped a few things while getting a spoon and napkins. Exposing yourself to Joel with each bend and kneel as you waiting for the microwave to beep.

You hopped on the counter as you let the bowl besides you cool. Joel was completely silent throughout all of it. When you finally met his eyes you could tell something shifted in him. He didn’t move.

Joel watched as you tried your best to make the way your legs spread open a bit look natural. You reached for the bowl and took a spoon full.

“Mmhm. You’re a real good chef Joel. Real nice and warm” you hummed as your legs squeezed together.

He didn’t speak, only repaying you with a nod as you ate your soup.

You jumped off the counter and made your way towards Joel, bowl in hand and now across the counter as you got another spoon full “here, try it. It tastes better when it’s real hot” you said as you held out a spoon to Joel’s mouth.

There was no hesitation in his eyes as he leaned down and took the spoon into his mouth. You watched his lips wrap around the spoon before you pulled it back.

You raised the spoon back to your mouth, sucking the spoon clean of his saliva while humming, staring right into his eyes. “Tastes real good right?” You sweetly smiled as his breathing got a bit louder.

“What’re you doin’ honey” he asked in a bit of a shaky voice.

“‘M’ not doin’ anything Mr. Miller” you cooed in a mocking southern tone.

Joel let out a heavy sigh as he closed his eyes. He just needed to breathe before he did something stupid. He kept his eyes closed as he heard your feet shuffling towards him.

A low groan left his lips as your hands squeezed on his shoulders. He stood still as your hands ran down his arms before disappearing off him. He opened his eyes as he heard the chair next to him screeching against his wood floor.

You pushed it aside and jumped onto the counter right next to him. Now Joel was faced with your thighs right besides his arm, your skirt rising ever so slowly as you scooted closer to him.

“Did I ever tell you how handsome you are Joel?” You hummed as your hand ran down his hair. “Always so composed, so nice. Acting like I can’t see how hard you are under those sweat-“ before you could finish your sentence, Joel’s chair screeched back.

You moaned as Joel’s lips crashed onto yours. His thick calloused hands ran up your soft thighs and up your waist, huffing in your mouth as he got a handful of your tits.

“Was trying my best to keep my hands to myself and be respectful and all darlin’. But you just don’t shut up huh?” He seethed as he palmed at you roughly.

You reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly as you guided him between your thighs. “Dirty ain’t ya? Making me touch you here before you even get a word out?” Joel hummed as he ran a thumb down your soaked panties.

“Watched ya’ jump out that window bunny. Had to rub one out once you left because of these pretty white panties. Now they’re all wet huh? All because of me?”

You whimpered at his words “yes. Touched myself before I left thinking of you. Thought about you sneaking into my room and fucking me with a hand over my mouth. Made me so happy” you cried.

Joel let out a rough moan at your words. He knew you since you were a kid and now you’re here telling him about how you fantasied about him breaking into your home and touching you? He knows he’s going to hell for how hard he is.

His lips lapped and bit at yours as you pressed up against him. He was so warm, you could feel the heat radiating from him it made you curl into him.

You squealed as Joel lifted you off the counter “m’ not doin’ nothin’ unless you’re in bed” he said against your lips.

Joel threw you onto his bed. He hovered at the end of the bed as you shuffled up the bed and laid there gawking up at him.

He can’t believe he’s really doing this. His best friends daughter laid up like an angel on his bed.

But he couldn’t ruminate on it any longer once you began to pull your shirt off.

You slowly peeled the top off teasingly then reached behind your back to unclip your bra. Joel watched in a trance as your plush tits fell free from your bra. “Jesus” he whispered under his breath.

He didn’t wasted a second to get out of his clothes. He stood before you in only boxers. His hairy chest and belly made you so wet. It made you feel a little dirty how wet you were. A old man making you this desperate, that’s the first.

“Keep those panties on darlin’” Joel spoke as he kneeled on the bed. You watched as he crawled up onto the bed with you, his hands ran up your thighs as he eyed the white socks you hand on.

You whined as his fingers tugged your soaked undies down your legs. Joel balled them up in his hands before raising the fabric to his face and taking a deep breath in as he sniffed your panties. Your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight.

He tossed them somewhere near his boxers, making sure he could keep them after all this. “Now I gotta introduce myself to her sweetheart, make sure she gets real comfortable” Joel replied as he got faced to face with your cunt.

His hands ran down your legs, rubbing small circles on your knee highs before moving back up toward your upper thighs. Joel spreads your legs wide as he finally gets a full view.

Joel’s mouth was on you before you could even process. Your back arched out of instinct as you felt his tongue run down your slick hole. “Jo- joel! Oh my god Joel” you purred as he zeroed in on your clit.

“Gotta get her nice and slick before I shove my dick inside you bunny. Doing you a favor kiddo.” He muffled into your cunt as he flattened his tongue and slurped up towards your clit.

Your hands slapped onto Joel’s head a bit too hard as your thighs pressed against his head. He smiled as you humped his face like a bunny in heat. Your eyes lulled back into your skull as you felt the knot inside your tummy snap.

You moaned out in bliss as your orgasm hit you like a train. The rumbling of Joel’s moans didn’t help you stop your shaking.

Joel’s hands ran up your sides as a way to steady you back down to earth. “That’s it kiddo, come back down f’me” he smiled as he watched you from between your thighs.

You looked down at him with heavy eyes and a smile on your face. You pulled him up towards your face for a messy kiss, moaning into his mouth as you got a taste of yourself on his tongue.

“More” you pleaded onto his lips.

“I know baby. Jus’ gotta get a rubber” he nodded

“No! No Joel I wanna feel you for real. I- I mean if you want to. I’m on the pill. I just wanna feel you cum inside me” you shyly spoke.

Joel stared at you with his mouth wide open “A- are you sure kiddo?”

“Only if you want” you nodded.

“Oh I want it” he chuckled, now tugging at his boxers.

You could feel how much slick was leaking out of you from the orgasm you had and it only got worse once you saw Joel’s dick spring out of his boxers.

The sound you made when Joel got himself out of his boxers made his dick twitch. He can’t believe he’s about to do this. But he’s far too gone to say no to this.

“Oh kiddo, look how much space imma take up” Joel cooed as he pressed his dick onto your stomach. His tip was right under your belly button, it made both of you moan.

You watched as he ran his dick through your folds, he was spreading them wide as he costed himself in slick. “If you want me to stop bunny, I want you to tell me ok? Say somethin’ like apple or strawberry to let me know yeah?” Joel spoke.

“Yeah sure I want it Joel” you cried out.

“Hey, I’m not jokin’ I’m serious.” His fingers snapped as he spoke.

“I know Joel Apple or strawberry I know” you brattily huffed.

“Watch it girl. You know I don’t like no attitude”

“Im sorry” you apologize as he starts to pull back from you.

“No! No Joel I’m sorry I won’t have an attitude I promise Joel” you plead. The smile that grew on Joel’s face was one of satisfaction.

“I know baby I know” he smiled as he spread your legs wide.

Joel’s eyes were blown out as he alined himself to your cunt. There was a warm feeling in his chest at the visual of your wet swollen pussy. His dick had an obvious look of old age while your pussy looked soft and delicate.

He pushed in just a bit before pulling back quickly. He did this a couple of times, fucking his tip into your hole before looking up to meet your eyes.

His eyes held yours as he pushed in. Your face twisted in pain and pleasure. He was half way in at that. But when he shoved himself to the hilt, your head was thrown back.

Joel’s hips moved slowly at first, both of you moaning with each thrust as you adjusted. Once he slid in and out a bit smoother his hips picked up the pace.

Heavy thrust met the back of your thighs as he fully indulged. Each thrust made you let out a quiet whine. He felt so good.

You felt the way he stretched you full, the way he hit the back of your cervix with each thrust. “Joel! Yes yes yes oh my god yes” you cried.

Joel was trying hard not to cum. You were wrapped around him perfectly, tits bouncing with each thrust as he bottomed you out.

Your cunt pulsed around him. His thrust got a bit slower, now his belly was grinding sweetly against your clit.

The sound of slick grew louder at the added skin rubbing against you. “Yeahhh darlin’, nice tight pussy was made for an old man like me huh? Got me feelin’ like a damn college boy with the way you’re squeezin’ me” Joel moaned.

“Ju- jus’ so good Joel. Feels so- ah- mmhm” you whined.

“Harder please pa, ye- yeah just like tha-“ you squealed as Joel slammed into your harder.

He thought he miss heard what you said. Pa? You can barley get a sentence out, he was just hearing things.

“Feels so good pa, feels so- “ tears ran down your face as you came for the second time. You clung onto Joel for dear life.

“Pa? You calling me Pa kid?” Joel groaned as you cunt gushed around him.

You nodded dumbly with your eyes squeezed shut. Too lost in your own pleasure to notice Joel’s face.

“Tha’s right bunny, let your pa stuff you realll nice” joel cooed. He could feel you clench at his words. Joel came with a loud moan. He hasn’t came in a woman in decades so the first women in years being you, it made him break completely. 

You could feel his loads pumping into you. His dick twitched every few seconds followed with a shaky grunt from Joel. You held onto him and bounced as he fucked up into you. Joel thought he couldn’t cum like this anymore, he’s fucked his hand plenty of times but he doesn’t remember cumming like this since college.

He held onto your hips tightly as he continued to spurt his loads inside you “o- oh sweethear- thank you, thank you baby” he choked.

When joel finally came down from his orgasm his loads were leaking out from between your folds.

His cheeks redden up even more at the realization “M’ sorry baby. Didn’t know I could still cum that much at my age”

[littledes1re]

Easy Fix

Pairing: Daddy's best friend + mean!joel miller x f!reader

Summary: It was just supposed to be an easy fix. On the stuffed animal, thighs gripping it and in your mind your daddy's best friend. Surely, you hadn't planned for him to catch you. Or to bend you over his knee. Or to be balls deep into you the next moment, right?

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Mean!joel (he is back!!), huge age gap (20s and 60s), grinding on stuffed bear, orgasm denial, spanking, size kink, pet names, praise kink, slight degradation, pinv, clit rubbing, unprotected sex, crying, slight dub-con, darcyphilia, slight fauxcest (Joel calls himself uncle), dbf!joel, stern but also sweet joel, slight hair pulling, no outbreak

A/N: ummm my ADHD has been doing parkour in my brain so Sleazy!joel is taking his sweet time 😭 BUT I did write this little filler based on the mean!joel idea I had a few days ago, so enjoy this filthy mess pookies <333

Being home again is…unusual, to say the least.

Memories, emotions, things you thought you’d outgrown. You kneel besides an open box, sorting through old notebooks and trinkets, but your mind keeps wandering.

When you straighten up, your eyes catch the stuffed animal sitting in the corner of your bed, its fur a little worn, its button eye slightly crooked.

It looks like its been already waiting for you.

But you know that your dad mentioned that Joel was gonna stop by and pick up some tools he wants to borrow for a weekend project and—that could be nothing unusual, since Joel has been like an uncle to you while growing up but right now with the house so empty and your thoughts running, you find yourself giving in to that secret itch, straddling your old stuffed bear on the bed.

That plush toy, with its threadbare fur and button eyes, has been your guilty escape for years, especially with thoughts of Joel creeping into your fantasies back then—his broad shoulders, that deep voice, the way he handles everything around the house while having that strict, authoritative way about him—the same tone your dad uses, only sharper, meaner, and somehow aimed always right at you.

Your skirt is bunched around your waist, panties tugged aside, and you're rocking slowly, the soft seam of the bear's belly pressing juuuust right against your aching clit.

But lost in the rhythm...you do not hear the front door opening downstairs.

Heavy footsteps echo up the stairs, pausing outside your door. A knock—light, hesitant.

"Hey, kiddo? Your dad around? He said he'd leave them tools in the kitchen, but I figured I'd check up here too." Joel's voice; that thick, rough, southern drawl wrapping around the words like warm gravel. 

Before you can even respond, the door creaks open, and there he is...tall and big, flannel shirt sleeves rolled up over forearms corded with muscle, jeans hugging his solid thighs. 

His eyes widen as he takes in the scene: you frozen mid-grind, thighs spread over the bear, your face flushing hot with embarrassment.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ," he growls, "What in the hell are you doin', girl? Humpin' away on some goddamn stuffed bear like a bitch in heat? Your daddy'd skin you alive if he saw this shit." 

He doesn't yell. Yet. But there's an edge to it, stern, like he's caught you sneaking cookies, not this. 

His jaw tightens, and he averts his eyes for a beat, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, the picture of a man wrestling with himself. 

'Shouldn't even be in here. This ain't right. Girl's barely outta her teens, and here I am, starin' at... fuck.' Guilt flashes across his weathered face, creasing those lines around his eyes, but his boots stay rooted to the floorboards. 

He doesn't back out. Instead, his gaze flicks back to you, conflicted, a flicker of something darker stirring beneath the disapproval—his jeans tensing slightly at the crotch, betraying him.

You scramble to pull your skirt down, heart pounding, but the words stick in your throat. 

"Joel, I—it's not what it—" 

He steps closer, slow, like he's approaching a skittish animal, his big frame making the room feel small. 

"Save the excuses, honey. What would your daddy think, huh? Me walkin' in on his little girl like this, all desperate and spread out on a damn toy? He trusts me to look after you when he's out, not to...hell, this is a mess." His tone's firm, paternal almost, laced with that sternness, but there's a coo in the way he says 'honey,' softening the rebuke just a touch. 

He reaches out, his large hand gentle as he grips your upper arm, pulling you off the bear with ease. 

The toy tumbles to the side, fur matted with your slickness, and you stand there on shaky legs, panties still to the side, feeling tiny next to him.

"Now, you listen here," he says, guiding you to sit on the edge of the bed besides him as he lowers his weight onto the mattress. 

His thigh presses against yours, warm and solid, and you can feel the heat radiating from him—the hard line of his cock straining against his jeans, impossible to ignore. 

"You're better than this, sweetheart. Rubbin' yourself raw on some childhood relic 'cause those boys at school ain't cuttin' it? That's no way to learn about your body." He pauses, hand resting on your knee, thumb traicng slow circles. "But actin' like your uncle, I gotta teach you right. Can't have you hurtin' yourself on nothin' but fluff."

Your breath hitches at the contact, arousal pooling hotter despite the embarrassment. 

"Joel, please...I didn't mean for you to see," you whisper, but your eyes drop to the bulge in his pants, betraying your thoughts.

He chuckles low, a rumble in his chest, but it's not cruel—more like a man who's seen too much and knows how to handle it. 

"Oh, I see plenty, girl. And that pretty face all flushed? Makes a man wanna help." His hand slides up your thigh, calluses rough but careful, pushing your skirt higher, taking a peek of your pussy. "But first, a little reminder of what happens when you get into trouble. Over my knee—c'mon now."

He pats his lap sternly, but his eyes soften. "It'll sting, but you'll thank me later, honey."

Trembling, you drape yourself across his lap, ass up, the position exposing you fully as your skirt flips over. He's so, so big—your small frame fits perfectly over his thick thigh and you feel his hardness press against your belly, a promise of what's to come. 

"Good girl, takin' this like you should," he murmurs, praise slipping in before the first smack lands—firm but measured, the crack echoing softly. It stings, heat blooming, and you yelp, tears pricking your eyes.

"Easy now," he coos, hand rubbing the spot immediately after. "That's for bein' sneaky in your daddy's house. He raised you all good—don't need you ruinin' it on toys."

Another spank, a bit harder, on the other cheek, and you squirm, the friction against his cock making him groan quietly. 

"There you go, your skin's turnin' pink so pretty."

He alternates, five or six measured swats, each followed by a stroke or a soft word—"Breathe through it, baby, you're doin' fine" building the burn without overwhelming.  

Tears well up, spilling hot down your cheeks, and he notices, thumb brushing one away when you turn your head. 

"Cryin' already, huh?" He chuckles. 

By the end, your ass throbs, red and sensitive, panties soaked through. 

He helps you up gently, but his eyes darken as he tugs the fabric aside, exposing your dripping folds, middle finger touching your lips. 

"So wet from a spankin'. Pussy's all shiny and swollen—too sweet for what those boys got, I bet. But I can fix that, teach you how a real man handles it."

His middle finger stays between your folds as he stands, unzipping his jeans, his cock jumping free—massive, thick and veined, easily bigger than anything you've ever had. 

"Back on that bear, c'mon" he orders, guiding you with a hand on your waist. "Gonna show you the difference, but you grind nice and slow—learn to build it just right." 

You straddle the toy again, the fur already damp and sticky from before, a yucky reminder as it clings to your slick skin. 

Lowering yourself, you begin to rub tentatively, the plush dragging against your clit in messy slides—gross, the way it mats further with your arousal, but thrilling under his watch.

Joel positions himself behind you on the bed, his weight making it dip, hands spanning your hips easily. 

"That's it, babygirl, move those hips," he praises, voice gravelly as his cockhead nudges your entrance, hot and blunt. But he doesn't thrust yet—teases, sliding along your folds. "Feel how big I am? Your little hole's flutterin' so scared but wantin'. Your daddy would have my hide for this, but you need teachin'—can't let you settle for less."

Guilt flickers in his tone, but he presses forward, just the tip nudging you, stretching your tight walls with a burn that makes you gasp.

"Oh—Joel, it's too much," you whimper, tears starting again, body tensing as you grind on the bear, the fur chafing wetly, adding to the overstimulation.

"Shh, easy, sweetheart," he coos, one hand stroking your back tenderly while the other fists your hair lightly, not yanking hard—just guiding your head back to arch you. "Breathe, honey. You're so tight, squeezin' like you were made for this fat cock. Just the head—feel it? Push back slow now."

He inches deeper on your movement, talking you through each bit: "There, darlin', another inch. Your pussy's openin' up so good, even if it hurts a lil'. Cry if you need to; those tears tell me you're feelin' it right." 

He groans when you sob, his hips twitching, but he keeps it paternal, praising: "Good girl, takin' your lesson."

One hand grips your hips, his cock entering your walls. "Going deeper now—yeah, juuuust like that."

You rock on the bear, the wetness intensifying—the plush soaked, strands sticking to your thighs and folds, a filthy grind that makes squelching sounds with each roll. It's degrading, the childhood toy turned lewd, but his voice anchors you. 

"Grind harder on that thing," he instructs, meaner now. "but don't you dare to cum yet. Earn it by lettin' me fill you proper." 

He sinks halfway, the stretch agonizingly full, your small hole straining around his girth. 

"What would your daddy say? Hm? His girl stretched on her uncle's dick."

Tears stream freely now, mixing pain and pleasure as he bottoms out finally, balls resting against the bear's fur. 

"All in—feel me in your belly? Hold still, darlin', adjust to it." He holds, stroking your sides, cooing praises: "Proud of you, takin' every inch like a champ." 

Then, after a while, thrusts start—slow drags out, then pushes in, talking through them: "Out easy...easy. Now in...deep. That's it." 

You cry harder, the dual sensations overwhelming—the bear's damp fur rubbing your clit in sticky, gross friction, his massive length pounding relentlessly. 

"That's it...real deep." He whispers. 

"Joel—please, it hurts so good," you sob, grinding down.

"Yeah? Tell me more, honey," he urges, hand leaving your hair to cup your breast, thumbing your nipple. "How's that big cock feel compared to your toy? Deeper than any boy could go—gonna make you forget 'em all." 

His pace builds, hips snapping, but he denies you—slowing when you clench. 

"Not yet, babygirl. Hold it for me. Cry those pretty tears but don't cum." 

Minutes drag, drawn out with his mix: harsh commands like 'Take it harder—learn it, that's it.' and tender coos like 'Almost there, baby, you're perfect.'

Your tears straining your cheeks, your cunt clenching down, as you try to hold the orgasm.

"Milking me so well. Pussy is eager to cum, huh?" He asks, stroking your sides. His thrusts quicken, head pressing right into sweet spot in you.

Finally, as your body quakes, he growls approval. 

"Alright, cum now, honey. Real slow. Let go around my cock and on that bear." His thumb presses your clit against the plush, rubbing through the mess, while he pushes his cock deep into your cunt. You shatter—screaming, tears flooding, grinding wildly as waves crash, his thumb amplifying the release. 

Joel follows, burying even deeper, cock releasing hot spurts and filling you up slowly. "That's it, here it comes. Take it real deep into that small pussy."

He collapses over you briefly then, breath hot on your neck, cock still releasing the smallest amounts of cum into you. He pulls out slightly, watching everything drip down onto the bear. 

"Your dad's gonna kill me," he mutters, his hand strokes your back almost tenderly. "But you needed that lesson. Don't let me catch you on that toy again—unless I'm here to fix it."

I feel like i could've made him a bit meaner...but idk.

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𝜗𝜚 Roommate

𖥔 ݁ ˖ roommate simon riley x fem reader - SMUT NSFW 18+

Warnings: unprotected sex, controlling Simon, legal age gap, p in v, reader being caught masterbating, pet names (baby, bird, bunny, kid), finger sucking, protective Simon, creampie!

- not proof read

Simon was a good roommate. Rarely ever home, clean, and quiet. But he only had one rule, no one could come over unless you pass it by him.

At first you thought it was a bit controlling until you came to find out he was in the military. You guessed it was because of his desire for privacy and fear of someone going into his room.

For all you knew, he could’ve had a few guns and knifes locked up in his room. You didn’t really mind this rule, your family lived across the state, and the men at your work were nothing but a waste of time.

Simon’s been out on the field for almost 2 month straight, you wouldn’t deny that you missed his presence.

It was getting lonely, spending all those nights alone in a quiet apartment. Left with only the remembrance of Simon whenever you see his mug in the cabinet.

But the one thing you loved about his long deployment was the privacy you got. You could use your vibrator on the highest setting, ride your dildo as much as you wanted, and be as loud as you wanted.

Today was a particularly shitty day at work. So it wasn’t a surprise when the second you got home, you had your vibrator on your clit, and bounced on the slick covered silicon dick in desperation.

Moans and purrs left your lips as you arched your back, envisioning the pink dildo to be Simon’s dick burying deep in your guts.

Your eyes were squeezed shut as you whimpered. You could feel your cunt pulse around the toy but right as you felt your high, it dissolved.

It only made you fuck the fake dick harder and grind on the vibrator faster.

You focused on Simon. You bet his dick was big. You swore you almost saw it one day after he came back from the gym.

His sweats were teasingly low to the point where you swore you could see the imprint of his dick. 7 inches at least. Grith of about 3 of your fingers.

The mere thought of it made you cunt clench.

Lost in pleasure, you couldn’t hear the jiggling of the front door in the background.

Simon froze the moment his heavy boots stepped into the flat “jus’ like that, keep going ye- yess” he heard coming from your room.

Simon focused on the sound a bit, hearing the sound of slapping skin and your wet pussy only made him more angry.

His eyes darted around the apartment, did you have someone over? After the deal you made with him.

Sure he lied a bit, the rule wasn’t for privacy. It was to keep you to himself, he didn’t need some boy keeping you company.

Simon kept you isolated for selfish reasons he didn’t bother to care about. 

Simon’s heavy footsteps made their way to your door, not caring about ruining the sex you were having with some young idiot who had you moaning like a whore.

Right as he opened the door, you let you a moan “Simonnn”

Your eyes widened to the sound of your door slamming open. You were met with Simon’s hovering silhouette. His eyes wide under his mask.

shit.

Simon froze as he heard his name come from your lips.

“Simon! What the hell” you scream as you reached for the covers. You scrambled off the silicon toy, throwing it somewhere behind you and turning off the pink vibrator in a hurry.

“I- I thought som- someone was in here with you. I’m sorry” Simon muttered out. You’ve never heard him stutter before.

The room was silent. You buried your face in the covers, burning in embarrassment.

“You said my name” Simon broke the silence.

You whined in embarrassment. “I know! Just get out okay! This is embarrassing enough” you didn’t try and deny it. You were moaning his name loud and clear.

“Nothin’ to be embarrassed about bird. Flattered matter of fact” he replied.

You felt your heart drop.

“Jus’ didn’t know you wanted me like that…”

Simon was crushing you.

He was hovering over you, lips nibbling at yours as he moaned into your mouth.

“Please Si, I want it” you purred. Simon chuckled as your hands ran down his bare chest. He was so warm, so comforting.

“Got a lil’ bird waiting for me like this after deployment? M’ real fucking lucky” Simon huffed as he tugged at his sweats.

He didn’t bother taking his boots off and you couldn’t care less about his dirty boots on your mattress. You just wanted him.

“Look at me” Simon hummed as he spread your legs wide, giving you full view of his hard dick bobbing up and down.

“Open” Simon cooed as his finger ran over your lips before shoving a thumb into your mouth. You moaned onto his flesh. Sucking and kissing on his thumb as he tapped the tip of his dick onto your cunt.

“She’s real pretty baby, bet she’s been wanting the real thing huh?”

You nodded in desperation, gawking at him, waiting for him to push inside.

Your lips parted open with his thumb still in your mouth as he slowly pushed into your tight hole.

Your lips wrapped around his thumb again, sucking on it for relief as he groaned above you. He pulled slightly back before ripping off the bandaid and taking you in one go.

Simon felt chills ran down his spine at the sight of you with your legs wide open, tits bouncing, and you sucking on his thumb. “Yeahh bunny, take m’ dick. All nice and wet f’me like you knew I need a good welcoming. F-fffuck that’s it” Simon groaned.

The stretch he gave you was pure bliss. Simon bottomed you out like a desperate college boy, huffing and puffing with each stroke with his lip between his teeth.

He has your legs in his shoulders, jack hammering you onto the bed with heavy thrusts. Your hands tightly wrapped around his wrists, eyes rolled back and cunt leaking of slick.

“Nice creamy cunt yea? You hear yourself bunny? Shh listen….. yeah baby hear that?” Simon cooed as he slowed his pace, lewd sticky sounds echoed in the room as he pressed himself to the hilt, just to pull back slowly to listen to your cunt.

Before you could acknowledge it, Simon let your legs fall to his sides before slamming back into you. You squealed, “I know honey, jus’ take it” Simon purred.

You clung to his back as he fell forward, hovering over you and shielding you under him. You looked between your bodies, watching as Simon’s dick slid in and out.

“S- feels so good si” you moaned, throwing your head back in bliss. Simon huffed, taking the opportunity and licking up your neck, kissing up and down your jaw as he rutted into your warm pussy.

“Yeah? Tell me how good it feels. Let me know” Simon cooed.

Your head was dizzy in pleasure. He was filling your senses.

Simon sucked in a breath as he felt your cunt fluttering around him. He lifted his head from between your neck and watched you with a smile on his face.

“Fe- feels so! Fuck oh my god! Si si” you panted.

Your eyes were squeezed shut. Mouth wide open as your nails dug into his back. You let out a depraved moan as your orgasm hit you. Simon smirked, he didn’t even need a vibrator to have you like this.

“There it is” Simon grunted as you shook under him. He continued his thrusts, fucking you through your orgasm with shuttering hips as your warm slick walls clenched and pulsed around him.

“Cum inside me si, want it” you sobbed.

Simon didn’t need you to tell him twice. A guttural moan rumbled through Simon’s chest as he cradled your head with his arms. You pressed against his lips, letting him moan into your mouth as he came inside you.

Your tongue played with his, selfishly forcing him to also kiss you back as he shook and moaned. He hasn’t had a good fuck in years. It wasn’t his fault he couldn’t multitask while being buried inside you.

“Jesus kid” Simon grunted as he met your eyes.

[madame-monstre]

Knock Knock!

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

You can always count on your neighbor Joel.

warnings: pervy old man!joel, huge (legal) age gap, panty stealing, panty huffing, peeping tom behavior mentioned, joel being a desperate, dirty old man and feeling a little bad, jealousy, tw bad date with a basic ass guy, oblivious reader, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected piv sex, daddy kink, messy sex, creampie, breeding kink, mentioned aftercare, MDNI

wc: 6.2k

an: finally done with pervy neighbor joel. as always shoutout to my queen @eth3lroy for proofing

The glare you’re currently giving your sink would kill a grown man.

This really isn’t what you needed today. All you wanted to do was make some pasta and try to relax, but of course your sink decided it was just gonna…stop working. No water for you, but only in your kitchen!

“Fuck.” You hiss, turning the knob on and off again just in case. Nothing. “Piece of shit.”

Your mind immediately jumps to the one person you know can fix the sink - Joel. The single, grumpy man in his sixties that lives in the house next door.

Joel’s been a strange but constant presence since you first moved into this shithole of a house your grandpa left you - ever since he first helped you change a flat tire on your car, he’s found just about every excuse to come over and fix things around the house. He bitches and complains, but he’s always there when you need him.

That simple fact is the reason why you shrug on a jacket, jam your feet in your crocs, and head out the door over to Joel’s. It’s chilly outside, and other than your zip-up, your shorts and t-shirt are doing nothing to keep you warm. His truck is parked out front, but he’s not out on his porch like he usually is.

You trudge up the stairs and knock on the door. There’s a long stretch of silence before the lock turns and the door creaks open to reveal Joel’s handsome scowl.

“Somethin’ the matter?” You watch as his eyes dart behind you, assessing both your yard and his before returning to your face. You could’ve sworn he gave you an up and down, but you’re pretty sure you were imagining it.

“Nothin’ serious, my sink is just being weird.” You shrug, an aggravated huff lacing your words. “Can you come look at it? Please?”

Joel heaves out a sigh so great you’d think you asked him to remodel your whole kitchen in one night.

“Fine.” He grumbles, jerking his chin towards your house. “Get on back over there ‘fore ya catch a cold. I’ll be there in a minute.”

You turn and scurry back to your house, quick to shut the door against the chilly breeze while you wait for Joel. You toss your hoodie on the back of your couch and shuffle into the kitchen to glower at your sink. Your empty pot and box of dry noodles sit abandoned on the counter.

It’s not long before you hear the telltale sign of your neighbor’s arrival - two heavy knocks on the door, followed by a gruff ‘It’s Joel’. You open the door.

“Really? Thought is was the fuckin’ easter bunny.”

“Smartass.” Joel lumbers past you, toolbox in hand. “You want me ta fix yer sink or not?”

“I’m just playing.” You huff, hopping up on the counter. “You don’t have to be such a grump.”

Joel mumbles something under his breath but doesn’t say anything to you in return. He groans real loud when he gets down on his creaky knees to poke around under the sink; you barely fight the urge to make a senior citizen comment.

“What was the problem?” He’s shining a light under the sink now, looking at the pipes.

“The water’s not working. And yes, before you fucking say it, I did check the main. It’s on, and I have water everywhere else.”

A small smile tugs at the corner of Joel’s lips before he ducks under the sink. You idly watch his back as he messes around in the cabinet, jumping a little when he suddenly pops a hand out behind him and makes a grabby motion.

“Hand me that wrench there, wouldja?”

“Which one?” You slide off the counter and look in his toolbox. There are like….five different wrenches. Joel backs up enough to give you an incredulous look, like he can’t believe you don’t know exactly which wrench to choose.

“The pipe wrench, darlin’. What else?”

“What the fuck is a pipe wrench?”

“Christ.” Joel reaches over and snatches up what is apparently the pipe wrench, shaking his head. “It’s this one here, kid.”

“How was I supposed to know that?” You gripe, returning to your perch on the counter. “What the hell do I look like, a tool guru?”

“…smartass mouth.” Joel is grumbling to himself again as he once again dives beneath the sink. You roll your eyes - what a grouch. Joel spends about twenty minutes fussing with your pipes before he emerges again.

“M’gunna use yer bathroom.” He manages to heave himself up to his feet with a grunt. “Don’t break anything else.”

“You’re acting like I did this on purpose!” You scoff at him as he disappears down the hall. God, somehow he always manages to get under your skin. You pull out your phone to scroll on tiktok while you wait.

And wait.

And wait.

After what feels like fucking forever, Joel finally comes lumbering back in.

“Jesus, did you fall in or something?” You ask, looking up from your phone as he gets back on the floor with a grunt. “Get lost in the hall? Dementia finally setting in?”

“Shut yer goddamn mouth.” Joel’s head vanishes from your view under the sink again. His tone is clipped, sharper than before. You shift, falling silent. “‘N let me work on the sink.”

Joel avoids your eyes for the rest of the night. You wonder why long after he goes back to his house.

————————

Joel Miller is a sick, sick man. At least, that’s what he tells himself every time he catches his eyes lingering on you for too long.

Or when he sneaks into your bathroom, steals whatever pair of used panties are sitting on the top of your hamper, and jerks off with his face buried in them before shoving them in his pocket. Like he just did.

Joel feels filthy when he’s fixing your sink. He curses himself to hell when he tells you goodnight and trudges back over to his house.

But he still ends up with his nose in your panties and a hand fisting his cock.

Joel’s not sure when his problem started. He’s not sure when he stopped ignoring the way your music thumped the windows of your car and started trying to catch just a glimpse of you changing through your window when he was up early watering his plants. When he started making any excuse to come over and fix stuff just to hear you laugh, see you smile, or get a peek at whatever panties you wore the day before in your hamper.

He feels like a fucking hormonal college kid with the thoughts he has about you. He sees you getting your mail in those ratty old sweats, he’s thinking about the way they would look bunched around your knees as he bends you over the front porch railing. Every time you look up at him with that annoyed pout he’s imagining those same lips wrapped around his cock. You let out a satisfied little groan when you stretched once and Joel was immediately struck by the thought of wringing little noises like that out of you with his mouth on your pussy.

Joel doesn’t know what’s worse - the fact that he’s acting like this at his grown ass age of sixty, or the fact that you’re so fucking oblivious to it. Joel doesn’t know why you keep him around. He’s a fucking creep.

But he can’t bring himself to be the bigger man and stay away.

Which is why, the day after he stayed up tossing and turning and guilty over taking another pair of your panties, Joel finds himself back in your kitchen. This time he’s fixing the light over your kitchen table, since you apparently can’t be bothered to replace two burned out bulbs.

“I hate this fucking house.” He gripes, scowling as the bulb refuses to screw in for the fifth time. “Every time I come over some more shit’s not workin’.”

“I didn’t even ask you to fix that!” You’re huffy, throwing him a look over your shoulder as you pour two mugs of coffee. “You just showed up and started bitching!”

Joel huffs out something that sounds suspiciously like a laugh as he fiddles with the bulb. You’ve been in a mood since he invited himself over; he can’t imagine why, since it’s Saturday and he knows you have nothing better to do than entertain him.

“‘M bitchin’ because yer in here livin’ in shambles.” Joel scoffs. He finally manages to get the bulb screwed in, watching in satisfaction as it blinks on. “Seriously, darlin’, ya see how easy this was?”

“Yeah, it was soooo easy that you’ve been doing nothing but bitching since you started.” Joel looks over as you pour that overly sweet creamer in your mug. He can’t help the way his eyes fall down to your ass. “And it was just like, two lights. I was gonna fix them eventually.”

God, you gotta stop wearing those little sleep shorts. Joel is nearly drooling as he stares at the way your asscheeks are framed by the thin material. Jesus H. Christ, what he wouldn’t do to have his face buried there, lapping mercilessly at your cunt and feeling the soft press of your ass on his face while you choke on his dick-

“Hey, gramps, are you even listening?”

Oh, fuck. You’re still talking to him, your lips turned down in that little pout that always makes his cock twitch. He clears his throat.

“Nah, ya musta been yakkin’ in my bad ear.” He grins when you smack his arm, unamused. “Gotta speak up, sweetheart. Hearin’ ain’t what it used to be.”

“You’re annoying.” Joel loves the way your voice gets a little whiney when you’re annoyed. He wonders if you get the same way before you cum. “I said your coffee’s ready.”

“Thank ya kindly, darlin’.” He takes the mug from you and takes a sip. Black, hot, and bitter - just how he likes it. You always make it perfect. He gestures towards your cabinet with the mug. “That door’s still squeakin’ when ya open it. I can get my screwdriver and tighten them hinges.”

“Do you have, like, nothing better to do with your weekend?” You snort, looking at him over the rim of your cup. “Like, I don’t know…bingo? Knitting circle? Bird watching?”

“Very funny.” Joel’s tone is dry, and the look he gives you even drier. “And no, I don’t. Nothin’ on my schedule but botherin’ you.”

You mumble something about him being a ‘fucking asshole’ and he smiles.

Then your phone pings on the counter.

Joel glances down just in time to see the notification icon - a white flame against a pink background. Something sharp and hot twists through his chest.

“Didn’t know you were on them, uh, datin’ sites.” He doesn’t like how eager you are to snatch up your phone. Likes it even less when a little smile lights up your face.

“How the hell do you know what Tinder is?” You raise an eyebrow and look up from the screen to give him a look. “You gettin’ some action I don’t know about or something?”

The only action Joel’s been getting is his hand and your panties, but he’s not about to tell you that. Instead, he rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to his coffee.

“Shut the hell up.” He gripes. His eyes stay on the dark liquid for all of two seconds before they lock right back onto your face as you type out a message. “Who’re ya even textin’? One of them pretty boy types?”

“No.” Maybe Joel’s just delusional, but he swears you sound a little defensive. “Just a nice guy. Been talking to him for a few days, he wants to take me out this week.”

“Oh.” Joel ignores the way something bitter squirms in his stomach. “Well, be safe. Make sure he gets the door for ya, and don’t you pay fer nothin’-“

“I think I know how to go on a date, Joel.” That whine is back in your voice again. “I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

“Right.” Joel grumbles into his coffee. “Of course.”

He fixes the cabinet hinge even though you tell him not to. Then he fixes your loose shower knob just for the hell of it.

He hates the way that bitter feeling sits heavy in his gut all day, even after he goes home.

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You have to leave for your date in twenty minutes, and you have no clue what to wear.

You’re not even sure how nice you need to dress. All you know is you’re getting Italian, with no indication on the level of fancy required. Matt is sweet, but you wish he’d been a little more descriptive. Your anxiety is through the roof right now. And to make it worse, you can’t find your favorite pair of panties.

“This is so fucking stupid.” You’ve got your bad bitch music playing, Megan Thee Stallion bumping from your Alexa as you rifle through your closet. “Fucking…fuck. I’ve got nothing to wear!”

Okay, maybe you’re being a bit dramatic. You’ve got plenty to wear - you just don’t know what. And now you have about 12 minutes left to choose.

You eventually settle on a cute little sweater and skirt with white tights and chunky pumps. Nothing crazy, right? Casual enough for a family restaurant, nice enough in case it’s somewhere nicer. You keep your makeup classy; can’t go wrong with the tried and true combination of lipgloss, mascara, and eyeliner. And you’re only wearing cute panties because you want to. No other reason.

Joel’s truck is gone when you get in your car to leave. You wonder where he’s gone. He’s usually playing guitar on his porch around lunchtime. Oh well. Maybe he’s visiting his brother.

You’re relieved when you pull up to the restaurant. It’s nothing fancy, just a nice local spot. You see Matt standing on the curb outside, dressed…well, like he closed his eyes and picked his clothes.

“Hey, hi.” You get a noseful of Axe body spray when he goes in for a hug. “You uh, you’re awfully dressed up.”

“Oh, well, I didn’t think it was too dressy.” You cave to one self conscious glance down at your outfit before reminding yourself that you are not about to let a man wearing blue basketball shorts, a stained hoodie, and slides make you feel bad about your outfit. “Nice enough just in case, y’know?”

“Right. Sure, man.” Matt jerks his head towards the door. “You ready to sit down? I’m starving.”

“Yeah, uh-“ You’re cut off when Matt swings the door open and walks in, leaving it to almost swing into you. You jump slightly, catching it just before it hits your shoulder. “-oh, um, this place looks…good.”

Well, this is off to a terrible start. You’re holding onto the hope that things will improve after you sit down and start talking.

They don’t. In fact, they get worse.

Your thighs have barely touched the booth when Matt opens his mouth and starts talking. He goes on and on about himself - which is totally fine, except he doesn’t let you get a single word in. He just talks and talks and talks.

As soon as he starts talking about NFTs, you zone out. Your spaghetti and garlic knots become the most interesting thing in the world, and you’re glad the food is at least good as you sit and listen to Matt drone on.

Joel would listen to you talk.

The thought pops up unbidden, mid bite of spaghetti. You’re not sure why Joel of all people is on your mind right now. You chalk it up to spending too much time with the old man. You see him more than your friends.

“Everything okay?” You’re brought back into the moment by the arrival of the waitress. “Can I get you two anything else?”

“Oh, no, we’re good.” Matt’s talking before you can open your mouth, again. You frown, but stay quiet; you kind of wanted a cannoli, but whatever. “Can we get the check?”

“Of course.” The waitress grabs the empty plates. “Together or separate?”

“Separate.”

Joel would’ve paid for you both.

The thought lingers as you pay the bill and finish your soda. You’re just ready to go home; all the excitement over this date is gone, leaving you with that weighty feeling of disappointment.

“You wanna go to my car?” Matt sounds far too smug for a guy who just absolutely bombed a date. “I can take you back to my place.”

“I’ll have to pass this time, sorry.” You’re not sorry at all, but you try to at least look apologetic when you give him a half-assed smile. “Forgot I have to, uh, help my neighbor out today. He’s elderly, y’know?”

“Oh.” The obvious disappointment in his tone makes your skin crawl. “Are you sure he can’t like…wait? You don’t have to stay overnight.”

“No, he can’t.” Annoyance is quick to creep into your tone as you cross your arms against the cold. “I really gotta get going. Thanks for today, it was, uh…fun.”

“Right, well uh…I’ll text you.”

You really hope he doesn’t.

Your bad bitch playlist feels a little mocking as you drive home. You turn it up loud enough to rattle your windows in an attempt to make yourself feel better, but you’re still annoyed when you pull up to your house. A cute outfit, a cute face, your whole day wasted on some prick who didn’t even have the decency to hold the door.

“Un-fucking-believable.” You grumble, slamming your car door shut. You stalk up the porch stairs, your chunky pumps thumping loudly on the old wood, keys jingling as you unlock your door with more force than necessary. Your keys and purse get abandoned on the side table by your door as you trudge into your kitchen.

You’re half tempted to bust out your bottle of vodka to get drunk and watch edits on tiktok or take some cute pictures to help yourself feel better after that dogshit date, but you don’t get the chance to make a decision.

Knock knock! “It’s Joel.”

Of course it is. You’d been so wrapped up in sulking that you didn’t notice his truck back out front. You go to the door to open it; Joel’s dressed like he always is, jeans and a flannel button up that makes him look too broad to be fair.

“Were you just waiting for me to get home so you could bug me?” You ask, leaving the door open for Joel to find his way in. “You gotta get a hobby, man. Golf or something.”

“No, I wasn’t.” Oh great, he’s grumpy too. “Heard yer damn music ‘fore ya even turned down the street. Figured I’d come check on ya, see how yer, uh, date went.”

“My date fucking sucked, Joel.” You announce with a huff, digging in your cabinets for a shot glass. “It sucked, he was a douche, and I wasted my time.”

“Did he hurt ya?” It’s hard to miss the prickly concern in Joel’s voice. “Put his hands on ya?”

“No, no, he didn’t touch me.” You finally find your little pink heart playboy shot glasses. “You want a shot?”

“Hell no.” Shrugging, you pull out a single glass for yourself and your cheap vodka. More for you.

“Anyways, my date was ass.” You’re not sure why you’re ranting to Joel of all people as you pour yourself a shot, but here you are. “He was rude and boring and could not give less of a fuck about me.”

You feel Joel’s eyes on you as you knock back the shot. It burns all the way down and settles heavily in your stomach. You take a second to blink the sting out of your eyes before you continue to talk.

“It’s just - it’s so frustrating, you know? The dating pool fucking sucks. None of these guys know how to act or make you feel special.” You sigh, turning your shot glass over in your hand and staring dejectedly at the bunny head logo on the glass before mumbling, “Can’t believe I wasted a cute outfit on that jackass. Should’ve known better.”

Silence stretches between the two of you for a moment. You’re debating on taking another shot when Joel finally speaks up.

“‘S a real shame. Boys your age don’t know how ta treat a lady.” There’s something charged in his eyes when you look up at him. Something dangerous. “Ain’t fair to a pretty little thing like yerself, kiddo. Ya deserve to be spoiled and taken care of.”

“Yeah?” You let out a little laugh. Your stomach feels a little fluttery at his tone and you’re not sure why, so you hop up to sit on your counter to distract yourself. “And how exactly would you do it, huh? Enlighten me, old man.”

You’re not expecting him to indulge you. You wait for him to scoff, roll his eyes, grumble about you being a smartass and try to find something in your house to fiddle with.

Instead, he takes a step closer.

“First I’d take ya out somewhere nice.” His boots land slow and heavy on your kitchen floor, each step closer sending your heart rate up. “Whatever kinda food ya want. Let ya order the whole damn menu if it makes ya happy. Don’t matter anyways, since I’d be payin’.”

Even sitting on the counter you have to look up at him when he draws closer. His brown eyes are dark, but not in a way that makes you nervous. It only takes you a second to clock the feeling roiling around in your tummy - excitement.

“That sounds nice.”

“Oh you have no idea, sweetheart.”

He comes to a stop right in front of you, his thighs brushing your knees. You feel the weight of his gaze traveling over your body like a tangible, living thing. It makes your thighs squeeze together.

Joel notices.

“Then I’d take ya home.” He rumbles, ducking his head to catch your gaze and hold it. “Mine or yours, whichever ya wanted. Make sure yer comfortable, make ya laugh on the way there, maybe make ya a drink when we get in.”

The snarky comment you’re about to make about million year old whiskey dies on your tongue when his hands, big and rough, land gently on your thighs.

“Then I’d sit ya down and take off yer heels, just like this.”

You watch, stunned into silence, as Joel lowers himself to his knees right there on your kitchen floor. He settles with a groan, his hands sliding down your legs with a sort of reverence you’ve never experienced. His callouses catch on your tights as he drags his hands down, his palms warm when they settle on your ankles.

And God, the eye contact.

He holds your gaze as he unbuckles your pumps, sliding them off your feet one at a time and setting them neatly aside. Your heart is racing.

“Then…I’d take your tights off reeeeaaal slow-like.” His hands creep back up your legs, this time slipping under the hem of your skirt. “Lift your hips for me, babygirl. There we go, just like that.”

You feel like you’re in a trance as you lift your hips, letting Joel hook his fingers into the waistband of your tights and tug them down. The material rolls itself up as he eases it down your legs and pulls the tights off your feet. He sets the little bundle on top of your pumps.

“Next, I’d take a second to just look atcha.” Joel rocks back on his heels and does just that, his eyes searing as they travel over your body. Joel groans low in his throat. “‘Cuz Christ, sweetheart, you are a sight to behold.”

Oh fuck.

That goes straight to your pussy. Your breath hitches, cheeks flushing as you feel your panties getting damp.

“W-What would you do next?” Your voice is breathless and barely audible in the quiet of the room. The ghost of a smile tugs at Joel’s lips.

“Probably something like this.” You nearly pass out when his lips touch your skin. You have to remind yourself to breathe as he kisses his way up from your ankles, alternating between legs with every kiss. You don’t put up much of a fight as he nudges your thighs apart.

“God almighty.” Joel literally shudders when he presses his lips to your inner thigh. You watch, transfixed, as he nuzzles against your skin. “Yer a fuckin’ angel, baby. Too damn perfect.”

“Joel-“ You cut yourself off with a sharp inhale when he suddenly pulls you forward, pressing his face against your clothed cunt. He draws in a deep breath and then moans against you.

“Been dreamin’ about this cunt for months.” The confession is muffled by your panties, but you hear it all the same. “Fuck. Huffin’ yer old panties don’t even come close to the real thing.”

“What?” It comes out more like a squeak when you feel his tongue drag across the gusset of your panties. “Joel, what are you - what are you talking about?”

He doesn’t answer you right away. He’s too busy mouthing at your pussy like he’s starving, his breaths coming quick and uneven. You gasp when he sucks on your clit through the thin fabric.

“Mmmm…I’ve been a bad man, babygirl.” He pulls back just far enough to look up at you. “Stealin’ yer pretty panties before ya wash ‘em. Lookin’ atcha when ya change by the window. Cummin’ in my boxers like a damn teenager just from thinkin’ aboutcha.”

You should be disgusted. You should shove him away and tell him to get the fuck out of your house.

Instead, you moan. Loudly.

And Joel smirks like he just won the damn lottery.

“Oh, you liked that.” He coos, his fingers hooking in the waistband of your panties now. “You love havin’ this old man wrapped around yer pretty little finger, dontcha sweetpea?”

He all but rips your panties down your legs. The countertop is cool on your bare skin, a shocking contrast to the heat overtaking your body. Joel holds up your panties, admiring them.

“Ain’t seen this pair before.” He says, quirking an eyebrow at you as he balls them up and stuffs them in the breast pocket of his flannel. “They’re real purty, babygirl.”

“They’re, uh, they’re new.” You manage, the words catching in your throat. “I got them a couple w-weeks ago.”

Joel hums, dragging his face back up the inside of your thigh. His beard tickles your skin. “‘M gonna hang onto ‘em for a little bit, darlin’.”

Then his mouth is on your cunt. Your hand flies down to his hair, gripping those salt and pepper curls like a lifeline as he starts to devour you. His tongue drags through your soaked folds before plunging inside of you, his nose bumping your clit.

“Oh, fuck.” Your head falls back against the cabinet with a dull thud as you grind against Joel’s face. “Fucking god, oh-“

“Name’s Joel, honey.” Comes the smartass rumble from between your legs. “Say it with me now, ‘s not that hard.”

He shoves two thick fingers inside of you in one go, making you jolt with a squeal.

“Joel!”

“Theeeeeere we go.” He curls his fingers just right, bringing his mouth back down. “Atta girl.”

His lips wrap back around your clit. The sound of Joel slurping between your legs is obscene; the filthiness of it all has your toes curling and your pussy fluttering around his fingers.

“Knew you’d taste good.” Joel’s muttering and gasping between breaths, but you can barely pay attention to what he’s saying. “Prettiest pussy I ever saw. Knew she’d be sweet f’me.”

God, you’re already so close. His thick fingers are stretching you open, massaging your g-spot while he sucks on your clit. You’re a whining, moaning mess.

“Joel, please-“ The words come out as strangled gasp, your hips squirming against the counter. “I wanna, I’m so - please?”

Instead of answering you, Joel just doubles down. His fingers and mouth work together to bring you closer and closer to that edge until you’re cumming with a whimper, your cunt squeezing and gushing around his fingers. Joel licks up every drop and moans while he does it.

“Good girl, jesus.” Joel groans, pulling his fingers from you and sucking them clean. “So fuckin’ pretty when you cum for yer old man.”

Your thighs are shaking as Joel gets up off the floor, grunting when his knees crack. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, then leans in and kisses you hard. You moan into his mouth, tasting yourself on his lips as he slips his tongue past your own.

“Please let me fuck you, babydoll.” Joel pleads between kisses, his voice desperate in a way you’ve never heard. “Please. I need ta feel her milkin’ me, sweatpea. Need to be buried inside yer pretty cunt.”

Joel could ask you for anything right now and you think you’d give it to him. You’re nodding before he even finishes his sentence, your hands fisted in his shirt.

“Please fuck me, daddy.” Joel swears under his breath as soon as the pet name falls from your lips. “Show me what you’ve been thinking about.”

Joel steps back and yanks at his belt. The buckle clanks against itself as he opens it, popping the button on his jeans and shoving them and his boxers down in one rough motion. You pussy clenches around nothing wantonly at the sight of his cock - he’s big and thick, his cock framed by his soft tummy and greying pubic hair. His tip is leaking a ridiculous amount of precum.

“Oh, I’ll show ya, sweetheart.” He rests one hand on your hip, the other spreading his pre over his length as he draws closer. “Damn near came just from eatin’ ya. Can’t believe yer lettin’ this dirty old man ruin this pretty pussy.”

You moan when he rubs the head of his cock up and down your slit, slow and teasing. He taps his heavy cock on your clit once, twice, a third time just to watch the way your hips jerk.

“Shit.” His eyes are glued to the way your cunt flutters as he slides his cock over it, around it, dipping just the tip in before pulling it back out and repeating the entire process. “Lookit her blowin’ me kisses, honey. She wants her daddy somethin’ awful, don’t she?”

The way he’s talking is just making you even wetter, if that’s even possible. You just want him to put it in already but right now he seems keen on making your pussy a slick mess.

“Daddy.” You huff, pouting up at him. You feel like you’re gonna cry if he doesn’t stuff you full with his cock. You can feel your heartbeat in your clit. “Stop teasing me.”

“M’sorry, sweetpea.” Joel doesn’t sound sorry at all. “Just wanna take m’time with ya. Wanna savor this.”

He lets out a shuddering breath as he lines up his head with your entrance.

“Alright babygirl.” Joel cuts his eyes up to yours. “Take a nice, deep breath f’me.”

You take a slow, deep breath just like he asks. As soon as you start on the exhale, Joel pushes in.

Your nails dig into his biceps.

“That’s it, biiiiig stretch.” You choke on something between a sob and a moan when he bottoms out. An ache settles deep in your guts, your pussy stretching around him. You don’t even realize you’re starting to hyperventilate a little until Joel starts thumbing your clit.

“Hey, sh-sh-shhhhh. Slow breaths, sweet thing.” It’s hard, but you try to focus on his voice and relax. “There’s my girl. I know honey, daddy’s big, ain’t he? You’ll be okay. Yer a big girl, remember?”

You don’t get a chance to answer him, since he pushes his thumb in your mouth a second later. You drag your tongue over the pad and suck; Joel’s cock throbs inside of you.

“Fuck, what a good girl.” He pulls his hips back slowly, head dropping to watch the way he glides out of you. He takes his time pushing back inside just to watch you squirm. “Takin’ yer old man’s cock like you were made for it, honey.”

You can’t do much but drool and moan around his thumb when his thrusts start to pick up force and speed. The head of his cock nails your cervix with each movement, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt so goddamn full. It doesn’t help that Joel won’t stop running his filthy mouth.

“A boy yer age could never take care of ya like I can.” Joel pants, fucking into you harder like that might chase the thought away. “Lemme take care of ya, babydoll. You’ll keep this old man around, won’tcha? Let ‘im be yer daddy?”

“Yes, daddy, please.” You pop off his thumb with a gasp, blinking up at him with big, watery eyes as he fucks you towards another orgasm. “Pleasepleaseplease - I’ll be a good girl-“

“Oh I know you will, darlin’. Yer daddy’s perfect girl already.”

Joel thinks he died and went to heaven. Never in a million years did he think he’d be here, fucking you stupid on your kitchen counter. If he had a heart attack right now and died with his cock buried inside your perfect little cunt he’d die a happy man.

He’d rather not though. He wants to do this again.

Joel’s over the moon to know that his imagination was correct; you do get that whine in your voice when you’re close. He can hear it right now as you beg and babble nonsense at him. If only he knew you were as filthy as he is from the jump. He would’ve done this a lot sooner.

“Fuck, baby, listen.” The wet sound of his cock plunging in and out of you would make a pornstar flush. “This sweet little pussy’s givin’ her daddy kisses.”

He feels you clench around him and grins. Joel’s glad you like hearing him talk as much as he likes saying filthy things to you. He brings his hand down and starts rubbing tight little circles on your clit, the spit you left on his thumb adding to the mess.

“C’mon, kiddo.” He coos, his voice a little strained as he fights off his own release. What kind of gentleman would he be if he blew his load without making you cum again first? “I know yer close, babygirl. Give it t’me, c’mon. Make a mess on this cock. Give daddy something to clean up with those cute little panties.”

That does you in. Joel thinks you’re the most gorgeous girl in the world when you cum, your face scrunching up and those little ‘oh, oh, oh’s catching in your throat. As soon as you cum, Joel’s right behind you.

“Christ.” He hisses through his teeth, hips jerking in helpless little thrusts as he pumps you full of his cum. “Might just have ta make ya a cute little mama, make sure ya really stay with me.”

The little noise you make when he says that has Joel’s over sensitive cock throbbing inside of you. He can already feel his cum dripping out of you and making a mess on your counter. Oh well.

“Oh my god.” You’re panting, eyes dazed as you come down from your orgasm. Joel’s lips tilt up in a little smirk.

“I told ya already kiddo, it’s Joel.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Joel chuckles when you smack his shoulder. The effectiveness of your glare is severely diminished by the fact that your pussy is still fluttering and leaking around him. God, you’re too cute.

“That’s no way to talk to yer daddy, sweetheart.”

“My daddy can go fuck himself.” You suck in a breath through your teeth when he pulls out. Joel takes a second to admire the wreck he made of your cunt before pulling your panties out of his pocket.

“Joel!” There’s that bratty little huff he loves so much. You watch in disbelief as he starts mopping up your combined fluids with your panties. “What the fuck?”

“Just need a little somethin’ to keep me company later.” He’s shameless with it just to watch the way your cheeks flush. “When I’m thinkin’ aboutcha.”

“You’re disgusting.” You can try all you like, but you can’t hide the little smile on your face when Joel helps you down off the counter. He stuffs the soaked panties back in his flannel with a wink as you straighten out your sweater and skirt.

“Yeah, I am.” He smacks your ass when you wobble past him, grinning when you squeak. He bends over to grab your heels and tights with a groan. “But’cha love it, right babygirl?”

“Whatever.” He can hear the eyeroll in your tone as he follows you to the bathroom. “Do you want dinner or not?”

After dinner, Joel decides, as he starts running you a bath, he’s gonna put you through the mattress.

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How does this not have 99 billion likes HOLY FUCKING SHIT. This was SO GOOD.

[superhoeva]

inexperienced!simon can't last any time in general, even more so when you ride him in reverse. all it takes is a few peeks at how fucking wide he's stretching you before his eyes are rolling and he's gasping for breath.

"b-baby–oh, fuck," he whines, arching with a puffed chest to stuff himself all the way inside you to finish for a second time. simon watches the way he's splitting you open without shame, completely mesmerized. eyes hooded, his lips pout to babble out in a deep tone of fascination. "s'like a... fuckin' faucet."

you just look so full. all creamed up thanks to the cum that feels like it won't ever stop pumping and filled out with his cock. ass smushing back into him with wet plaps that he likes more than he knows he should

revese riding, you called it between kisses. yeah, si likes this one. enjoys seeing your bum up close like this and how deep his cock can reach when you're bouncing. he does misses your face, though. plus, there's nothing to snog on when he comes.

[4ngelarchive]

[iridreams]

Pt.2 Roommate!Simon Smut 18+, non-con, drugging, somno Pt. 1

• Roommate!Simon who still is unhappy with the situation. You are not reciprocating the way he wants to. You still try to build everything back up, after he broke it for you. Calling people, trying to converse, attempting to go back to work. And worst; you were going on a date like he didn’t finger your sweet hole days ago, left you a mess.

• Roommate!Simon who gets a little distant over the days and for some reason it tugs at your heart; like he didn’t already get you addicted to his touch, no matter how innocent he feigned it to be. So you try to talk to him, feel nervous and scared that you might have displeased him. And there goes your date, forgotten when you feverishly try to make it up to Simon, eyes teary when he still ignores you. Only when you start to wail, beg him to tell you what you did wrong, completely oblivious to the toxic nature of what you two have become, he caves a bit. Makes sure to still seem mad when he growls you to stay far away from other men. In your weak, brittle state you nod. Anything for him to like you again, to touch you again.

• Roommate!Simon who makes you some tea in the morning that has you feeling funny. Just a light headache suddenly turned into a blown-out heat burning in you. You’re dazed, hazy-minded when you search for him – a thing he is proud to have taught; always running to him if you had problems – find him in his room. He acts all unknowing, softly coos at you when you say that it burns so bad, that it’s itching and you want it to stop so bad.

• Roommate!Simon who acts like he doesn’t know what you mean, softly stroking over your tummy with his rough fingers as he asks you to explain while you feel like you’re going crazy. Slowly you take his hand, guiding it between your legs. It’s maddening with how innocently you look up like you weren’t making him cup at your pussy as you shyly whisper that it burns down there.

• Roommate!Simon who goes ‘oh, really?’ and gives your swollen cunt a rub. It has you tensing up, moaning when you realise it makes it better. He thinks you just go incoherent because you were overwhelmed, but no, when you turn to him, pupils blown wide, pink tongue out, fucking panting, he knows he put in too much of a dosage. Your eyes are all muddy, half-lidded when you grind down onto his thigh. Desperately getting off while your slick sickers through all the layers.

• Roommate!Simon who lets you, because it’s fun watching you pathetically following your own instincts, stripped down to the most primal, salacious ones. Meanly bumps his thigh upwards to make you whimper.

• Roommate!Simon who gets off on seeing you so drugged and helpless, presenting your puffy cunt to him, moaning for him to please, please, please help you. You need something inside of you, to cool you down, to stop this burn! But he is evil. He only gives you his fingers, has you overstimulated beyond repair while you cry, beg for more. The orgasm he gives you are too much. You just want your virgin pussy stretched out.

• Roommate!Simon who has never been in such a snug heat that felt too small for him to even attempt of fitting in. But he knows your cunt is flexible, made to take him. When he pushes in, your whole face freezes and your weak arms start flailing around. It was too much. You never even had anything inside yourself. Still spreads you out over his fat cock, laughs cruelly when you gargle around, choking on the finger in your mouth.

• Roommate!Simon who drinks up every cry. Every twitch of your pussy. You could barely manage to cry out his name, the thick girth rubbing in places you didn't know existed. The drugs made you so horny, but your body can only take so much. Another load of him inside of you and you softly pass out.

• Roommate!Simon who admires your pliant body, still impaled on his cock, as your body gives out. Genty keeps on fucking you for a good hour during which you come back every now and then. Your body is a mess, torn apart to be put back together, brain melted from the number he did on you. And still you’re so beautiful, rosey cheeks decorated with dried tear stains, so much cum flooding out of you. He can only smile, pushing all the warm cum back into you. He’d talk to you in the morning, where you’d be too sore to even move away from his strong arms.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

reblog if you would never let ai write fanfics for you

[amaranthinespirit]

pt. 1

it had been a long, hard day at the office. your feet were killing you, your back ached, and to top it off, your—male—coworkers were being misogynistic, cruel assholes. what was new?

the blissful silence of your apartment called your name. simon, your roommate, was gone on a mission. you weren't sure when he'd be back, but it allowed you to do whatever you wanted. blast music during weekends, lounge on the couch with your feet propped up on the coffee table (simon hated it when you did that), or walk around naked.

that last one especially.

you fumbled with your keys before managing to stick them in the doorknob, twisting and granting access to your living space. a wave of relief washed over you when you pushed the door open, threw your keys in the bowl by the front door, and kicked off those stupid heels you swore every time you'd never wear again.

making your way to the kitchen in search of the toy you put in the dishwasher that morning, you were desperate for some stress relief, and you knew just the way to do it. a warm bath, salts and essential oils with candles and music, and your perfectly sizeable dildo you, more often than not, pretended was your roommates. (its not your fault he gets you hot and bothered).

problems arose when you opened the dishwasher and found the rack empty. your heart sank, checking the bottom in case it fell. no luck.

"lookin' for sum'thin?"

you yelped in surprise, stumbling backwards into the counter whenever you whipped around towards the familiar, gruff voice. amusement obvious in his tone.

simon. he's back.

tall, clad only in a towel around his brute hips, he's leaned against the back of the couch.

and your glittery pink dildo is in his hands looking measly.

"give that back!" red, hot embarrassment flushed your face, and you stomped your way to him. fists clenched at your side as you refuse to meet his eye. that dildo had been inside you—numerous times—and not to mention, it was his name that fell from your lips as you stretched yourself open on that toy, and he's holding it.

god, how fucking humiliated could you get?

simon chuckled, the sound a deep, mocking rumble in his chest as he held it out of reach. "did ya leave tha' surprise in the dishwasher f'me on purpose?" he twisted it in his hands, inspecting the detailed replica of a dick. "this yer way of insulatin' you want m'cock to replace it?"

you bite down on your tongue, hoping to hide how your face reddens further. because yes, you do want his cock instead of that—sad—excuse of a sex toy (you convinced yourself it was big enough for you).

"no!" you sputtered out in denial instead, refusing to admit to your roommate you get off to the thought of him taking you.

"y'sure? awfully red, bird."

you nod.

his eyes narrowed, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he looked you over. "nah, use y'words." the order sent flutters over your entire body, already feeling the results of his authority.

your resolve weakens. you couldn't trust the words to come out of your mouth, but simon was a man of patience. he was military, it was his job to wait, to strike when the time is right. you couldn't wait him out to leave you alone on this topic, and the longer you denied it, the more he was going to press.

which is how you ended up on the coffee table, cowgirl style with the pink, glittery dildo suctioned to the material and stuffed into your pussy. your hips moved up and down with uneven thrusts, faltering to keep your balance due to the embarrassment.

simon sat across from you with widespread legs, not bothering to hide the massive tent under the towel he still wore. eyes glued to where your pussy glistens with how wet you are, soaking your thighs and the toy to the point where lube isn't needed. soft squelches and breathy moans fill the air.

your legs burn with the movement, trembling as you struggle to stay upright. you didn't want to resort to begging, but what choice did you have? simon was devouring you with his eyes allow—pupils blown wide and hand adjusting his cock every few seconds. his breathings gone heavy, and a soft, red flush coats the pale skin of his chest.

"simon..." you cringed at how warbled your voice sounded. "please."

his brows lifted in interest. "please wot, luv?" he teased, the crease in his eyes betraying the smirk under his balaclava. "use yer big girl words."

humiliation burned through you, but you already lost your dignity by fucking dildo on the coffee table like sort some of debauched stage with a one member audience. how could it get any worse when you asked him to fuck you?

"please, fuck me." you pleaded, hot tears welling in the bottom of your eyes. a thin layer of sweat coated your skin, and your hair was already sticking to yourself.

his amusement grew more obvious with the smugness in his tone when he asked, "with what, dove?"

internally, you groaned. this smug bastard was going to be the dead of you, and you have a mind to toss the dildo towards his face—and knowing simon, he'd like it.

"your cock. fuck me with your cock." with the words went the last of your decency but seeing simon move from his spot of the couch made your heart pound in your chest and relief to wash over you again.

a yelp escaped you when he ripped you off the dildo, tossing it across the room, where it most likely caused a dent that would be hard to explain to the landlord, and flipped you around faster than you could process.

his towel must've fallen off in that whole debacle because within a second, the head of his thick cock was pressed against your weeping entrance. desperate to be filled, your hips pushed back, earning you a hiss and a slap to the ass before he gave in to exactly what you wanted.

simon wasn't sweet about it. he was rough and callous, shoving the entirety of his lengthy, meaty dick into your pussy, forcing your walls to accommodate the thick girth. it burned in a delicious stretch, pain mixing with pleasure as he offered you no reprieve.

he was brutal with his thrusts, keeping you flat against the table with a large hand between your shoulder blades. the head of his cock brushed your cervix with every thrust, knocking the breath from your lungs every time with a strangled screech. his free hand clamped over your mouth, doing a poor job to muffle you, but it'd have to do.

"can't be havin' noise complaints, bird." he grunted, only pounding you with his cock harder as he hit a spot you didn't know could be reached.

simon's cock was obviously much larger—in girth and length—than your toy, offering a pleasure you had never known before. you felt so full, so complete as your mind became blissed out and numb.

after the first orgasm, the rest passed with a blur. each one mounted a new level of haziness to your conscience, the only thing able to leave your mouth was, "simon," and the only thing you could feel was him. his heavy cock, balls slapping against you, hands roaming everywhere he could reach—before landing one on your throat and the other on your clit.

your legs twitched and tingled, drool leaking from your lips whenever he had finally stilled inside you, spilling thick, pearly cum deep in your cunt with a throaty groan and a soft, "fuck, such'a good cunt. all mine, yeah?"

when he pulled out, you winced, sensitive beyond belief. your body thrummed with weariness and lingering need. his cum leaked from your pussy, and simon spread your cheeks just to watch it drip.

"fuckin' gorgeous." he grunted before standing.

wait, what? where was he going? you lifted your head with confusion, your vision still struggling to focus because he fucked you stupid.

was he just leaving you there?

a large hand pushed your head back against the coffee table. "stay. i'm gettin' a towel." it shouldn't have, but your heart warmed. he was staying, and that was all you wanted.

in the short time it took him to gather a damp towel for a basic clean up, your sight returned to normal, and you only realized now that the coffee table was not in its original spot. instead, it lay—rug dragged with it—nearly against the wall below the tv.

jesus. he had fucked you across the room, and the only thing you could think about is how you wanted more—with the way simon looked at you when he cleaned you up and took care of you, you didn't doubt he would provide.

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[dante-mightdie]

Butcher Simon the type of guy to feel you up when he gets you in his bed, complimenting how tender you are, how juicy those thighs are, and vaguely food-like things that you think you can brush off as just his weird dirty talk until he finishes inside and calls it stuffing, grabbing rope from his drawer. Idk. Prepare for the oven it’s thanksgiving.

no but he definitely has the weirdest dirty talk to the point it’s not even sexy. like at all.

and most of the time he’s not speaking loud enough to hear. just mumbling phrases about how warm you feel, how you’re ready to eat

and when he’s in his shop, spatchcocking a chicken, all he can think about is having you spread open for him like that. groping at your flesh and biting so hard you bleed for him

loves to mention how he likes his meat rare and bloody when he fucks you on your period

OKAY IM DONE I SWEAR

[iridreams]

Panty fucking Smut 18+, Age gap (old enought to call him Mister Riley, so like 15 years at least?)

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Simon doesn't know what it is - maybe the pseudo-innocence he could feign or an excuse he could ramble up if someone caught him with some girl young enough to be questionable - but despite his late night boners that didn't go down unless he rubbed his fat cock with dirty panties he stole from you, he just can't bring himself to fuck you just yet.

Your soul is pure, snow-white, looking up at him like he wasn't even to be considered a danger. Always so close, not even noticing your chest pressing against his arm was making his pants tent up vigorously. You look like the good girls they wrote poems about during the gothic eras, act no less than that. And still you didn't know better than to get your fingers burned on man's lust.

The moans you let out are nasty, obscene, soft noises pushed out of a virgin's body, as his cock slides against your clothed cunt. A grey patch were you were drooling into the cotton, his length not daring to breach the thin barrier. It's soft and warm, the little contact he has feeling more intense than anything he's ever done.

His tip kisses your clit through the frabric, your slick making it easy as it seeps everywhere. And your glassy eyes just roll back, your hands sinking into the bunched up fabric of your skirt. No man's been down there, not until Mister Riley from next door made you feel all tingly and good with his kisses.

"M-mister Riley-..."

Your cut up little words were music to his ears.

"Yeah, luv?"

"F-feels good."

Fuck it. He won't be inside you, but the friction from your panties wouldn't cut it anymore. With a sharp rip your undies are pulled apart, your whine silenced with a quick kiss until you were back to being pliant.

You were burning hot against his sensitive cock, precum leaking everywhere, one look at the glistening mess between your thighs enough to make him grind his molars, trying to stop himself from just pushing the bulbous tip into your tight walls. Of course you had to be so sweet about it, asking him if he felt good, too, asking about the weird tingle you get in your tummy when he starts rubbing against your clit more.

Cries echo off the walls when you orgasm washes over you, Simon no longer able to keep himself together. His hot, white seed spurts onto you, covering you with a string of pearly cum. The lowest droplet right against your clit, the higher ones just below your chest, resting on the soft plush. He thinks it's enough for now, that his hunger is satiated but your finger comes down, picking up his seed from your pink nub and bringing it to your lips, grimacing a bit when the taste is strong.

His boner comes right back and with how happily you keep staring at his cock he doesn't have a choice but do it all over again.

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Mmmhhh