come here sweetheart let me clean you up. no donât look at me like that we arenât going another round. i promise. i just want to taste the fruit of my labor. iâm just helping you out. oh are you still that sensitive? iâm sorry baby iâll go slower. i just really need to taste you one more time. getting you all cleaned up.
doesnât it feel good? i know youâre exhausted but it would be such a shame to leave you dripping like this. i can't let all that cum go to waste. i know you canât take it anymore but just hold still for me Iâm almost done.
oh would you look at that. youâre trembling at every single lick. iâm so sorry baby i really worked you into a sensitive state didn't i? you did so good for me tonight.
there. iâm all done cleaning you up. are you bucking your hipsâŚwhy are you pouting now? why are you whining at me like that. oh you want me to keep going? but i thought you were finished. i thought you couldn't take it anymore. you have one more in you donât you...
you just canât help it. it just feels too good. i know baby. i knew you had it in you to give me another one. youâre so generous for me.
What I really like about fingering is how it can feel so fucking close and warm and intimate. Gripping your hip and groping your chest and kissing your neck and pulling you in close while I slowly press my finger into you then gradually drag it back out over and over and over again until you're so overwhelming you can barely think. So fucking perfect. I need to feel how tight your hole flexes on my fingers, need to feel you gasp for air and thrust your hips back and forth, need to feel your body go limp, overwhelmed by the feeling of me probing your perfect little hole.
summary: youâre assigned to an average patrol with jacksonâs grumpiest resident, and though youâre less than pleased you know you can handle a couple hours with him. that is, until youâre both sprayed with some kind of pollen that causes things to take a nosedive.
cw: 18+, unprotected pinv, age gap (reader is 20 ish, joel is 50), joel is desperate and kinda needy (but so are you), nasty forest floor fuckinâ, dubcon because of sex pollen (but theyâre both VERY into it)
an: not proofread!!! two days down!! i have no clue if im actually going to find it in me to keep up with this every day butâŚ. a girl can hope đ i hope you guys enjoy this story!!!
Three days ago the weeksâ patrol routes were posted on the mess hallâs bulletin board, so you wasted no time checking your schedule. You were expecting to get paired with Kristen, or maybe Jared, two of Jacksonâs residents who were around your age and were your usual partners.
What you werenât expecting was to see your name on the whiteboard next to his. Joel Miller.
Youâd never patrolled with him before, but youâd heard the horror stories from Jesse. And Amanda. And even sweet Rachel, who never talked shit about anybody. He was a notorious hard ass. A nagging, grumpy old man in its truest form.
You tried not to huff and puff, bury your frustration under the guise of playing your part in the community. Giving back to the people whoâd taken you in just short of a year ago. You swallowed any nervousness or fear, reassuring yourself that you could handle the beast that was Joel Miller.
That brought you to now, a sunny spring Wednesday in Jackson. You and Joel had taken the Bear Lookout route, which was notorious for being the most boring route with the least action. But that was fine; you didnât mind slow days. Usually, itâd give you a chance to get to know your partner more, but it was clear that wouldnât be happening today.
Joel was like a steel trap, not even saying a single word since his gruff âmorninââ when you greeted him in the stables. And that wasnât for a lack of trying on your end, youâd attempted conversation a few times already, only to receive silence.
But that was fine. All you had to do was get through the next few hours, then youâd be home free.
You walked a few feet ahead of him, eyes flickering to the tree line every so often to check your surroundings. You werenât distracted, per se, but you let your mind wander somewhat.
It was amidst your daydreaming that you spotted it. Not an infected, but maybe something adjacent. It had the look of cordyceps, but took on a more plant-like form, curling around the base of a tree in a tangle of brightly colored vines and roots.
You paused, steps halting as you observed from afar. The plant was intriguing, the air around it almost shimmering. The view was enchanting, enough to make you draw closer.
You didnât notice Joel behind you, watching with growing curiosityâor maybe concernâas you approached the fluorescent plant. He said nothing, but he observed. Silently protecting, waitimg for something to go wrong.
You stepped closer and closer, as if you were entranced, reaching out with one hand to touch the plant. But Joelâs voice stopped you.
âWhat the hell are yaâ doinâ?â He demanded, stepping close enough that you could feel his presence at your back.
âI was justâŚâ
He cut you off with a firm shake of his head. âJust nothinâ. You never touch a plant you canât identify. âSpecially not one that looks like that.â
You huffed, cheeks heating with something like shame. âI wasnât! I was just going toââ
âWerenât gonna touch it my ass. You were reachinâ right for the damn thing.â
In the midst of your arguing, the two of you didnât notice the way the plant pulsed and throbbed, vines writhing strangely in their tangle. Then, the brightly colored bulb on one of those vines popped open, hissing out a huge cloud of sweet smelling, peachy colored pollen.
It was potent enough to immediately fill your nostrils, and Joelâs too, judging by the way he began coughing in sync with you. The pollen assaulted your senses, tingling the hairs of your nose and burning your eyes even after your attempts to blink it away. You and Joel ran away from the cloud, covering your mouths as you hacked and coughed.
âJesusââ Joel panted, smacking his chest with his closed fist. âSee? I told you this plant was bad news! If youâd just listenedââ
âHow the hell was I supposed to know itâs do that?â You asked with a rough voice, your throat beginning to burn along with your eyes. âI thought it was just a plant!â
âChrist. No fuckinâ survival instincts, I swear.â He grumbled, wiping at his face as if he could still feel pollen on his skin. Maybe he could, your face was feeling pretty itchy too. Now that you thought about it, your cheeks were hot and beginning to tingle oddly, no matter how much you wiped at them.
The heat was creeping down your face to your neck, then filling your chest and lungs. It brewed low in your belly, feeling similar to a building orgasm. But that couldnât be right, it would be completely preposterous. Then the heat continued lower. Between your thighs, running down your legs like lava, pooling in your feet. It was beginning to be unbearable.
You glanced at Joel for⌠for what exactly? Guidance? Some kind hope that heâd know what to do? Either way, he looked just as wrecked as you. His skin was flushed, chest heaving more aggressively now, like he was panting despite the fact that youâd both been standing here still for the past few minutes. Or maybe it was longer, youâd lost track of the passing time.
One glance down Joelâs body proved just how much he was feeling the effects of whatever it was thatâd hit you both. The tent in his jeans was prominent, and there was no way it was anything other than an erection.
You shouldâve felt disgusted, but instead the heat in your belly reached a fever pitch, turning to a gnawing ache. You couldnât help the whimper that left your lips, and Joel reacted like it physically hurt him.
âI donât⌠I donât know whatâs wrong with me.â He said roughly, scrubbing a hand down his beard before wiping sweat off his brow. âJesus. Iâve never felt like this before.â
âMe either. It mustâve been that plant. The pollen. The⌠fuck.â You mumbled, exhaling shakily. The ache was mounting now, getting stronger and stronger to the point of pain. You didnât know how to get rid of this, but it was becoming hard to handle. Nearly impossible.
Joel groaned, low and ragged as he turned away from you, clenching his fists. He looked like he wanted to do something, but he seemed just as helpless as you in this situation.
âStop makinâ those noises.â He growled whipping back around. You hadnât even realized you were making any noise, but needy whines had been leaving your lips. Joel stared at you for a long moment, the two of you deathly silent.
Then you both lurched forward at once.
When your lips met, it was less of a kiss and more of a fight for dominance. A clashing of teeth and tongues and occasional smashing of lips. Your hand tangled in his hair as his groped at your body. Running over your breasts and squeezing, grabbing at your ass as he ground you against his bulge. He was needy, practically humping against you like a dog in heat. But you werenât complaining, especially when he hitched your leg over his hip and ground his bulge perfectly against your clothed core.
The relief was immediate, though not enough to ease the heat and the ache and the pain. If anything, it made it all worse. Made you need more.
âJoel, fuck. Please. I need it so bad.â You pleaded, words muffled against his jaw as you planted spit-slicked kisses against his skin. âI feel like Iâm dying.â
He nodded, wasting no time sweeping you off your feet before he lowered the both of you to the ground. His knees creaked as he crouched down, but he paid his achy joints no mind.
His hands roamed your body more, snaking under your top to grab at your bare skin. The feeling of his callouses scraping against your ribcage, then the soft skin of your breasts was enough to have your back arching off the dirt, a needy moan slipping out. His fingers found your nipples, twisting and tugging with an almost expert experience. His knee landed between your legs, offering something for you to hump against. Again, even this wasnât enough to ease the need.
âJoel,â you whined, biting your lower lip.
âI know, I know.â He groaned, kissing down your neck and collarbones as his hand worked at the button and zipper of your jeans. He tugged them down roughly until they bunched at your ankles, leaving them there while he undid his own jeans.
His cock sprang out, rock hard and leaking. For somebody in his fifties, he had an impressive cock. Long, girthy, the perfect size to fill you up and calm the fire within you. You practically salivated at the sight of it.
He gave himself a few jerks, tugging at his cock with a groan before slapping it against your already soaked slit, the feeling having your hips jerking up and a moan leaving your lips.
A plea sat right on the tip of your tongue, but Joel beat you to it and slipped inside of you without any more preamble. You were both too needy for any kind of teasing.
The both of you moaned in unison as Joelâs forehead dropped to your shoulder, ragged breaths fanning against your skin. Then he grabbed one of your legs, bringing it up and hooking it over his shoulder before feeding the last few inches of him inside of you.
He was so big, stretching you deliciously with every inch of his fat cock. Then he began moving, and finally that ache inside of you began to ebb away just barely.
He pulled his hips back before pushing back in, panting against your neck. He built a steady rhythm, a wet plap, plap, plap sound echoing through the empty woods. Your back scraped roughly against the rocks and sticks in the ground, but it was quickly forgotten with each delicious stab of his tip against your cervix. He was hitting depths within you that no man had ever reached before, and the fullness was so amazing you could cry.
Each thrust was pure relief wrapped in ecstasy, rolled up in sunshine and rainbows and everything good. The pain was almost fully gone now, replaced by a mind numbing pleasure. Your nails raked against his back as a mother ragged moan fell from your gaping mouth.
âFuck, Joel! Donât stop!â You cried out, eyes rolling back in your head.
His thrusts quickened, his hips driving against yours with a relentless, punishing pace. He grabbed your other leg and brought it up and onto his other shoulder, briefly turning his head to press a kiss to the inside of your ankle before he draped his body over yours. You were both chest to chest now, and despite being fully clothedâaside from your bottomsâthe position felt intimate. His hand stroked your hair almost tenderly as he mouthed at your jaw, sucking a mark on your throat as he panted and groaned.
He was so vocal it was driving you crazy. Each groan, coupled with the drag of the veins on his cock against your gummy walls was enough to build your pleasure up and up and up. Soon enough, you were right there dangling on the edge.
Your moans were shrill, pornographic, downright feral, but you couldnât care less right now. Not when Joel looks so good on top of you, his eyes rolling back as he bit his plush bottom lip.
It was enough to have stars bursting behind your eyes, your thighs trembling on his shoulders while your orgasm hit you like a mack truck. He let out a curse before biting down on your shoulder and slamming in as deep as possible, his grip on you tightening as he came inside of you. His body trembled in time with yours, breaths coming out shaky and unsteady.
You were limp against the forest floor, Joel still on top of youâstill inside of youâas you both came down. For a few, blissful moments, you felt completely spent. Calm, at ease, satiated.
Then the ache came back, even worse than before. Joel groaned and made eye contact with you, his soft cock immediately hardening again.
feat. Joel Miller
áŻâ Being exposed to spores was usually a death sentence. But these spores are making you feel strangeâŚ
warnings! : NSFW 18+, afab!reader, jackson!joel, jealous!joel, dubcon-ish (under the influence of sex pollen), very brief f!masturbation, fingering, grinding, brief choking, dry humping, begging, finger sucking, cum eating, light degradation, spitting, clothed sex, unsafe sex, creampie, joel says the mask stays ON during sex, bad description of location because tbh i don't know where they are, tommy catching some strays (sorry bud)
áŻâ kinktober m.list || read on ao3
You hated patrols with Joel Miller.
Not because you hated himâfar from it, actuallyâbut because you always felt so useless when you were next to him. Joel was practically perfect at everything he did, the most capable person in all of Jackson. It was no wonder he was always getting placed on more complicated patrols. You, apparently, were just along for the ride.
Joel slings his rifle over his shoulder as he lifts up his arm for you to grab while navigating the unsteady terrain. Maria and Tommy had assigned you both to investigate a new area, one that lies much farther than anyone had patrolled before. Whispers of spores appearing had urged her to have you to confirm what exactly was out there.
(When you begged Tommy to switch shifts with him, he just chuckled and patted your shoulder.
âYouâll thank me for it eventually, hun.â)
Fuck you, Tommy, you think, refusing Joelâs help.
You then trip over a tree root.
âWoah there!â Joel shifts his body, to stop your descent to the ground. âGotta watch where youâre going, killer.âÂ
God, that nickname. He came up with it the very first time you patrolled with him, killing over a dozen infected in minutes. You just wanted to prove yourself, and he just throws it back at you with a silly little nickname.
When Joel catches you, the first thing you notice is how warm he is. With your head buried into his chest, you also get a good whiff of his natural musk. Catching yourself, you pull away and leap back quickly.
âSorry, I was justâŚdistracted.â
Joelâs smirk makes him look so smugânot thinking about you, dammit!--and it infuriated you so much you just had to put him in his place.
âWas thinking about something Tommy said to me.â
Joel whips his head around so fast youâre concerned he mightâve gotten whiplash.
âTommy? Whatâd he have to say to you?â
You werenât so oblivious to not notice how Joel's whole demeanor changed when you mentioned Tommy. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were narrowed in on your face, trying to gauge an answer from your expression.
But you werenât letting anything through. Knowing that there really was a way to get under Joelâs skin excited you.
You hissed. âIâd rather not say. It was kind ofâŚpersonal.â
âStop fucking with me. Whatâd he tell you?â
You rolled your eyes. âStop worrying about it.â You stopped in your tracks, noticing that you two had finally hit new terrain. âWe should be close.â
Both of you readied your guns, surveying the new area, clearly an abandoned town by the looks of the run-down buildings and cars. Thereâs what looks like a supermarket ahead, its glass door shattered and windows bordered up. Itâs most likely cleaned out by now, but it was worth a shot to check for some more surprise.
As you enter, all it takes is a second for you to be surprisedâjust a split second for an infected to throw itself to you, knocking yourself to the ground.
âFuck!â you yell, frantically trying to crawl away as it snaps at you. You manage to position your rifle as a barrier between you and its face just as Joel runs inside, sniping it with a quick headshot.
He runs over to you, pulling you to your feet with ease. âWe gotta go!â A cacophony of groans sounds from outside, alerting other infected to your presence.
âOh fuck,â you mumble, disoriented but following close behind Joel. You dodge various clickers and stalkers, shooting some whenever youâre able to get a good aim.
Joel eventually leads you to a large, dark building, hoisting you up a ladder and then kicking it off. The infected try to climb their way after you but to no avail. You two are able to get in shot after shot until all are dead.
You let out a breath, collapsing on the roof. Joel checks you over quickly, holding your jaw as he moves your head all around, inspecting your neck for bites. âYou okay? Bit?â
You swat his hand away, turning away from him and huffing. âIâm fine. I had it handled.â
He raises a brow.
âI did!â
He doesnât respond, waiting for more.
âBut, I guess I appreciate the backup soâŚthanks, Joel.â
He chuckles. âThatâs better.â
As you both catch your breath, you peer over the ledge, finally realizing just how the rooftop was from the ground. With the ladder completely useless as it lays beneath a pile of dead infected, you donât see another way out. âUm, Joel?â
He turns to you.
âHow the hell are we getting down from here?â
Joel looks around, before his eyes land on a trapdoor. âGuess we're going in.â
Standing back up, you rub a hand over your face. âI sure hope we have better luck inside than we did out.â
âWhen do we ever?â Joel unlocks the door and peers in. âIf we go in, thereâs no way weâre making it back up. Weâll have to go through.â
He jumps down first, gesturing to you to follow. You stumble as you do, Joel steadying you before surveying the scene.
âShit, get your mask on!â Joel orders, quickly pulling his out of his pack and securing it to his face. You fumble for yours, doing the same. Joel begins to walk further into the dark, dank room, the pungent smell of death alerting you both to spores being nearby. âThink this is what Maria was talking about.â
You can barely see in front of your face, but as soon as you catch some light you gasp and jump back, touching your mask and flinching when you hit broken glass. Fuck. Your mask mustâve broken when you fell back in the supermarket.
âJoelâŚâ you whimper, sounding more pathetic than you wanted to. He turns to you, eyebrows furrowed in concern, but quickly his expression turns to shock as you undo your mask and take it off your face.
âThe hell are you doing?â He practically shouts running over to you. You shove the mask into his hands.
âIt fucking broke,â you mumble, your voice wobbly as you try to prepare for the inevitable. âIâm screwed.â
Joel doesnât even hesitate as he begins to undo the straps of his own mask before you surge forward and restrain his hands.
âAre you fucking stupid? You need to get out of here! Youâve got important people back in Jackson, just leave me before I turn,â you spit out your words with as much venom you can muster, trying to mask your fear with anger.
Joel whispers your name, so vulnerably that your eyes well up with tears. âYouâre important, too.â
âFuckingâstop! JustâŚshoot me and get it over with, Joel,â you grit out. Defeated, you hold your head in your hands, not wanting to meet his eye.
Then it hits youâfast. A wave of nausea and heat passes over your body so suddenly that your legs give out and you collapse on the ground.
Joel reaches to help you up but you slap his hand away. âWhy are you still hereâŚâ you mutter, âyou got a death wish?â Your speech begins to slur as your body heats up. But then thereâs an odd feelingâarousal, it almost feels like. Your core pulses with need, confusion passing over your body. You definitely donât think that infection should feel like this.
âJoel,â you try calling out to him, but it sounds more like a pornographic moan than anything else. âI donât think these are normal spores.â
âWhat do you mean?â he asks hesitantly. He scans you over, seeming to also realize how you arenât showing the normal signs of infection.
âI feelâŚhot. Likeâyou know, in that kind of way.â
Joel seems at a loss of words at first, debating how to respond to you. âBetter than infected, right?â
âIâm serious, Joel. It fucking hurts. I canâtââ Your hand makes its descent down the front of your pants. âI need you. Please.â
Conflict fills his gaze as his eyes flicker to your moving hand, to your face, and back to your hand. âYou ainât in the right state of mind,â he starts, sounding unsure of himself. âWe gotta get you outta here and weâll figure it out once itâs safe.â
Anger and embarrassment surges through you all at once as Joel blatantly rejects you in such a dire time of need. You were desperate, you were hurt, and you were so fucking unbelievably horny.
âGod, fuck you, Joel,â you manage to grit out amongst the sweat and pain surging throughout your body. Your body was begging for release, and you sure as fuck were going to make sure you received it. âYou know what? If he were here, Tommy wouldâve helped meââ
Joel pushes you down, hovering over you. One hand encaptures your throat, holding you down without hurting you. The other moves down your frontside, swatting away the hand that you were pleasuring yourself with. His fingers toy with the tie of your pants, ghosting your stomach. âIs this what you wanted from me?â
You moan abashedly, arching your back to grind against his hand. âYes, fuck!â You cry out, not even caring how desperate you sound. All you could think about in that moment was getting Joelâs fingersâhis cockâinside of your aching pussy.
âSo fucking pathetic,â he growls, staying in place as he watches you frantically move your hips against him. He then pushes himself down onto you, his erection straining through his pants. Joel begins to hump your pussy, grinding himself back and forth against your clothed sex.
âSoaking yourself through your fucking pants. You want me that bad, huh?â Joel almost teases you with his thrusts, pausing in between each motion.
âPlease, Joel!â you cry out. âPlease fuck me.â Your hands claw at his back, a feeble attempt to draw him closer to you.
âI think I like you a lot better when youâre begging for me.â
Joel unzips his pants, shoving them below his knees with haste. He finally pulls down your bottoms, two fingers swiping the length of your clothed slit, gathering some of your slick in his hand. He brings his fingers to your lips. âSuck.â
You obey without a thought, swirling your tongue around his digits as he removes your panties. Your moan sounds out around Joelâs fingers as his cock finally pushes into you.
âShit,â Joel hisses, âyouâre sucking me in.â
Your pussy flutters at his words, mind hazy as you finally get the relief you were searching for. Euphoria surges through your body as he begins to fuck you, his cock stretching you wide.Â
He reaches places you never thought were possible, making you see stars.
âYou donât seem to be all that grateful that Iâm helping.â Joel glares down at you, jaw clenching underneath his mask. âI deserve a thank you, donât I?â
âThank you,â you whine, too focused on your pleasure to process exactly what heâs saying.
He thrusts into you hard, filling you up to the brim. âThat ainât good enough. Again!â
âThank you, Joel!â Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he pounds into you mercilessly. One of his hands moves to tease your clit, and you wrap your legs around him for some stability.
âThatâs better.â He maintains a steady yet harsh pace, skin slapping furiously as your moans fill the room. âBet Tommy couldnât fuck you like this, huh?â
You shake your head wildly.
âI canât hear you,â he warns, his hips beginning to still. His hand pulls away from your clit. It throbs achingly with the sudden removal of pleasure.
You whine out in protest. âOnly you! Only you, please!â You move your hips, struggling to move yourself on his cock to no avail.
Pleased with your answer, Joel grasps your hips and pulls you flush against him. He moves you up and down on him, controlling the pacing.
You feel a tight pressure in your abdomen, begging to be released. You claw at Joelâs arms as he fucks you, and he senses your release coming soon. His hand returns to your clit, rubbing it with an intensity youâve never felt before.
You feel the coil of pressure threatening to release. âOh fuck, Joel, right thereâŚâ
âThere you go baby, let it all out.â
His coaxing is what pushes you over the edge as you cum with a cry of Joelâs name on your lips. Joelâs own release comes soon after, with a short grunt and a pleasant warmth filling your core.
Itâs as if your orgasm was a magical healing potion with the way you suddenly feel all better. The heat you feel is no longer uncomfortable, but rather relaxing. You feel refreshed, almost.
Joel collapses next to you, and embarrassment washes over you as you replay the events of everything that just happened in your head. You cannot believe you actually acted like that.
âAlready back to this?â Joel comments. âThat was quick.â
Youâre glad he doesnât seem to be treating you any differently. âLetâs just get out of here and never speak of this again.â
âWe still need to give Maria a report. And Iâve got lots of things I need to say to you.â
âSave it for Jackson, please.â You playfully slap his chest. âAnd Iâm sure thereâs some things we can leave out of it. Unless you want me to tell Tommy howââ
âOkay, okay, enough of that. I know when I should admit defeat.â Joel chuckles huskily from behind his mask, the sound making your heart skip a beat.
You really aren't sure if you should strangle Tommy or thank him when you see him again.
Standing to pull your pants up, you try your best to ignore Joelâs cum spilling out of you. âGood. Letâs head out then. We should be able to make it back before dark.â
You start to head out of the room, not waiting up for Joel. âYouâre gonna be the death of me,â he mutters under his breath, although you still hear.
You smirk, knowing full well he canât see it. âHurry up, old man!â
He sighs, and you giggle, knowing exactly how to tease him on your way back to Jackson.
clit numbed. cunt numbed. cockwarming my dildo. i feel so floaty and peaceful. i can feel that iâm stretched and full, but every time i clench down thereâs no satisfaction or pleasure. all i can feel is how complete i am when iâm full of cock. iâd be like this all the time if i could
You told me you wanted me to tie you up. It took me a few seconds to be sure that you meant it, after all, we were just friends. Yes, we flirted a lot, recurring off-color jokes, but it'd never gone any further. It wasn't until we were finishing watching a series together in my apartment and you found the ropes I was practicing with last night that you confessed to me that you wanted to experience it.
âBut don't do anything dirty with me, huh? I'm not into this freaky stuff. I just want to know what you do with this.â
So I said yes. We finished watching the last episodes while I slid the rope over your body. First I made a design on your chest over your shirt while you made jokes about how depraved I was, that I was being "too nice" and that I could tighten more. So I did it. Then I bent your legs, spread them wide, and held them that way by tying them against the couch. I held your wrists against your ankles and little by little, you became more and more immobilized and your laughter became less frequent. But your smile didn't disappear, the expression was different.
It was turning you on, you didn't expect it to have this effect on you but no matter how much you try to avoid it, I can see it in your body language, in how you tremble with the touch of my fingers.
âDoes it feel good?â I asked you, even though I already knew the answer. My hands running over your chest, with your rapid breathing. âI thought you weren't into this kind of stuff"
You nodded your head, and my hand went straight to your crotch, resting it on the fabric of your jeans.
âThink of all the things I could do to you now that I have you helpless. No one is coming until tomorrow, I could keep you here aaall night⌠But you asked me not to do anything dirty to you.â
âNo, touch me please.â
âOh, I thought you had to be a freak to enjoy these things.â
Guiding you while you bounce on a suction cup dildo for me. Correcting your form, making sure your back is perfectly arched, your tongue out. Choking you and slapping your ass while you fuck yourself on it, training that perfect hole. You'd better learn to ride dick exactly how I like if you ever want to earn the privilege of feeling me inside you darling. Harder. You're not doing this for your pleasure, you exist for mine. There you go, bitch. That's exactly how I like it. Now be a doll and smile for the camera, sweetie.
if you want me to completely destroy you in every conceivable way, all you gotta do is say "no."
deny me my control, and i will regain it over you in any way i see fit.
disobey, and i will drag you by your hair across the carpet, kick you, punch you, slap you, yell at you, spit on you, smack your body from top to bottom until you're writhing in pain and begging for me to stop.
act like you're better than me, that you don't want me, so i can put you in your place and remind you that you're just a stupid human fleshlight and nothing more, that you don't even get to have a choice with your own body when you're with me. without daddy's guidance, you're just a miserable whore who deserves to be beaten and raped.
tell me i can't have you, and i'll fucking make you mine.
Got in trouble in school today ૮ę°â Ë â ŕžŕ˝˛ęąá me and my friends were a little loud in our classroom and had to get a lecture from my teacher...
The teacher was being such a bully to my friend and I had to defend my friend ofcourse! > < The teacher didn't like that at all though...
They told me to meet at their office after classes and so I went to the office and then he pushes me under his desk and shoved his adult cock in my tiny mouth saying "There, a better way to make your mouth useful"
Many teachers were in the office today and they couldn't help but stare at me!! > < I'm so embarrassed especially when my teacher came all over my hair and rubbed his cock clean on my face..
I'm scared of going to school tomorrow!! What if all of my teachers use me as their personal kiddo Fleshlight?!
I'm about to go study but I can't get the thought of someone forcing me to cockwarm them while I do my activities... ŕťę°ŕžŕ˝˛ď˝Ą- Ë -･ęąŕžŕ˝˛ŕ§§
I'll be writing my essay and I could feel them grind their hips while my pussy is stretched with their dick inside me, there's tears in my eyes as I beg them to pull out only for them to grab my waist so I could take the rest of their inches.
They'd slap my ass or thigh and tell me to finish my work so they can have their own fun with me so I try to finish a paragraph with my shakey hands.
But they get impatient so they pull out of me with their tip still inside and then thrust their whole length in my cunt in one go.
In and out, in and out... They'll thrust in my insides roughly with their hands gripping on my waist, pumping their dick inside me like a dog in heat.
I'd beg them to stop or even just slow down so I do and submit my work in time, they tell me "Do your work then, I don't fucking care you're just a lubed hole to me"
"Just ignore me fucking your boycunt and focus on your work yeah? I only care about your hole... Not you"
I want to rape you in front of your family so they can watch how much of a fucking slut you are while I bounce you on my cock and hear your little uh uh uh uh and barely suppressed moans.
Violate the good little girl they worked so hard to raise all these years, just to watch you drool your braincells out onto the floor while i break you into the new shameless fuckslut you're becoming.
They can hear your brain turning to mush with every wet plap your cunt makes as i pound it relentlessly with my hard cock.
Let's make our new family right in front of them â¤ď¸
Making you cockwarm my fingers while I gently cuddle you to sleep, whispering sweet little compliments in your ear while you doze off. How pretty you are, how nice your warm, wet hole feels on my fingers. How much I'm enjoying your needy little moans while you drift off. "Be a good pet and go to sleep now, darling. Even toys need their rest. And you're such a good toy. So so precious." No matter how much you whine and complain about how hard it is to sleep with fingers probing inside you, eventually you'll drift off like a good toy should.
Waiting for your eyes to close, your breathing to finally even out, for your body to relax completely before slide my fingers out of you and I cautiously exchange them for my cock. You look so pretty while you're asleep. I can't even stop myself from breeding you when you're so vulnerable. Slowly sliding it in and out of you until I can barely contain myself anymore. Until my thrusts grow harsher, less controlled. Until I can't stop myself from fucking you violently, forcing myself inside you, not even pretending to care about waking you up anymore. You just feel so fucking good, baby. Don't you dare fucking struggle. You know you're still my fuckdoll even when you're asleep.
Using a spreader bar to keep your legs forced apart, typing your hands behind your back, and bending you over so you're face down, ass up like a pretty little fucktoy, then using a vibe to force you to cum for me again and again and again and again and again until your pretty little brain goes numb and fuzzy from the unrelenting blissful anguish.
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