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joel miller is the kind of boyfriend that turns into the most twisted, cock-hard pervert the moment your eyes flutter shut and your breath turns deep and even. yeah, just as i said. that filthy old man canāt help but find utterly arousing the sight of you sleeping soundly next to him, all soft and calm and defenseless under his hungry gaze. his love for you twisting into something so depraved and corrupted that makes his heart ache with guilt even as he leaks pre-cum at the thought of taking you like that.
you, his precious little baby, all curled up under the sheets, innocent and trusting in that threadbare tank top that clings to your perky tits like a second skin, and those tiny sleep shorts that ride up just enough to expose the plump curve of your ass cheeks, completely unaware of the dirty thoughts running through your boyfriendās mind.
he knows he should let you rest, poor thingāended up exhausted from patrolling all day, but fuck, the way your bodyās just begging to be fucked raw while youāre out cold sends a sick thrill straight to his throbbing dick, making him feel like the dirtiest man alive for wanting to defile his sweet girl without her even knowing.
he starts gentle, of course. so fucking careful not to wake you, because waking his baby would shatter him with shame āhe loves you too damn much to disturb your peace just to satisfy a stupid egoist need of hisā so if somehow those pretty little eyes were to open mid-thrust, heās sure heād cradle your face and apologize a thousand times if needed.
but being the bastard he is, that doesnāt stop him from sliding a rough hand under the covers, ghosting over your silky thigh with his fingertips and parting your legs as slow as he can ātil youāre spread just enough for him to settle between them on his knees. his heart rate would increase as soon as his eyes fell upon your perfect pretty pussy, peeking from under your tiny shorts. heād tug the fabric aside with trembling fingers, exposing those puffy outer lips, all smooth and glistening already from whatever wet dream you were lost in, your tiny clit hooded and begging for attention, that tight slit so small it almost looks virgin-fresh even after all the times heās ruined it.
āfuck, darlinā, look at this juicy little cunt,ā heād breath to himself, voice a gravelly hush as he spreads your folds wide with two thick thumbs, pulling them apart until your inner walls flutter open, revealing that slick, pink heaven insideādripping with your creamy arousal. the scent would hit him like a drug, making his mouth water as he leans in close, hot breath fanning over your exposed hole.
heād definitely be obsessed with how fuckable youād look like thatāall knocked out with a man inches away from your most sensitive part, staring intensely at every little quiver and every bead of fluids that seeps from your depths. his cock would twitch hard against his boxers at how tiny you are compared to his much bigger frame, and he bets youāre gonna stretch so obscenely around his thick girth later, but first, heād dip a single calloused finger in, slow and tender, swirling through your sopping wetness until itās coated in your sticky mess. then, heād push it knuckle-deep into that snug channel, feeling your velvety walls hug him like a vice even in sleep. youād let out a soft, sleepy sigh in response, shifting just a bit as he freezes. guilt would instantly gnaw at him, though it wouldnāt be enough to make him stop. āshh, baby, daddyās got youāaināt gonna wake ya, promise,ā and just like that, his urges would possess him once again.
heād add a second finger and start scissoring gently to open you up, your pussy squelching wetly around the intrusion, fluids gushing out to soak his palm as he curls them against that spongy spot that makes you see stars.
afterwards, when he thinks youāre more than ready to take him, heād pull his fingers free with a filthy pop, strings of your slick connecting them to your hole, and then shove them into his mouth, sucking greedily like a starving man, groaning low at the bittersweet taste of your drooling cunt. but of course, he needs more ācraves to devour you whole while youāre helplessā so he lowers his head, flicking out his tongue to trace your spread lips before plunging deep inside that tiny opening, as far as he can go, lapping at your inner walls with slow strokes, tongue-fucking you gentle but relentless, slurping up every drop of your arousal as it floods his mouth.
by the time heās fully eating you out, his chinās already a fucking mess, coated in juices and spit that create a sloppy rivulet that runs all the way down to your ass, lubricating unintentionally the ring of muscles in there. your body would betray you in sleep, squirming restlessly to seek more of that unknown pleasure, all while your throat starts making those cute little sounds that drive him crazy.
and in response to the intense stimulation youāre experiencing, your pussy would gush more cream into his mouth, making him growl into your entrance, āsuch a nasty little baby even while dreaminā, milkinā my tongue like your body knows daddyās usinā yaāfuck, i love this tight hole so much.ā
and just when the pressure in his balls becomes almost unbearable, heād finally free his aching cock, veiny and thick as your wrist, the bulbous head angry-red and weeping pre-cum that he smears over your clit in careful circles, watching it swell under his touch. heād line up at your entrance, fat tip sliding through your slit in an almost tortuous way, and push in agonizingly slow, inch by fat inch, your walls yielding with a wet stretch that has him biting his lip bloody to stay quiet, feeling every ripple as you take him despite the impossible fit.
āgoddamn, baby, takinā daddyās big cock like the good girl you areā mhmmā¦ donāt wanna wake ya, but fuck, youāre grippinā me so tight,ā heād whisper hoarsely, bottoming out with until his balls are pressed flush against your ass, pubic bone grinding your clit as he rocks gentle, deep, the bulge in your tummy rising under his palm where he presses to feel himself claiming you from inside.
heād fuck you like that, tender thrusts building to a restrained rhythm, your pussy creaming around his shaft in obscene squelches, fluids soaking the sheets underneath as he fights the urge to pound you awake.
thereās still guilt in his eyes, but the thrill makes him throb harder, pounding silently until your unconscious body tenses, spasming in a silent orgasm that milks him dry. he chokes back a roar, flooding your depths with thick, hot spurts of cum, so much it backflows around his cock in creamy rings, dripping messy from your stuffed hole as he pulls out slow, watching it gape and pulse with his seed leaking out. āmy perfect, litte baby,ā heād murmur, tucking you back in with a tender kiss to your forehead, cock still half-hard at the sick beauty of it all.
father figure joel where heās the only good thing in ur life in Jackson and having the biggest crush on him and being bullied bc of it but he looooves it
warnings: fauxcest, reader calls Joel Dad, Joel calls reader kiddo, Joel is readerās father figure but itās mentioned theyāre not related, teasing/bullying by strangers, Joel gets off on everyone knowing you have a crush on him, frottage
You moved in with Joel a while ago, back when the nights were so cold only a few houses were insulated well enough to make life in Jackson bearable. Everybody had to share their homes and privacy for a couple of months, and out of all the roommates you could have been assigned, Joel was definitely your favorite.
You both kept to yourself in the beginning, Joel sleeping on the couch downstairs and you in his bed, but thereās only so much time two people can spend living together before they start to get to know each other. Joel shook you gently by the shoulder when a nightmare tormented you, and you brought him food and tea for a week when he had a bad case of pneumonia.
Youāre not dressed warm enough, he told you one day when you were on your way out to go to the Tipsy Bison. Go put on another sweater, kiddo.
Alright, Dad, you said with an ironic roll of your eyes, and although it was a joke, you noticed something flicker across Joelās face. From then on, something changed. He became more attentive towards you, made you breakfast before he left for patrol, knocked on your door to say goodnight every evening.
You enjoyed it more than you should. There werenāt many people your age in Jackson, and it was easier to let Joelās quiet care wash over you, than try to find something similar elsewhere. So you found yourself thinking of how he squeezed your shoulder with his big palm every time you had a hand between your legs, how his deep voice said your name and called you kiddo. It was messed up, but after a while of indulging, nothing else could get you to finish. Doing that in Joelās bed made your cheeks burn with shame, but it only added to the fire in your stomach.
Tommy caught on, of course. Teased you for it endlessly, you have a crush on all your Dads? You know, Joelās never gone home with anyone from the Bison, I reckon youāve got a chance. Youāre lucky he canāt legally adopt you, or youād be in a bit of a predicament, huh?
These comments were usually accompanied by a good natured pat on the back, and you always laughed, right, Tommy, Iāll keep that in mind. You didnāt mind, you knew Tommy only joked like that because he had no idea just how well he had seen through you. When someone overheard his teasing, you thought nothing of it.
***
Joel knows, of course. It would be hard to miss, the way your breathing hitches sometimes when he touches you, the sounds from behind your closed door when you think heās asleep. His brother is an ass sometimes, but heās not wrong, not this time.
Of course Joel tries not to indulge you. He doesnāt blame you, either, his own brain has been warped by the apocalypse, too, and heās glad your little fantasies donāt seem to be of violent nature. So he tries not to treat you differently because of it, keeps making you breakfast and bringing you little trinkets whenever he finds something pretty on patrol.
People have started joking about your little crush with him. Rubbing elbows at the Tipsy Bison, I heard that kid of yours is in deep, huh? He always laughs, shakes his head, answers something that takes the heat away from you. You donāt deserve to be bullied or made fun of, he wonāt allow it. Not while youāre his kid.
He doesnāt tell anyone about the way it makes his cock all heavy while he walks home to you after one too many glasses of whisky. Tells himself itās the warmth and comfort of the bar, not the comments about the way you blush every time he looks at you. Still, he adjusts his jeans before he unlocks the front door, his fat bulge all too visible, even in this light.
āHi Dad,ā you say and flash him a grin from the couch, all bundled up in your favourite blanket, a book in your lap. Joelās cock gives a weak twitch, and he thinks he might have to try shooting himself again.
āHi sweetheart,ā he drawls instead, taking off his boots, āwhat are you still doinā up? Thought youāve got the early shift in the kitchens tomorrow.ā
āI do, but I started David Copperfield,ā you answer, holding up your battered hardback. Joel sighs, slips out of his jacket, and walks over to you, his joints cracking when he sits down on the couch.
āTen more minutes, then,ā he answers, palm brushing over your shin. Even this innocent touch over your blanket is enough to make you shiver, and Joel feels his by now fat cock pulse in his boxers. He canāt wait for you to finish the chapter, so he can relieve himself of this pressure.
āWill you wake me tomorrow?ā you ask with a yawn, āI always oversleep.ā
God, how glad he is sleep comes so easily to you. He can barely go a day without waking before the sun is up.
āSure thing, kiddo.ā
āThanks, Dad,ā you mumble, and Joel closes his eyes very briefly. Itās a joke, a nickname. Itās definitely not meant to make him almost come untouched in his jeans like a fifteen year old.
āIāll put you to bed,ā he says, getting up with a soft sound of discomfort. You like to be tucked in, and Joel likes the way you look when youāre all tuckered out.
You tell him youāve brushed your teeth already, as he walks up the stairs behind you. Hop in, he tells you, holding up the blanket for you. You hesitate, eyes all wide and hopeful.
āWill you stay with me tonight?ā
He should say no. He should jerk off in the bathroom, pray for an hour, and leave Jackson forever.
āSure,ā he says instead, and you make room for him. He climbs in, glad the sheets cover his not so little predicament. Thatās when you slide over to him, pressing your face into his side like youāre a dog nuzzling him, and without thinking about it, he turns onto his side to spoon you.
Your eyes go wide, and Joel feels like every drop of blood has left his body. You can feel it, his heavy and fat cock pressing up against your body, and despite the horror he feels, itās also a relief. Finally itās getting what it wants, your heat and pressure and touch.
āJesus, kiddo, Iām sorry,ā Joel mumbles and shifts his hips away from you, but you follow his movements, and Joel canāt help the grunt escaping his mouth, when you start to grind against him. You whimper in response, something that sounds suspiciously like Dad, and he really really shouldnāt, but he slides his hand down your stomach. He can tell how aroused you are, it would be plain cruel not to help you out. And Joel Miller isnāt a cruel man, though he knows heās not a good one either.
Summary: to your dismay you run into your hot ex husband at a supermarket parking lot and at first glance it seems that Joel just wants to chat but as you two are sharing memories of the past life, you realize that talking isnāt the only thing on his mind.
Tw: +18, mdni, smut, a touch of angst but we donāt dwell on it, non outbreak au, Joelās a sexy asshole, mention of Joel x reader x Tommy, mention of mfm, reader is pissed at Joel, implied infidelity, hate fucking, one use of ādaddyā, public but not caught, f!oral, pussy slapping (1), cum eating, piv, degradation kink, praise kink, swearing.
Word count: 2,8k
A/n: I saw this post by @cupofzo last week, got feral/inspired and wrote this story. Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and helping me when I got stuckš Pedro edits in the mb by @/rominaās blog on Pinterest. Dividers by @strangergraphics š
MASTERLIST
Fuck!
You duck down behind an open trunk of your car in a supermarket parking lot and quickly push your grocery bags inside. Hopefully Joel hasnāt noticed you. He never noticed shit anyway ā your bad mood, your worries, your heartbreak. Itās one of the reasons heās your ex husband now.
Apparently Joelās āgo toā shopping item hasnāt changed, you think and shake your head, seeing him load packs of beer into his car. Youāre frozen on the spot, trying not to attract your exās attention, but to your dismay the fucker turns around and heads into your direction.
Shit! You curse under your breath, straighten up and watch him stride towards you with his usual āI know Iām hotā attitude, confidence in every step. They call it āBig dick energyā. The worst part is that he really IS that hot. And he IS hung. Itās a pity that such a nice cock is attached to a total prick.
Thereās no point in hiding now so you slam the trunk shut and greet the approaching man with the fakest smile you could pull.
āHeyyyy,ā you sing in a high pitched voice you know he hates. Not taking his sunglasses off, Joel nods at you, his plush lips spread in a lopsided smile. Heās leisurely chewing a gum and your gaze slides along his scruffy jaw which is flexing in such a sexy way you get mesmerized by the sight. Itās doing something unexplainable to you but you quickly remind yourself who youāre dealing with. Itās Joel. Itās your past. The past that hurt you.
Your pussy gives no fucks though and your panties dumpen exponentially the longer youāre looking at your ex. Ugh! A traitor!
āGood to see you, baby,ā Joel smirks, stopping in front of you and shoving his hands in his jeans pockets.
Donāt stare at his forearms, you beg the horny goblin inside you but itās impossible not to take a peek at them with his sleeves rolled up, so you treat yourself before hastily lifting your gaze up to his covered eyes.
āCanāt say the same,ā you throw, not smiling anymore.
Joel sneers and when you try to walk past him he steps to the side, not letting you leave, and coos, his arms open to you,
āTalk to me, beautiful. Havenāt seen you in a while.ā
āWe met at Jessyās party,ā you grumble and he nods,
āYeah but we barely shared a few words.ā
āThat's how I like it,ā you bite, ready to tell him to fuck off but Joel takes his sunglasses off and stares at you with those puppy eyes of his. They used to work on you months ago. Nowā¦ not so much.
āDrop the shit, Joel. I bet you have enough babes to talk to.ā
You cross your arms in front of your chest and raise your brow, expecting him to act all innocent, to deny the fact that heās a total slut. But Joel doesnāt do any of it. Instead he gives you a cheeky smile and changes the topic.
āWhatcha doinā here, sweetheart?ā
You roll your eyes.
āWhat dāyou think? Grocery shopping.ā
Joel slowly nods, still chewing his gum, not tearing his eyes off you even for a second.
āMe, too. Got some stuff for tonight. Havinā the boys over.ā
Yeah, that would explain all the beer, you think.
You squint your eyes and your lips tighten at the mention of his āboysā, a group of his fellow pricks who surely call you a bitch every chance they get.
As if reading your mind Joel says, his head titled,
āThey miss you by the way.ā
You laugh exaggeratedly,
āYeah, right!ā
Joel shifts his jaw and then steps closer to you. He puts his big hand on your waist between your shirt and your jeans, and your heart skips a beat as you feel his hot palm on your exposed skin there.
āTommy still talks about that night the three of us had. Remember?ā
Joelās eyes darken, heās watching you closely, and you hate to give him any reaction but your whole body tingles and your chest starts heaving when images from that drunken night pop into your mind ā youāre riding Joel, Tommy's fucking your mouth; they both eating you out, taking their turn to lap at your pussy, their spit mixing on your drenched clit and folds.
Trying to shake off the horny fog in your head, you avert your eyes from Joel and stare at a big supermarket sign.
āUh-huh,ā you mumble, feigning nonchalance. āWe were drunk.ā
āThe next morning we werenāt,ā Joel reminds you with a playful smile.
You shift on your feet, an ache in your pussy getting harder to ignore. That lazy morning fuck was great. Waking up between your husband and your brother-in-law, with their arms wrapped around you. Both fighting for your attention, for your holes, they made you come hard on their cocks and tongues. That was the last time you let Tommy join Joel and you in your marital bed. Scared of things getting too complicated you stopped it. Who knew that Joel would ruin it all anyway.
Joel watches you intently, surely knowing that youāre wet now. He could always smell it on you like a shark smells blood in the water. Joel gently squeezes your side and muses,
āWe used to have lots of fun.. you and I. Were so damn good together.ā
His voice is soft, full of nostalgia andā¦sadness? Suddenly his tone makes your blood boil and you finally look at him, your eyes fiery again.
āWe were. Until you fucked everything up.ā
Youāre glaring at him and Joel drops his head, his hand leaving your side.
āYeahā¦ I did.ā
He takes a deep sigh and you want to punch him. Your cold eyes are set on your ex and your wounded heart craves to see him crushed, miserable, regretful. You want him to beg for your forgiveness for the rest of his life.
But itās Joel.
He doesnāt wallow in negativity for long, and instead of welling up with tears like you want them to, his eyes start slowly sliding up your body. They linger on your cleavage for a moment before reaching your face.
āYouāre fuckin hot, baby.ā
After years of knowing the man, youāre still shocked by his head-spinning mood change. A second ago he looked like a kicked puppy and now all he wants is to hump your leg.
You laugh bitterly, dropping your arms at the sides.
āJesus, Joel, youāre something else.ā
He mistakes your reaction for a genuine joy and chuckles,
āYeah, you aināt wrong, sweetheart.ā
Youāre shaking your head and then lift your eyes to the sky, not believing that you let your pussy choose a husband for you years ago, having ignored all the red flags.
Joel doesnāt let it go.
āIām not fuckinā with you, hon,ā he purrs. āYouāre the hottest woman Iāve ever fucked.ā
You tilt your head and sigh.
āJoel, stop it. Please.ā
āNo, listen,ā he rises his hands, palms to you, and with his eyes big and dark says,
āNo one, I repeat, no one made me as hard as you did.ā
āYay me,ā you deadpan.
āItās the truth,ā he says, his expression serious.
āāK,ā you shrug. āI donāt care.ā
āYeah, yeahā Joel nods. āI blew it, I know. But the taste ā¦ā he inhales through his teeth and you frown.
āWhat?ā
Joelās hand snakes behind you and he puts it on your lower back before leaning in and whispering in your ear,
āYour pussy.ā
āOh, fuck off!ā You slap his chest, your hand hitting his strong pecs.
āIām serious. Your taste, baby.. itās like I had to quit smokinā. I canāt stop thinkinā about it. Sometimes..,ā he moves close and his lips brush your ear as he murmurs, āSometimes I still feel it on my tongue. Soft, hotā¦ delicious. Your perfect pussy. Ahhhhā¦ Miss it so goddamn much.ā
You HATE to admit it but whatever heās doing is actually working. Youāre a mess, getting dangerously horny and needy. Joel could always turn you on from 1 to 100 in seconds and heās doing it now, months from your divorce.
With his body close to yours, your heartbeat increases and youāre breathing fast, enveloped by his smell, by the heat of his body.
āJoel, stop,ā you beg him but he doesnāt.
He tilts his head, his eyes meeting yours and gruffs,
āWould give the world to have it on my tongue again. Wanna drink from your hole.ā
Youāre feeling light-headed as Joel takes your earlobe in his mouth and sucks on it lightly.
āI hate youā¦ā you breathe out and moan when he presses his strong body to yours, his arms snaking around your torso. Itās hard to think straight when heās doing this and you pussy purrs, āMaybe .. he could ā¦ just a little ā¦ just to make you come ā¦ā
āLet me kiss herā¦ one last timeā¦ā
Not waiting for you to answer, Joel takes your hand and heads to his car. Youāre following him across the parking lot like a damn dog, head dizzy, mouth salivating, pussy wet.
If someone told you this morning that you were going to let your ex husband eat you out in a supermarket parking lot, youād laugh in their stupid face.
No way in hell!
But your pussy is full of surprises. Itās also full of Joelās tongue right now whoās having your half lying in the back of his car, your jeans and panties on the floor, your knees pressed to your chest. Joelās holding your legs in place with his hands, helping himself to make out with your cunt.
Heās always been a loud eater so the car is filled with lewd slurping noises and your soft moans.
āLook at āer cryinā for me, baby. She missed daddy, huh?ā he mumbles, his lips glistening with your slick.
You reply with a needy whimper and he smirks before pushing his tongue between your folds. Joel slowly drags it up, gathering more of your wetness on his tongue, and flicks your puffy clit with his tip. Then his hot wet muscle slides down to your empty hole and thrusts inside. Your eyes flutter close when he starts fucking you with his tongue, his thumb and his index finger holding your folds open.
āHngggg,ā Joel growls with animalistic hunger and the vibrations against your pussy send you into a frenzy. Youāre biting your lip, keeping yourself from crying out loud when he starts sucking on your clit.
āJoelā¦ā you mewl and your ex smirks.
āFuck, missed you moaninā my name like this. Such a good girl.ā
āI hate you,ā you repeat weakly and Joel chuckles and then spanks your puffy cunt making you yelp. He kisses it better immediately and begins moving his jaw up and down, while his tongue is rubbing your pussy.
A few seconds of this heavenly sensation are enough for you to unravel. Your ex happily licks off every drop of your wetness thatās flowing out of your clenching hole, humming at the taste, his eyes closed with pleasure. Joelās tirelessly prolonging your orgasm and for a second you feel grateful.
When his tongue starts hurting you, you push Joel away and drop your legs. Youāre sitting there ass naked, panting heavily, eyes shut, heart pounding in your ears.
āMy turn,ā you barely hear Joel speak. āCāmon, show my cock how much you missed āim,ā
You flutter your eyes open and see Joel unzipping his jeans and pulling his hard member out. Hello, old friend. Itās reddish and engorged, leaking pre cum down the thick shaft. You still remember his taste, the heaviness of it on your tongue, the way it used to fill you so perfectly. You miss it.
āFuck it!ā you think, riding the high of an afterglow, and ask, āGot a condom?ā
āSure, baby!ā
With his dick bobing, spilling pre fuck juice everywhere, your ex gets off the seat and reaches for the glove compartment. He rummages there for a few seconds and then plops back on the seat, holding a condom between his teeth.
Not waiting for an invitation you straddle his naked thighs, your eyes darting around the parking lot through the window.
āIf we get caughtā¦. swear Iāll kill you,ā you grunt while Joelās sliding the condom on.
As soon as heās ready you lift your ass and sink on his big cock.
Ahhh! You missed this sensation. Joel opened you up well with his tongue but the stretch still makes you gasp. The pillow of his balls feels so nice against your spit-covered pussy, warming it up perfectly, and you sigh.
āYeah, welcome home, baby,ā Joel moans and drops his head back, his mouth open in pleasure. Squeezing your asscheeks with his big hands he breathes out, āSo tight. Best pussy ever.ā
Already feeling yourself on the brink of euphoria, just from having him inside, you start riding him.
āYouāve surely done your research,ā you half moan half grunt, rolling your hips slowly at first, getting used to his huge dick stuffed inside you but at the back of your mind you hate that he gets to have you again.
āCome and get the hell out,ā you tell yourself and pick up your pace.
You hate how perfectly he fills you, hate how gorgeous he looks - his dark eyes half lidded, clouded with lust, his plush wet lips are luring you in for a kiss.
You canāt. You shouldnāt. Itāll hurt too much later.
Instead of kissing Joel, you lean down and suck in the skin on his neck. Joel hisses and bucks his hips up into you, sending his cock deep to kiss your cervix.
āBaby likes it rough now, huh?ā he gruffs, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
You leave his question without an answer and with a content smile watch a hickey bloom on the column of his neck.
Lust for him is burning your lower belly alongside your anger and itās impossible to tell one from the other. One hand planted on his strong chest, the other flies up to his head and you run your fingers through his silky curls before tugging on them roughly.
āCouldāve had this pussy on your cock every dayā,ā you mutter through heavy breaths as Joel grunts. āAny timeā- any moment ā now all you get is a hate fuck in a parking lot..ā
Joelās eyes locked with yours gets serious and for a second you see regret behind them.
āYou donāt hate me, do ya, beautiful?ā He breathes out quietly. Your furrow your brows at his stupid question, tighten your fist in his hair and order,
āShut up and make me come.ā
Joelās chest rumbles, his eyes darken, and he gets to work ā his thumb finds your clit and he begins swirling it with the perfect pressure and perfect tempo.
Heās a total dick but oh god! heās always been great at getting you off.
Still bouncing on his cock and not slowing down for a second, you lean back slightly and a moan falls from your lips when his fat crown begins massaging your soft spot.
āYeahhh, give it to me, baby, I know youāre close. Your little clit twitches like crazy."
Joelās encouragement makes your pussy clench and you squeeze your eyes shut as a hot wave, rising fast in your lower belly, covers you whole. Your loud cry rings in Joelās car and youāre shaking on your exās lap, coming on his hard cock.
āHnggg..Thatās my gā-,ā Joel chokes and stills. His arm muscles tense, his fingers dig into your asscheeks, and he begins filling the condom inside you with warm cum. You feel his dick thump deep in your core, your walls pulsating around it while your pussy is draining his balls.
As soon as you're done you get off Joelās lap, not caring if you hurt him. Instead you smirk when he hisses and mumbles, āCareful, baby.ā
You pick up your panties and jeans and start putting on your clothes. Sensing Joelās eyes on you, you look at him. With his head against the backrest, his eyes sleepy, his lips in a soft smile he purrs,
āThis was amazinā. We should do this again some time.ā
āNo,ā you say as lust leaves your belly and your head clears up.
Joel pushes his lower lip out and pouts dramatically.
āWhy not?ā
āFuck you thatās why,ā you scoff with a smile and get out of the car.
Before leaving you bend down and ask,
āIs Jeff gonna be at yours tonight?ā
Joel carefully pulls the cum-filled condom off his softening cock and frowns, gathering his thoughts for a few seconds.
āYeah, sure. Why?ā
āWell, you might ask your best friend about that time he sent me his dick pic a week after our wedding.ā
āWHAT?!ā Joel exclaims and drops the condom, spilling his load all over the car floor. He curses loudly as you smirk and close the door with a loud bang.
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could we get a lil drabble on how joel would react to needy reader waking him up in the middle of the night pawing at him because she needs just her old man to put her back to sleep
warnings: fauxcest, reader calls Joel dad, Joel calls reader kiddo, unspecified age gap (I imagined 60 & 20s), somnophilia, which means inherently dubcon but super mild and everyone is into it, grumpy old Joel, I need him to give me quadruplets rn, mention of my man Sigmund Freud
note: wow this request reallyā¦got me. Canāt stop thinking about Joel fucking me to sleep. Donāt execute me in the town square for writing more fauxcest please
He tried it all ā pacing, counting sheep, drinking himself into a kind of stupor, any kind of pills he could find and many of them, sex, so much physical activity he hoped he would pass out, hell even therapy when he first arrived in Jackson. None of it worked. Some things worked less than others, like the pills. Might as well have swallowed M&Ms dry, at least the sugar wouldāve released some dopamine.
Then he met you, of course, and things gotā¦not exactly easier, but the edges of his life felt less jagged. You smoothed him out a little.
Maybe it was because he had to take care of you in the beginning, because neither Tommy nor Maria knew what to do with an injured little girl like you, scared half to death, hungry, and so alone you reminded them of an abandoned baby animal, though it was clear you were an adult way before you started speaking and confirmed it. He couldnāt treat his life like something to be sedated and dulled at all costs, not while you were his responsibility.
He sleeps better now, once in a blue moon he even gets eight hours. Itās the warmth and trust you offer him that makes his jaw a little more willing to unclench.
He doesnāt mind when you do this, itās just that he still thinks of sleep as something to cling to when he gets the chance, and your legs wedging themselves right between his thighs arenāt helping with his slumber.
āGāto sleep,ā he mumbles, keeping his eyes firmly closed, worried the moonlight might irrevocably pull his brain into the land of the waking again. āStop moving sāmuch.ā
Youāre such a good listener usually, always eager to do as he says and make him happy. You never try to piss him off, he knows that. But youāre half asleep and in this state your superego is slave to your id.
God-fucking-dammit. He has arrived at Freud, or what he remembers of Freund anyway, so heās definitely not falling asleep in the next couple of hours.
āI said go to sleep,ā he mutters again, because youāre still wiggling around, and even if he canāt sleep, he has no interest in taking care of the rapidly growing consequence of your movements. Mainly because he would have to get up to clean you both up afterwards, and his back has been hurting for days now.
Heās an old man, Joel Miller. He doesnāt want to fuck in the middle of the night.
āPlease,ā you half mumble and half whine, eyes closed and mouth all drooly and slack with sleep. āPlease, Dad.ā
Joel feels his cock harden fully and curses you for your dreams. He doesnāt know what made you come up with calling him that, but it started a couple of weeks ago, and he would be lying if he said it didnāt scratch some sick itch inside of him best left buried.
You whimper again, push your little hips against his thigh. Youāre desperate and incapable and itās so fucking annoying how hard it makes him to see you truly need him. Heās tired and his back hurts and heās annoyed, but he likes being needed.
He could wake you, but he knows what that would mean for him. Your little pussy is so wet, heās positive you would throw a fit until he fucked you, really fucked you, and ever since he made you come five times in a row, youāre rarely satisfied with one orgasm. And God, Joel just wants to sleep.
So he slides the hand on your back down and over the curve of your ass. Your panties are so soaked, he has to peel them off of your pussy and slides them down a couple of inches, just low enough for him to have access. This will finally make you lie still, heās sure of it.
His cock is so hard, he doesnāt need to stroke it much, just pulls it from his boxers and aligns it with your slippery entrance. You whimper something that sounds suspiciously like Dad, and Joel pushes in.
That makes your eyes flutter, and Joel almost curses. He doesnāt want you awake, he wants you satisfied and asleep and unmoving, so he can finally rest himself. You whimper again.
āShhh,ā Joel coos into your ear, āyou can sleep, sweetheart. No need for you to be awake for this.ā
And your eyes close again, as you flutter around his fat cock, always doing as he says when youāre conscious enough to understand it.
āThere we go,ā Joel mumbles, thrusting softly, his own eyelids heavy. āJust let Dad put you to sleep, sweet girl.ā
there are actors who bend over backwards to deny the homoerotic undertones that are clearly present between the characters they play with their costar and we have Mads Mikkelsen who told everybody with his full chest that it was hard to not kiss Hugh Dancy because heās beautiful, and that Hannibalās last thought was that heās finally holding the man he loves as they fell off a cliff in an embrace
thinking about yandere knight and their royal charge . . . devotion turned to obsession. they have protected you for so long, drawn their sword ar your behest for your sake, laid their life on the line for your honour so many times that . . . they deserve your hand, donāt they? deserve to know the lips that issue forth their commands? the body that they would have died rather than seen touched by unworthy hands?
so perhaps any suitors find themselves in perilous circumstances they will not survive; perhaps whispers come to those who need to hear them of treachery and treason, perhaps unhappy circumstance finds them. so perhaps they rule your social engagements with an iron fist (no, it is too dangerous, you know how many people wish you dead, they say - and it isnāt true, but why would your most loyal knight lie to you?). perhaps they follow at your heel a bit too closely and look at you with a touch too much longing and their eyes spark too hungrily when they kiss your hem or take your favour before a joust - but such is the lot of a knight, you tell yourself.
and if they slip into your bedroom, at night, to gaze upon your sleeping face - it is only their duty, to ensure you are safe, is it not?
lmfao you ever see an opinion on your favorite thing and it becomes immediately obvious from the very first word that they just Did Not Get It on like a deeply fundamental level incompatible with not just you but with media literacy as a whole
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