SUMMARY: Joel takes you under his wing with pure intentions on the journey to Jackson, but the closer you get, the tension grows. Soon, you're overcome by desire, and you have a lot to learn.
WARNINGS: I8+ big girthy age gap (20s/50s), cock hungry virgin, no experience, only one sleeping bag.
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complete but open to asks about these two 🖤
if you like this one, try Canopy, Left in Lincoln, and Miller Bros.
@thebrothel is a metafic AU with crack of my characters. Real Housecreeps is their reality show. In this episode, it seems the joels have gotten a tumblr...
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hmm... okay, "anon" ...
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The madame walks downstairs and thighs out casually closes a laptop when she walks in.
She sits down on the living room floor, sits back and crosses her ankles. "I got a bunch of Anons today."
(cross-talk) "WHAAAAT" "that's so weird," "wow, really?" "who would do that?"
She lets them continue their theatrics, then says, "Well, I get Anons every day, and a lot of them are good, so. . ."
The men quiet down and nod studiously, "Right." "Yeah, of course."
"Yeah, it was just weird these were like all in a row."
The men nod as though intrigued.
Stepdad asks, "Were they insightful?"
The madame repeats, "insightful?'
Stepdad shrugs.
Slasher asks, "were they nice?"
She nods in a wishy washy way. "For the most part," then side-eyes stepdad. "You know you guys can talk to me about anything, right?"
They nod.
The doorbell rings.
When she goes to answer it, they Joels are quietly rapidfire bickering with each other, "told you we shouldn't go anon, just tell her what you want" "but if she thinks we AND the audience want it," "obviously she knows it was us" "not all of us" "Shhhh"
