an: this is short but there will be more. these two have plagued my brain. it took me three days to binge all of The Pitt and to fall in love with them. 1.7k words
You loved arguing with Langdon. The two of you getting under each other’s skin but it was playful always long forgotten by the time you saw each other next. Nothing was held onto in anger. Then all of a sudden, he left. You had checked in with him for week’s only to be left on read. Now that got under your skin, it left a bad taste in your mouth to know that in the blink of an eye he forgot about you. So, in your own way to get away you switched to night shift.
You hated Abbot. Hated how he got under your skin so easily, laying in bed hours after working with him thinking of how he called you princess, sweetheart, and babydoll. Hated how your jaw always hurt after a shift from clenching so tightly. The two of you spit venom at each other so often that after a while it didn’t even bother the other doctors or nurses. They just laughed and whispered about how the two of you needed to be locked in a room to fight it out like street cats.
So that’s what Shen and Ellis do. You and Abbot had the next three days off, so Ellis invited Abbot out for a drink and Shen invited you out for a drink only to stand the other up leaving you two at the bar alone. From behind Abbot couldn’t tell it was you. He saw exposed skin, legs crossed and tight clothes. Offering to buy a drink for whoever this was only to be absolutely delighted when it was you.
“Look at you babydoll.” He lets out a whistle as he stares you up and down, pushing him out the way but he’s quick to grab your hand pulling you back toward him and the bar.
“I’m going to order a very expensive drink since you’re offering.” Rolling your eyes sitting back down and flagging down the bartender.
“Happy to pay for it princess, anything for you.”
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Jack asked over and over for repeated consent. Even as he pulled two orgasms from you with his fingers and mouth.
“Jackie please fuck,” you were whiny and out of breath as you moved your hand down to line him up with you. Thumb brushing over the head of his leaking cock. Your hips squirming around to push him inside of you desperate to be stretched.
“You’re a needy little thing princess, if I knew you just needed a good fuck to fix that bad attitude I would’ve done it long ago.” He was thicker than any man or dildo you had ever taken. Your fingers scratch into his back most likely leaving deep red lines. He kissed sloppy. His tongue coming out of your mouth to lick on your jaw line, the sweat on your neck, and even licking his thumb that gathered the tears falling from your eyes down your temples.
“H-harder Jack please!” Still inside he flips the two of you he’s now laying back on the bed while you’re sitting pretty right on top.
“You have such good manners, but you still need to work for my cock. Bounce babydoll.” He slaps at your ass hard leaving a welt there. Your hands push down on his hard chest, nails digging into his big pecs. Your thighs burned from the bouncing. The obscene squelch your pussy made caused Jack to laugh. He could feel your juices drip down his balls, and it drove him wild to look up at you and see your tits bouncing around, mascara smeared, and to hear breathy moans.
He was close to cumming so he decided to put you of your misery as your bouncing began to slow. He bent his legs up and pulled you to his chest, thick arms wrapping around your upper body as he began to really thrust up into you. The two of your moaned loudly into each other's ears and then into each other's mouths. Kisses so sloppy now that you begin to drool into his mouth, but he doesn’t mind he swallows it happily.
“Oh, fuuuck I’m cumming.” You drawl out trying to bury your head in his neck, but his hand grabs your hair and pulls you up back to stare right into his eyes. His neck is red, and his hair is sticking to his sweaty skin. He’s breathing heavily through his mouth thrusting erratically then he stops quick and pulls out pumping his cock a couple times then cums right in his hand. You sit up from his sticky chest as he just lays there trying to catch his breath. You turn and grab his cum covered hand and lick the thick globs from between his fingers.
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This went on for nearly a year. The two of you fucking the stress away no strings attached. It wasn’t an all the time thing just casual. After long shifts, troubling shifts, or just on days where the two of you have off. It never interfered with work. Till it did. Till one day you were gathering your stuff from your locker and heard his voice. Frank. Last text you sent to him was seven months ago. A drunken text that called him an asshole for leaving you with no explanation, saying how you missed him but not before calling him a coward.
Quite the opposite he was. He was freshly rehabilitated and freshly divorced. He stood there looking like a sad dog with his tail between his legs. You now felt horrible for him as he explained how he’s going through his twelve steps and you were at the top of his list to apologize to.
“I was scared of what you would think of me. I really liked you and cared about your opinion of me that I thought it would’ve been better if I just ghosted you and kept you in the dark.”
“Total dick move, Langdon.” You say pulling him into a hug. His arms wrap around your waist tenderly.
“I missed you so much.” His whispers into the top of your head, nose breathing in your scent that just happens to be Jack’s shampoo.
Jack stood at the hub watching that whole scene. Tossing his bag on his shoulder and walking out for the day. This is just casual. He repeated to himself as he walked to his car. Just fucking casual.
You had switched back to day shifts. It was a slap in the face to Jack. He would walk in the ER and see the two of you together laughing it up. Langdon would squeeze behind you, hands coming to your waist, dick brushing up against your ass just to get by. Hands brushing up and lingering a tad too long as the two of you hand each other equipment.
Sex every other day became less and less frequent now. Only initiated by Jack whenever he would text you first. Whenever you came over, he tried to bury his feelings and hurt down but somehow, he would take it out on you. Fucking you so hard that you left deep red scratches on his back. Something to remind himself that he can still fuck you better than Langdon. He didn’t even know for sure if you were fucking Frank or not, but he wanted to leave reminders of himself on you. Bites on your tits, hard slaps on your ass leaving bruises, and childishly leaving you with a hickey that you got pissed at him about.
Frank saw and knew that it was just casual between Jack and you but also between you and him. Frank fucked you deeper and slower. A big difference from the man built like a brick wall. Frank was longer than Jack. His cock would hit that deep spongy part in you with ease by just simply bottoming out.
Frank rocked into you from behind. It started out as spooning, but you backed into him one too many times and now he’s deep inside you slowly thrusting up while his fingers rub at your clit.
“He doesn’t fuck you like I do.” He says so matter of fact. Cocky bastard. His hand drifts up from your clit to your lower stomach the tip of his cock so deep he can feel it bulge inside your belly. “He’s not deep inside you like me.”
The two of you rocked against each other in slow movements. His nose burying itself deep in your hair smelling his own shampoo. Every time you come over Frank washed your hair his long fingers scrubbing at your scalp getting only that clean, he doesn’t even care about the dried cum Jack left on your ass or chest from the night before.
Frank didn't brand you with bruises or bites like Jack did he just came deep inside of you. He knew you were on birth control, so he took advantage of it and left you full of himself. He loved to cum deep inside of you getting back quick and spreading your legs to watch you push him out.
"Don't let too much out baby." His long fingers coming to your cunt to gather his cum up and stuff it back inside.
-
When Jack showed up you were still here. Passing off your patients and finishing up charting.
"You got a couple days off coming up. Any chance I'll see you in the morning? Rolling a stool up next to you watching the smile appear on your face as he whispers to you.
"I can be in your bed waiting for you. Face shoved in your pillow touching myself." Abbot looked around the hub watching people pass them by not even paying them any attention. Except Langdon.
He saw the way your head fell back as you laughed at whatever he said, Frank didn't want to admit he was jealous, he believed he had you in the palm of his hand but when you called, he answered quick.
"I'll see you tomorrow princess. Get outta here soon." Jack was going around checking rooms to see if they were cleared out when he came across one with Langdon in it changing. His shirt was off and his back was toward him. Jack saw the deep red scratches down his back, shamefully it turned him on to see that.
"Have fun with my girl tomorrow, Abbot." Frank winks at Jack tossing his shirt back on and grabbing his bag bumping his shoulder on the way out. All Jack could do was press his boner down with an iPad as he watched the two of you leave.
Pairing: Priest Sam Spruell. He played a priest on stage I didn’t get the name of his character I just immediately started writing.
Warning: Religion, mention of death, Catholicism, drinking, language, fingering, p in v, improper use of bible verses, improper use of rosary, raw sex, blood, cutting of a shirt, and catholic guilt. 2.2k words

Your favorite time to be at the church was when it rained. It smelt of wet earth and smoke from votive candles consistently burning. Fingers dip into the holy water whispering soft prayer as you sign the cross on yourself. Since your husband died suddenly last year it shocked you, scared you to your core that something like this could happen as him and you always talked of growing old but now you’re a widow in your mid twenties.
Not knowing where to turn after his passing you turned to religion. Family and friends thinking this was just a phase as you had canceled plans with them every Sunday to be at church. It wasn’t, nuns beginning to acknowledge and smile at you recognizing your commitment to Catholicism. Now everyday after work you’re stopping at the church to take a breather, lips whispering prayers, fingers twirling the rosary beads each one a devotion. Being here grounded you.
Father Sam always searched the congregation for you. Standing high on the sanctuary he looked for your red lips, the black veil covering your hair, shaky fingers twirling the beads in your hands. He remembers the day you came in. Tear stained cheeks as you talked of a funeral mass for your husband. His heart broke for you, for the first time in many years his cock ached just for you. Since that feeling he’s kept his distance. Staying locked away in his office pacing around waiting for you to leave so he can step back into the nave, your scent tightening around his collar. You scared him, rocked him of his beliefs. He’s always heard talk of priests being lured out of their duties by women but he didn’t think it would happen to him. His commitment to god was strong. Or so he thought.
You weren’t there this Sunday. Sam figured your faith finally had wavered as you had only showed up twice during the week. Selfishly he prayed that you stayed away for his own sake. Pleading to the crucifix at the apse of the church that he can be rid of these sinful emotions, lustful thoughts. That god could send her away but also forgive him. His bottom lip stayed chewed between his teeth for three long days. Three days of pacing the aisles, three days of wondering for your safety, three days of praying for your return. Sam wondered what you could be doing. Who you could be with that has strayed you away from God.
Sam hated when it rained. He hated being alone inside of the church when it rained. The heavy drops hitting at the stained glass worried it would break and the outside would taint his holy space.
“Father there’s someone that wants to confess.” One of the sisters says peaking her head in his office. Rising to his feet quick he hopes it’s you here to ask for his forgiveness for scaring him with your absence. Straining his collar he walks into the confessional box. Your red lips can be seen from the other side of his small screen. You smelt of sin — he breathed it in deep.
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.”
Leaning in closer to the screen separating them he can smell your desire, he can hear your heart beating, he can feel the heat from your body.
“How long has it been since your last confession?”
“I’ve been coming to church everyday hoping that would make up for my sins but I’ve never confessed before.”
“Confess or not God knows all of our sins, there’s no hiding from him. Please go on.” She slips her coat off, her chest becoming exposed from her low cut shirt, hands reaching for the beads resting around her neck, the cross lay between her breasts. Sam’s slacks begin to tighten his collar digs into his skin.
“I’ve had impure thoughts, lustful feelings, sexual dreams.” A whisper in her voice, a siren in his head. Suddenly it’s gotten extremely hot in this box. “These thoughts I can’t act on them the man is in a way married.” Never did Sam expect you to be pining for a married man after losing your own husband.
“Adultery is a grave sin. It ruins families, dishonors a bond between man and wife,”
“What of the bond between man and God?” For a brief second his brain crashes he holds his breath. Does he dare turn to face you?
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The locking of the door echos through the entire church. Locked inside together as the rain gets harder and the thunder gets louder. He opens his office door to see your back sitting there rosary still in hand. He wants to laugh at the sight. A succubus sent from the devil himself to break him.
“Father, please I do not wish to cause trouble. I just want help with these thoughts of you. I haven’t been with anyone since my husband died and now here I am having dreams of yo-“
Sam shushes you as he sits next to you. Grabbing the necklace from your hands and setting it on his desk. Anymore messing with it and you’ll break it.
“Slowly, tell me how you think I could be of help.” There’s no good to come from this but right now God doesn’t feel like he’s in this room. Satan is blocking the door as God bangs on it begging to be let in.
“I’ve prayed on my hands and knees to be rid of these thoughts. I’ve tried to relieve myself of them but it feels inescapable.”
“Maybe you’re not trying hard enough,” he stands from the chair next to you, fingers grabbing at his collar he pulls it off. Tossing it on the desk he reaches down at a drawer and pulls out a bottle of whiskey. “Show me how you’ve prayed.”
Your mouth is agape. Throat is extremely dry. Struck dumb you can’t believe this is happening.
“I’m sorry Father I shouldn’t ha-“ he just raises his hand again. You shut up once again. He swirls the brown liquid around before downing it then he sets the cup back in the table. Raising one finger he beckons you over. You follow going around the desk to stand between his spread open legs. Then the same finger points down.
The two of you can’t bear to look away from each other as you lower down onto your knees hands clasped together.
“Now pray.”
“Heavenly father I can’t take it anymore, my insatiable lust is getting stronger my willpower is dwindling. Please guide me through these testing trials. I pray I overcome my desire.” He leans down close to your face his breath smelling of alcohol, his face looks smug at the sight before him.
“Do you think you are deserving of my penance?” Done with this spectacle you rise from your knees grabbing his cup and finishing what was left in it.
“Fuck your penance, Father.”
His big hands come to your face his lips smashing into yours, your red lipstick smudged between the both of you. His tongue slips inside of your mouth, it’s been decades since he’s felt a woman in his arms, tasted her mouth, felt the warmth of a cunt. It’s dizzying for the both of you. Your smaller hands come to his shirt feeling the many buttons you rip it open to touch his bare chest. Pulling away from each other he sees the black cloud inside of your eyes taken over. You see his chest rising and falling red smudged from his lips to his chin like he’s just bit into you drawing blood.
He pulls you toward him turning you to face the door, his chest against your back slowly rubbing himself into you. One hand comes over your neck holding you tight to him the other comes down opening up the bible right on his desk.
“John:13. Find it. Read it!” His hand begins to unbutton your pants, pushing the fabric down to reveal your black lace panties.
Your hand flips through the pages then finds the verse you begin to read it to yourself. A slap comes down onto your cunt. His tongue licking on the helix of your ear.
“Read it aloud.”
“When tempted, no one should say, “God is tempting me.” His finger begin to play with the band of your panties pulling and letting go the elastic snapping against your skin. “For God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does he tempt anyone;” his hand finally dives in pointer and middle finger rubbing at your clit gathering the wetness before moving down. “but each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed.” His fingers rub up and down your slit not pushing in just yet. Your hand comes behind you to rub his cock straining against his pants. “Then, after desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, gives birth to death.”
“Don’t be deceived, every good and perfect gift is from above.” He finally pushes inside your head falling back into the rook of his neck as he begins to grab tight around your neck.
“I’m paraphrasing a bit but God knew what he was doing making this tight cunt for my fingers to stretch out. Fuck, I cant imagine my cock fitting.” You flutter and tighten around him pulling a laugh outta him.
“Don’t worry succubus I’ll stretch you out just fine.” Your hand pushes itself inside of his slacks feeling his thick cock. He moans into your ear as you begin to move your hand across him. “It’s been decades I’ll cum if you keep doing that.” You don’t listen and that pisses him off. Pulling his hands away from you he turns you back around shoving the bible off with such a loud thud it scares you. You lay back on the desk eyes staring right at the crucifix on the wall just above his head.
He pulls at your pants taking them off then reaches for your shirt pulling a pair of scissors from a cup full of pens and cutting it right down the middle. He stand back up between your legs and just clasps his hands together.
“Corinthians 12:9. But he said to me “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made in perfect weakness.” Then he pulls down his pants his cock coming up. Tip red leaking pre-cum as he stares down at you. He moves your panties to the side lining himself up with you. His tip coming to run at your clit. Your back arching off the desk at the feeling, slick noises and wet taps filling the room.
Sam pushes in gasps caught right in his throat it feels like heaven. Truly the closest he’ll get now that he has broken all his vows. Mouth gaped open as he watched your cunt swallow him whole. He can’t look it’s too much pleasure. He wants to make this last. He has to.
You pull him down to you locking your lips back onto his. Teeth coming to pull at his bottom lip, biting too hard you draw blood. He pulls away hand coming to rub the blood off his lip then he presses his fingers onto your lips rubbing it in. His thrusts are deep and slow you need more you need it fast.
“Harder and faster Father please.” You plead with him as you begin to rub at your clit, slowly moving down you touch the base of him that’s exposed. He nearly cums from that alone. He grabs your hands holding them together then he spots your rosary on his desk still. He pulls your hand together rosary coming around your wrists then being pulled between through your hands to hold them tightly into place.
“You’re sent from Hell. Lucifer sent you just for me.” Picking up speed he looks up at the crucifix above his door he can’t bear to look in your eyes. Moans echo throughout the room. It’s filling up with an indescribable heat, smelling metallic like blood and sex. Sam’s fingers come down to toy with your clit rubbing quick into the bundle of nerves.
“I’m going to cum Father, oh god oh fuck!” Everything is falling off the desk. All the noise can’t distract him from your moans, the way your eyes roll back and the way your head begins to fall back off the desk leaving your neck fully exposed for him to find home in.
Your bound hands come behind his head holding him close as he grab onto your thighs holding you in place as he pounds harder into you nearly reaching his first orgasm in years.
“I’m going to cum!” Tears prick at his eyes as he loses himself in your hot skin, the taste of salty sweat on his tongue as spurts of his cum paint your walls. His moans are embarrassingly loud, body spazzing on top of you as you milk him dry. Slowly he pulls out both of you missing being connected. He watches as his cum behind to drip out of your cunt. He sits back in his chair body and cock so sensitive.
The two of you stare at opposite sides of the room in complete silence eyes on the crucifix’s feeling God’s judgement wash over you.
Is he watching? // Maekar Targaryen one shot! // 18+
Pairing: Maekar Targaryen x reader, brief Baelor Targaryen x reader.
Warning: reader is from a noble house, reader is mentioned to have black hair, lots of drinking, fingering, flashbacks, Baelor being a menace and a bit out of character, cheating to sharing, loss of virginity, cursing, yearning, Baelor and Maekar speaking high valyrian, sword fighting, p in v, pullout method, blood, one mention of knife being used to cut clothing, mention of bush, cucking, breeding obvi maekar, no mention of pregnancy but time passes and reader has child now. 4.9k words
an: I started writing this in February. I had to get it out now otherwise I was going to off my shit if I wrote something else. With that being said expect something else in a month of two at the rate I’m going lmao. Edited over once if there’s any mistakes please let me know
Time passed slowly in The Red Keep, your feet have familiarized themselves with the castle grounds, dirt from the gardens have blackened each hemline of your dresses, day in and day out you wondered the halls till eventually the guards stop following you around. At this moment you’re currently watching your two stepsons spar with each other in the courtyard, eating sweet berries while the sound of their wooden swords crack in your ears. Your husband, most likely locked away in his tower going over whatever what was talked about in the ever so secret small council meetings.
You can see the door leading onto the terrace in his tower open. His figure stepping out to take a breath and ground himself. Your hand comes over squinted eyes to watch him more closely. He looks out onto the land taking in what would be his one day. Baelor doesn’t talk much about being King. He can’t believe he would be sitting in his father’s spot. He can’t imagine himself on the throne, like a memory blurred from his head when he closes his eyes he simply just can’t imagine it.
From high up he can see your small figure sitting in a pale green dress staring at him, eyes burning into his leather doublet. He can feel your nerves and restlessness of being the wife of the second most important man in Westeros.
“Princess, The Hand requests your presence.” A white cloak calls out over the boys, your eyes directing toward the knight then back up at the now empty terrace.
Broken wax seals and books thicker than both your arms lay a top of his desk, important papers, dozens of scrolls, and things that always wondered through his head from dusk till dawn. But thankfully for the next couple of days he’ll be able to put that aside for his Father’s name day.
“Could you sense me staring down there in the training grounds?” You ask as you come into the room heavy door shutting behind.
“My dear wife I can sense you wondering the halls like a mouse while I work. The guards tell me you’ve walked the halls so much they not bother with watching you.” You cross the room to the flagon on the round table filling your cup as you scoff. “Tell me, is being here that boring? Is it killing you to be trapped in these walls.”
“What kills me is my husband being so important that we can’t have a moment during the day to share a kiss or a quick fuck. Having to wait till the halls are silent and the moon has appeared.”
You can never tell what’s going on in your husbands head. Watching him slouch back in his chair fidgeting with his ring. You must watch your tongue talking with Baelor but he knows your words mean no harm. Slowly you walk towards him standing between his spread apart legs. You kneel down, hands rubbing up and down his thighs. A sigh escapes his smirked lips. He bends forward his hand coming to grab at your chin noses touching as the two of you stare into each other’s eyes.
The smell of wine on your tongue, lips red from the overly ripe fruit. He can’t help but feel himself swell with desire for his young wife. He can taste the berries on your lips, your tongue slipping into his mouth. He can feel his reserve slipping. He needs to stop this before he pushes you onto his desk and plunges his length into you. The gods are on his side because before things escalate to that he can hear a herald of trumpets.
Baelor pulls you out onto the terrace to show you who’s come. He holds you in front of him, length pressed into your back as the two of you watch Maekar ride in on Lawgiver. His prominent nose finds itself tracing up the nape of your neck as his fingers begin bunching up the hemline of your skirts.
“You’ve missed him. I can feel it.” Two fingers rubbing onto your slick clit. Your head falls back into the rook of your husband’s neck. His breath like fire on your skin, tongue coming out to lick the sweat and oils off you. “So warm, so wet…” breathy words stick onto your skin as he pushes his two fingers inside of you till you feel the cool metal of his ring. He begins slow as the two of you watch everyone ride through the gates. “Are you thinking of my brother?” His thumb moves to rub into your clit. Strings of pants and moans begin to escape your lips.
Pumping with haste now your knees begin to feel weak as you think that Maekar must be wondering where his brother and wife are. Baelor feels your body become weak, reaching your pinnacle quicker and quicker.
“Do you wish he were here with us now?” A simple question that rips through you. His other hand comes to cover your mouth not to draw unwanted attention from his family down at the gate. Baelor can feel you dripping down his fingers, coating his rings in your spent. He pulls his fingers out once he sees everyone head inside the castle. Slipping his wet rings off Baelor takes his own fingers into his mouth to taste your release.
“They must be wondering where we are my dear wife.”
—
The weekend at Ashford was useless. A long trip there only to watch boys stick each other on horseback for two days just to make the long ride back home, between his bickering sons and Daeron nearly falling off his horse drunk, at this point he welcomed a thief to come take his belongings and kill him.
Everyone rode ahead while he straggles behind, wind whispering through thick green grasses, birds flying from trees, twigs breaking from beyond the woods. Could’ve been some doe till he saw you atop an all white horse. Quick flashes of black hair, green silks flying in the wind. With how small you looked you couldn’t have been a thief but definitely a distraction his tired violet eyes welcomed. His head turning all around trying to find where you’ve rode off to till he hears a scream then a splash.
Kicking his heels into Lawgiver he abandons the trail and hightails it to the shout. Black horse leaping over fallen logs, small branches scratching at his pale skin hoping to find you unharmed. Soon enough he finds that horse sipping at a small creek, eyes notice the intricately carved saddle dyed a deep green and colorful flowers carved all into it. Swinging his leg over he drops off his horse leading Lawgiver to water, to relax while his eyes search the water hoping you haven’t drowned.
Green grasses begin to clear into a worn down dirt path. He notices the green silk hanging on a tree branch before he sees you plunging your head under then popping back up. Your bare back faces him, black hair sticking to your shoulders, you stand up in the small creek, water dripping from your arms as your hands come up to slick wet hair back, the water beginning to end over the curve of your ass. Maekar can’t help but feel upset for why is a girl putting herself in a vulnerable position in the middle of the woods.
The pair of horses whinnying pulls your attention to him. Turning to face him your arms come up quick to cover your chest. Maekar turns, his cheeks feeling hot as he begins to explain his reasoning for spying.
“Please believe I mean no harm! I heard a scream and wanted to be sure it wasn’t dire!” Behind him he can hear the ripples of the creek, water dripping off your body, and wet footsteps stomping into the grass.
“You a Targaryen?” He shouldn’t answer that knowing that his head could bring a huge bounty if taken by the right person but you’re just a girl and his guards can’t be too far ahead.
“Isn’t it obvious?” He says back still turned toward you. Your horse now rubbing its muzzle against his hand, looking for scratches or something to eat.
“You could just be an old man, hair turned silver with age.” He shocked that you would even say something like that to someone you don’t even know. Turning to scold you he finds you in your chemise, hair wrapped around your hand ringing the water out, wet skin attracting the thin cotton showing every curve on your body.
“I am a son of King Daeron! Maekar Targaryen Prince of Summerhall. How dare you assume I am just some fucking commoner…or an old man.” Announcing of titles having no effect on the girl as she continues to dry herself off. A wind blowing through the trees to cause her nipples to pebble.
“Fucking dress yourself quicker.” Turning back around to come face to face with your horse once again.
“Peony has taken a liking to you, your grace. He doesn’t like many.” Clearing his throat he reaches out to grab the reins pulling the horse closer to catch a look at the saddle once again.
“I refuse to believe a wild girl like you is a noble woman of House Meadows.” Fully dressed now you walk past him going to Lawgiver, small hands coming to scratch at his muzzle.
“I am of House Meadows, your grace.” Pulling away from the horse you begin to curtsy, the bodice of your dress tightened hard so your bosom is spilling out, but he pulls you back up his hand grabbing yours. His other arm extends out to give you back the reigns of your saddle.
“Please no need for that, the fucking trees and horses do not care of formalities or titles.” There’s a beat of silence before he can hear his name be called from beyond the trees back on the trail. You pull away from his hand first hoisting yourself onto Peony.
“Summerhall isn’t far from the Grassy Vale, your grace. Before he can respond you kick your heels into the horse crossing the water into the trees.
Maekar would see you again after that but not how he would’ve wanted.
Dragons, Flowers, and white decorated The Red Keep. A wedding for you, the soon to be princess, but it wasn’t his wedding. You were to be wed to Baelor. What the first child wanted the first child got.
After your encounter Maekar had drawn up a correspondence with you at the Grassy Vale. Ravens coming and going at all hours of the day. His children noticing a difference in their father’s demeanor. Candle light burned late into night as his quill scribbled thick ink onto scrolls. Every scroll you sent back smelt of rose water. Suffocatingly sweet he couldn’t get enough of it. He needed to see you again so he wrote of a plan to meet in the woods in secret. His father’s spies had other plans informing The King and The Hand of what transpired.
You had woke to see the Targaryen sigil flying into the gates, quick to dress you rushed to your fathers solar, guards in all white guarding the doors, you had hoped to see the Prince of Summerhall just behind those doors but instead you were greeted with one eye brown and the other blue. The smile on your face falling but not on your father’s face. He sold you off to the highest bidder. Baelor Targaryen.
After breakfast you rushed for the stables. Quickly hopping on Peony kicking your heels and riding into the woods. You screamed out as the horse galloped to the same creek you had met Maekar at. He said he’d meet you there you hoped he kept his promise. You loved him and he loved you the two of you growing closer with each letter. Pulling the reins back you notice Lawgiver. Sipping at the water. You leap off the two horses neighing at each other as you search for him up the creek. Maekar is laid on a small blanket in the grass tossing small pebbles in the water.
“My flower are you alright?” Eyes puffy and cheeks red with anger as you collapse in his arms.
“My father…your brother,” is what you weep out in his arms as his hands come to rub at your hair. He pulls you from his chest to calm your breathing and speak more clearly.
“What of my brother and your father?” His thumb rubs the tears from your cheeks.
“The prince has come to ask for my hand. My father agreed to the betrothal. I am to be sent off to Kings Landing and be married to Baelor.” Anger takes over Maekar he can’t believe that his brother would to this to him. You sob harder and it breaks him to see you like this. Quick he presses his lips to yours tasting the salty tears that have fallen.
The kiss is hard and full of yearning. Desperate to taste each other’s mouth. Teeth clash and tongues touch as his hands bunch up your skirts and your hands pull at his belt and breeches. He moves you below him his eyes never leave yours as you line him up to push into you. As you take him fully he can feel you clench around him getting use to his thick size. One arm is holding him up above you while the other tucks loose strands of hair behind your ear.
He slowly begins to move pulling out inches at a time and thrusting back in. He can see the change of pain to pleasure in your face. Your knees spread farther open as one hand moves from his back to push at his ass. Picking up the pace moans begin to fall from your lips mixing with the gusts of wind to travel through the trees. He hopes they fall on his brother’s ears. Taking his soon to be wife’s maiden hood before he’s even had a chance to know you.
Foreheads press together as Maekar’s arms box your head in strings of I love you can’t stop coming from either of you as your orgasm begins to approach. He can feel it coming. Gush’s of nectar fall from your cunt making a sinfully squelching sound as he fucks his full length into you.
“It’s coming!” You warn him of it but he doesn’t stop. Going faster and faster his arms shake around your head as he feels himself about to spill into you. You cum around him your legs coming up to lock around his waist from the intense pleasure wanting to keep him stationed in you as you explode around him. He pushes himself up and pulls out quick, spurts of hot cum landing on your hair covered mound, thick globs falling on your clit and puffy lips.
“I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity.” It was gut wrenching, bile rised in his throat but he swallowed it down. Clapping along with the other guests as he watched his brother kiss his princess. A smile sewn onto your face but your eyes looked mad as they watched his.
“You’ve danced with everyone but me princess.” His shaky hand reached out for yours once again slowly you grab it looking to your new husband for approval. He gives you a small nod as he drinks from his cup. Maekar pulls you toward the center of the floor. Bodies dancing all around everyone too drunk on Dornish wine to notice the two of you.
“All that courting just to send me off to the firstborn.” One hand each rises to touch as the two of you begin to circle each other.
“I wouldn’t call months of secret letters courting, a foolish idea is what I’d call it.” His eyes rake up then down your body seeing how beautiful you look in white, long black hair braided back a silver tiara sits atop your head.
“A fucking coward is what I’d call you.” Well deserved. “When Baelor arrived at my home I believed it was you. Foolish to believe that you’d come down from your castle to ask for my hand. Fucking foolish I was!” The two of you come face to face only to take a step back and spin. That suffocating smell of rose water in his nose once again.
“Stop acting like a spoiled brat, you’ve landed a comfortable life, a bigger castle, a good husband, and all you can do is fucking complain about it. Over what? Over me?” Through with this conversation you begin to walk away but quick he grabs at your bare hand with his own. He holds you there but you can’t bear to look back at him.
“Thank you brother, I’ll take my wife from here.” Baelors hand coming up to cup his wife’s face. Whispering in your ear you finally turn and bow a single tear coming down your face.
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As Maekar pushed open the big doors to the solar there his Brother stood, your hands on his chest smoothing out his collar and straightening his pin.
“Brother. I’m so glad to see you here.” Moving from you Baelor takes a step pulling him into a hug. “It’s been so long.” Pulling away his eyes dart to you then the cups on the table. Selfishly he thanks the gods you aren’t swollen with a babe.
“It’s been only a year.” Pouring a hearty glass he drinks half of it in one go then fills it back up. “Nice to see you again princess.” He nods his head toward you trying his hardest not to take notice in your face but the way your hands grab at your skirts with a tight grip.
“Come brother we have much to discuss.”
The welcoming was tense, the Festivities were lackluster, but the feast; Maekar kept his eyes on you like you were to disappear if he didn’t watch you. You just sat there conversing with each of his sons not having said a word to him at all since his arrival. All day long he’s drank, with how much he’s replenished his cups people might need not wonder where Daeron got his drinking habits.
“Gaomas ñuha ābrazyrys jenigon ao lēkia?” Scoffing and turning his attention to his high and mighty brother. Violet eyes staring at the mismatched ones. High Valyrian catches her attention as she watches the two brothers begin to bicker. Does my wife bother you brother?
“Don’t be such a cunt.” Words slur from his mouth as Baelor just smiles while his brother tosses back his head chugging what’s left in his cup causing the red wine to drip down the sides of his lips.
“Īles ñuhon ēlī ao fucker!” Slamming his cup down onto the table he stands chair falling behind him gathering the attention of everyone in the dining hall. You’re next to stand then his sons follow wondering whats the matter. She was mine first, fucker!
Stumbling from the hall he finds himself searching for his room. Pushing open random doors till he finds one resembling his. He slams the door in the faces of the maidens that try to get in to help him settle into bed. He begins to drunkly undress himself hands pulls off his doublet, fingers grab at the leather straps holding his sword up, pulling it - it falls loudly to his floor, kicking off his boots and loosening his belt he falls atop the bed. Before his eyes close for the night he spots the white peony on his pillow. Dragging himself to the top of the bed face pushing into the pillow hoping that he’ll find your scent left behind.
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The Keep felt small for once. Maekar and you keeping each other hostage in separate parts of the castle. You had chosen to hideout in the gardens while Maekar sat in the sun hungover and intensely agitated watching his brother coach his sons on how to fight his own children. Maekar rushes to Aerion his bigger hand grabbing at the sword in his hand holding it high pointing it straight at his brother.
“Fight with anger, Aerion! Fight the enemy with hate in your heart.” Baelor slowly grabs the sword and shield from Valarr pushing him out the way as Maekar slices through the air hitting the shield on his arm. Baelor pushes the shield up the two swords coming up with a loud clash gathering the attention of everyone around.
Baelor pulls back circling Maekar. He knows his brother is upset and visibly angry with no one else but him.
“Your anger is misplaced brother.” This doesn’t stop Maekar from rushing him sword coming down and cutting the air only to hit the hard ground vibrating all through his hands and arms. Baelor kicks to sword from his grasp taking the shield hitting Maekar in the face and knocking his brother to the ground. He rises quick fists balled up ready to attack but their sons are quick to get in between and stop any more of this madness
“Fuck this and fuck you.” Maekar spits blood at his brother’s feet and then walks away into the castle needing to get away and find some wine.
Your fingers are bit up and bleeding as you walk through the castle. Shoulders are tense and eyes are wondering. In the year you’ve been married you’ve grown to love Baelor. He’s kind, full of wisdom, he’s security, he’s safe. But you love Maekar still. He was full of personality, outspoken and unabashedly himself. He would’ve challenged you. The spoiled flower from the grassy vale. Your father’s only daughter you always got what you want. And you wanted Maekar but to one day be queen your father put his foot down for that happily.
As you turn the corner you crash into Maekar’s hard chest his hands coming to your shoulders to pull you back. His lip is busted and his teeth are red.
“Maekar, you’re hurt.” Your hands pulls a handkerchief from your bodice and dabs at the drops of blood from his lip. Your small hand cupping his cheek while the other wipes away blood. His eyes close and his face falls into your grasp. Handmaidens pass by and watch the scene play out before them so you pull him into the closet bedroom. Baelor and yours shared bedroom. You sit him on the bench just in front of the bed as you pour some water into a small bowl. You come over with it and wipe the drying blood from his face.
“What happened?” His hands start to push yours away. Beginning to rise he needs to get away from you but you’re quick to push him back down. “Quite being fucking stubborn.”
“Just some sparring with Baelor. Showing off for Valarr and Aerion.” He points to the wine and you look over rolling your eyes but walking over to pour him a glass. You bring it back taking a sip before handing him the cup. He turns it in his hands and presses his lips to the same spot you just drank from. He can taste your lips taking him back to the day in the woods.
“Sparring? More like childish fighting. Over what? Over me?” He rolls his eyes and downs the goblet and goes for more ignoring your angry eyes.
“Yes over you, is that what you want to hear? I’m horribly angry at my brother for marrying you. I’m angry that I have to see you on his arm, angry that he rubs you in my face like a collected trophy. But mostly I’m angry at myself for not coming sooner and asking for your hand.” His back is still turned to you as he confesses all this. Pouring another hearty glass and finishing it in a few gulps.
I still love you Maekar.” His hand sets the glass down and he turns seeing those tears stain your cheeks once again. He closes the distance in just a couple steps. His big hands coming to grab your face his lips pressing into yours. The kiss is rough stealing the breath from your lungs as he slips his bloodied tongue into your sweet mouth.
“My sweet flower I’ve never stopped loving you.” His hands pull at the strings of your bodice pulling them out completely in just a couple of rough tugs. The dress falls from your shoulder and down your body leaving you in the sheer chemise. His hands come down to your thigh lifting you off the ground and walking to you the desk. One arm holds tightly around your waist while the other pushes books, papers, and ink into the ground. It’s a mess of Baelor’s things. An inconvenient fuck you from one brother to another. He sets you on the desk and pulls off his belt and pulls himself from his pants. He tries to lift up your skirt but it’s trapped under you so he grabs and thin fabric and rips it from the bottom of your legs to the top exposing your wet cunt.
He pulls you to the edge and lines himself up and pushes in. There’s a gasp from you and a deep groan from him as he finds solace being sheathed back inside of your soft warm walls. His arms come under your knees, hands wrapping around your thighs as your arms wrap around his neck. He picks you up with ease and fucks into you in the air. He walks to the closest wall and presses you against it. His mouth coming to your neck leaving bites and blood from his lips to drip down onto your breasts.
The door opens and you gasp loud but he doesn’t let up. He can sense it’s Baelor and it only eggs him on to taunt him. He pulls out leaving just his tip inside then slowly pushes back in and pulls out and does it again. Your eyes break from him and they roll back. Back arching off the wall, fingers coming up to pull at his hair. He presses his forehead onto yours and whispers. “Is he watching?” Your eyes dart to him and back to Maekar nodding quick. He laughs and pulls out walking you to the bed dropping you on your back.
Maekar looks at his brother standing near the wall quiet as a mouse as he removes his doublet leaving him bare chested. He pulls his dagger from his belt the tip comes close to your belly as he slices up cutting the chemise off you. Bare you lay for him he smiles like a fool he goes back to fucking you. A glob of spit falls from his lips onto his cock giving it a couple strokes before he grabs your leg and rests it on his chest your ankle sitting on his chest while the other leg wraps around his waist. He pushes in staring back at you. A loud groan escapes his mouth at the new position. Your cunt so warm and inviting. If you had married him he would’ve filled you with a babe in the middle of the wedding feast.
His warm palm comes up to grab at your bouncing breasts. Giving your nipple a quick squeeze causing a yelp to come from your lips. He moves his hand down your stomach pushing down above your mound feeling himself bully and bruise your cervix. Your thighs shine with your sweet nectar. He knows you’re so close he can feel it with each tightening flutter you give his cock. His thumb rubs at your clit watching the way you thrash around under him. It’s too much pleasure he knows that. Being watched by your husband and being fucked by your true love it’s all so much.
“I love you,” his eyes dart to Baelor his cock straining in his breeches as he watches the way your body arch’s and reacts to his brother’s touch. “I’ll love you always my sweet flower.” He pushes your leg down and leans down over you kissing you deeply. His pace quickens, his heavy balls hitting you faster. The door opens then closes. A secret agreement between the three of you that this is going to keep happening. Maekar’s visits will become more frequent especially now that he’s going to cum in you. He finally lets go his seed shooting so powerfully into you that the two of you are shaking. You can smell sex in the air and taste the cum inside of you. He pulls you close toward him your body shaking as his palm pressed against your cunt keeping his cum inside of you. It’s going to take. It has to.
Maekar comes back to Kings Landing for his brother’s name day celebration. When he arrives there you stand at the gate so happy to greet him. Your breasts heavy with milk and a beautiful babe on your hip, hair silver with a black streak going right down the middle. He has to stop himself from kissing you right then and there but later in the night he’ll find you and kiss you all over, filling you up again and again.
a/n: Not going to lie this seemed longer as I was writing it then the word count hit me in the head like a brick. I’ve missed FIL Joel this isn’t me rushing honestly, this is just what happens when you have good pussy and good personality. The inevitable happens, it’s life.
⚠️: infidelity, recorded sex, mention of onlyfans, one mention of ankle kissing(don’t worry no feet stuff),pussy drunk Joel milller 🫶🏻, fingering, pet names(darling, baby, beautiful bride), squirting (it’s a common theme), unprotected p in v, and one unreciprocated I love you.
“Could I fuck you in your wedding dress?”
It sits in a box in the back of your closet. A white box wrapped in a white bow that’s barely gathered any dust. Your wedding dress. It’s only been a couple years but it should still fit. Walker is out for the weekend, work conference. He’s been working so hard to make sure you maintain your housewife status and you’re grateful for that.
Joel had texted you a couple days ago asking for a peculiar request. Could he fuck you in your wedding dress. At first you were hesitant. Your dress was special to you — it obviously held sentimental value but how can you say no? So here you are searching for the white lingerie you wore on your wedding night to wear underneath your wedding dress.
You can’t help but remember what it was like seeing Joel on your wedding day. A scruffy, everyday man who barely wore a smile on his face but now there he was standing outside the church —in a crisp white shirt, fitting black slacks that hugged his ass and prominent bulge, trying to navigate the people inside.
Even with the limo windows tinted he could see you behind the glass. Hair pulled up, the few pieces falling out the bun accenting your face, glossed lips pressed together. As beautiful as you looked that day all he could think about was the honeymoon you’d have. Getting railed for a week straight in a beautiful cabana, overlooking the beach.
He can’t deny he was a tad jealous. Having a shotgun wedding with Walkers mother, because she became pregnant pretty quick into their relationship and this was back in the day when you needed to be wed first to have a child. So you couldn’t blame Joel for his perverse decision of wanting to bang his beautiful bride.
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You had about thirty minutes before Joel came home, his home. The place you were staying at for the weekend. In his guest room you had set up everything you needed. Your dress laid out on the navy bedspread, your makeup and hair done just like it was two years ago. And in the next room, Joel’s room, the camera. Ready and set up to capture the entirety of the sick perverted act the two of you were ready to commit.
As you finished zipping up the dress you could hear his truck pull up. Nervousness setting it just like you were outside of the church again, ready to face the man you’d see everyday for the rest of your life. Just outside his own front door, sun kissed skin from working hard outside, the smell of his musk and faded cologne you saw him put on this morning before he left and his hands, dirty with the day he had, ready to grab and stain the porcelain white lace you were wearing.
Your right hand reached to your left to twist off the wedding ring and set it on the kitchen counter. You were ready for Joel and he was ready for you.
Front door opening up this was it, no going back now. Crossing the threshold his eyes couldn’t break away from the most beautiful bride he’s ever had the pleasure of seeing twice now.
“I must’ve died and gone to heaven, darlin’, dropping whatever he had in his hands on the coffee table, Joel beelines over to you. His hands shaky with nerves. His kiss is powerful against you, glossy lips sticking to his, he can’t help but pull away and savor the vanilla flavor now stained on him.
“I can’t deny the request of such a hard working, handsome man. So after some thought I decided yes, you can fuck me in my dress.” His rough hands grab both sides of your face pulling you back close to him to seal the deal. Your hands grabbing each button trying to pry his shirt off him. Hands touching his hot skin. Once his shirt was off he wanted to move this to the bedroom.
“Not to be corny but,” he kneels down and put one of his strong arms behind your knees sweeping you up and into his arms. Your hands come to his neck as you hold on, giggling like crazy as he walks the two of you to the bedroom.
He sets you down on the edge of his bed, his head turns to notice the camera. He walks over and switches it on, the little red light coming alive to record the act. Joel comes back to you, kneeling down grabbing your foot to slowly remove the white heels you’re wearing.
“You look like a princess. So gorgeous.” Your face is hot and there’s no doubt a blush on your cheeks. Pulling your ankle close to your face he gives it light kisses, slowly working his way up under your dress. His thick fingers grab at the white garter pulling it forward and snapping it back against your skin. His beard scratches at your leg as he bites onto the lace and pulls it down your leg and out from under the dress.
The garter rests between his teeth as he grabs your hands pulling you back up to stand infront of him. He turns you around and starts to unzip the dress. Pushing the dress shoulders slowly off, his nose trailing down your neck, inhaling your scent. Things feel different this time. He wasn’t ravaging you the way he had been for a month now. He was taking his time, taking you in. Enjoying himself and you.
“Joel please,” you felt breathless, his fingers scratching at the nape of your neck grabbing the bun you had your hair in. Teeth sinking into your shoulder as your dress puddles onto the floor. A bundle of white lace sitting atop his dirty work boots.
“When you left for your honeymoon all I could think about was you getting fucked day in and day out on a beach.” His hand coming around your front to feel the tightened corset, pretty white panties with a pretty bow right above your pussy.
He’s not completely wrong. Walker bent you over anything that was bolted into the ground. It’s when you started your onlyfans. Recording a video of you giving him head then riding him on a private beach. Walker loved it, loved the wild woman you are. Walker loved you.
You turn quick to face Joel. Finally worried that this is going to far but he’s quick to push you back on the bed crawling up between your legs. He looks like a cartoon wolf, tongue falling out, eyes with hearts in them as he was practically drooling over your clothed cunt.
He wants to rip the lace and dive his tongue right in but he refrains from that and just begins to suck the wetness from the cloth. His tongue pushing through the barrier right against you. He was going to savor this. He wanted to remember this. As sick as this sounds he wants to imagine him fucking you on your honeymoon.
Your hands grab at the salt and pepper curls as you slowly try to grind up into his face. Clit rubbing against his prominent nose it sends goosebumps all over your body.
“Please baby, don’t tease.” As you try to wiggle out of your panties, hips grinding against the bed as they begin to slip down. Joel’s quick to slap your thigh with his large palm.
“Stop that squirmin’! Lemme enjoy this darlin’.” Pussy drunk Joel had his accent coming out more than usual. But he obliges you and slips the panties off. Pushing you further up the bed he lays on his stomach to enjoy himself more. Cock bulging through the zipper he grinds it into the mattress. As much as he wants to just fuck you and bust in you he just pushes two fingers into you. His saliva, your wetness create a squelch that makes Joel smile big between your thighs as his tongue kitten licks your clit.
“You made me an amazing lunch baby. Thank you, but all I could think about was the dessert, this dessert. Sweet-sweet cunt served so beautifully.” Sucking at the bud his fingers push inside of you faster. Moans getting louder you can’t help but chant his name as your stomach tightens. You can feel your orgasm coming, and it’s coming quick.
Adding another finger in Joel seems determined to make you squirt. Hands release from his hair worried that you’ll pull it out and just yank at the comforter underneath you.
“Baby look at me.” Deep brown eyes, practically black are all you see. His bottom lip is between his teeth. He wants to watch your face as you fall apart under him. His hips grinding against the mattress. He’s a mess of a man. You might be about to cum but so is he just from watching you. The coil inside you snaps, the sound of liquid splashing against his hand has you throwing your head back into the bed as he keeps pumping his fingers inside you having you spray everywhere. Quickly he removes his fingers not giving you a moments rest as he shuffles onto his knees and grabs at his own belt.
Grabbing your thighs he pulls you closer to him and pushes himself inside of you. Fucking you missionary has to be the most intimate position so far for the two of you. Joel leans down arms resting by your head as he pushes the hairs sticking to your face back.
“My beautiful bride, the most wonderful woman.” As good as this feels Joel’s losing himself in you and you know it. Worried for anything else he might say you pull him deep into a kiss, tasting yourself and vanilla lipgloss all across his lips.
Headboard smacking repeatedly against the wall, Joel’s creating a rhythm between your hips with each snap of his. Your legs wrap around his waist pulling him in deeper. Joel breaks away from the kiss and moans. He straight up moans, and it’s loud. No shame in the pleasure your tight fluttering hole is giving him.
“Ah, I’m going to cum!” His eyes shut, his mouth falls open and he’s in pure ecstasy as he shoots ropes of his seed into you. Your arms wrap around his neck, a layer of sweat all over his body as he twitch’s above you, slowing down his thrusts. His arms falling from their position to full engulf you with his body.
Not wanting to crush you he wraps his arms around you and rolls over pulling you with him. Now that you’re on top Joel’s completely relaxed. He’s in nirvana as you just lay together in a comfortable silence. Your head resting against his chest listening to his rapid heartbeat slowly regulate. His hand strokes your hair that’s fallen out of its neat bun. His breaths get deeper as he drifts asleep right under you.
“Love you darlin’. “ and there it is. That’s what you were worried about. Sex is no longer the fun thing the two of you were just doing. Joel’s in love. He’s in love with his daughter in law.
a/n: let me real quickly clarify no I don’t wanna fuck my FIL I just wanna fuck Joel Miller, this came to me in a completely different way but I added another idea in and made this! I hope y’all love it cause as I post I’ll be writing an add on cause FIL Joel was something I didn’t know I needed. It’s niche but someone has to write it, also PLS let me know if you want anything specific I love writing blurbs for people 🫶🏻 not even Joel miller I love hot characters, masked men, mean men, thot men, BIG BURLY HAIRY MEN!! Joel will talk more next part I just could only get him in at the end
⚠️: Father in law!Joel Miller, reader has an onlyfans, no Sarah but Joel does have a grown son, age gap not specified for reader but Joel is 55, no outbreak, it’s definitely dub/con, mentions of alcohol and drugs(don’t do any without me), recorded sex, small anal and food play?(it’s just a line you’d probably glaze right over it), f masterbation, unprotected pinv, toys, creampie, use of sweet pet names 🫶🏻and then the word slut is tossed around a couple times, reader can fit in a dryer lmfaooo never thought I’d type that
“The whole ‘stuck inside the dryer’ that could be fun.”
Two years ago you started an only fans. Your husband loved the idea of it. Hyping you up, filming the content, giving you ideas. He loved coming home seeing you dressed up, camera ready to record the homemade videos, it made him insane, causing him to go hard and give it his all only to throw in the towel after your wet cunt milks him of his release 30 minutes after hitting record. It became a full time job for you. Once you started it was hard to stop, pulling one orgasm out of you opened a Pandora’s box of animalistic lust, in the past you’ve been called a nymphomaniac. It was a blessing and a curse to be so horny all the time. After videos with him you would let him rest, kissing him goodnight then heading to the guest room to make solo content. Your trusty pink vibrator and thick realistic dildo helping you reach your climax 5 more times before you call it a night then head to bed to edit and post the content.
Your husbands words ring through your ears as he opens a bottle of wine for you. ‘Stuck in the dryer’ it was simple really, trying to think why you’ve never thought of it before. Tonight you’re having dinner with your father in law, Joel Miller. The grumpiest old man you’ve ever met. In the two years you’ve been married you’ve seen him smile a few times, once when the two of you met, another at your engagement, and then the night of your wedding as you were leaving for your honeymoon, very quickly he grabbed your hand and pulled you into a big hug ‘welcome to the family’ he whispered when he pulled back a drunken smirk was plastered on his face. there was something about the whole interaction that sent a shiver down you spine. After the honeymoon he was over, a lot. Finding things around the new house to fix. Always mumbling to himself;
‘them new contractors don’t know what they’re doin’
Walker entertained his dads need to be helpful and useful and so did you. So to return the favors you’ve banged out dinner and dessert for the man. As you’re setting the table there’s a loud knock at the door. Walker grabs the door and smiles big when he sees his father pulling him into a manly hug, both of them patting each others back three times. “Welcome in dad! Yeah, she’s in the kitchen just finished up.” You can hear Joel’s voice ask for you, maybe it was the sip of wine you just had but hearing his voice made your legs… buckle.
His boots stepping across the hardwood floor, crossing the threshold into the dining room. Standing next to the set table, one hand on your hip the other holding your generously full glass of wine. This has to be the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on Joel’s face.
“Hello there sweetness ,you do all this for me?” Pulling you into a side hug his big warm arm going around your waist. tightly. yours going around his shoulder as you rest your head on him for a brief second. You pull back but his one arm lingers around you a little while longer.
“Well we just wanted to say thank you for working so hard to help fix up the place.” He sets the 6 pack he brought with him on the table grabbing one of the bottles and twisting off the cap and wrapping his lips around taking a big gulp. There’s a sudden dryness in your throat and you swear you can hear yourself gulp when he pulls the bottle away and runs his tongue across his bottom lip to gather the excess.
“Let’s eat, honey I’m hungry!” Walker says and the three of y’all sit down and begin to eat. One thing about Joel is that he’s a vocal eater, meaning he will moan and groan if the food is good. He loves your cooking, says it’s just like his ma’s even brought his brother Tommy over for him to have some too. You’re surprised he’s not here either. So when Joel stabs his fork into the baked chicken you were making earlier it comes as music to your ears when he lets out a throaty growl. Legs crossing even tighter now causing you to reach for your glass of wine.
When everyone finishes with dinner you head back into the kitchen to grab Joel’s favorite, your mixed berry pie. Quick on your heels is your husband. As you’re closing the oven he comes behind you wrapping his arms around your waist pressing kisses into the side of your neck. “Mm I keep imagining you on your knees inside the dryer.” He mumbles into your ear his breathy whisper making you giggle from its ticklish feel. He presses himself into the back of your ass the dress you’re wearing is already thin enough so you can practically feel the outline of him on your skin. Grabbing the pie again you quickly get out the kitchen and back to Joel.
“Everything all good, sweetness?” Joel asks seeing your chest and face red from your husbands advances.
“Oh it’s nothing just talking with Walker about the dryer, we might get a new one.” Walking back out the kitchen Walker points his beer at his father exclaiming.
“No need to fix this one dad, we’re just gon’ replace it.” He tells him and Joel just holds his hands up as you’re cutting him a slice of pie. Your hand raises to stop him from scarfing it down so you can add the whip cream on it. You shake the bottle and you can feel the eyes of both miller men on you as you shake a little too hard causing some to spray out. The spurts of cream landing on your chest and falling onto your hand.
The whole scene comical for your husband but absolutely stunning for Joel. You just laugh while your fingers gather the white cream off your chest and into your mouth. He’s looking up at your while he sits in the chair completely dumbfounded by the scene in front of him. He prays he doesn’t need to get anytime soon because the both of y’all will see his complete hard on for his daughter in law.
“Well dig in Joel, it’s your favorite!”
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It’s midnight by the time you finish cleaning up. the bottle of red wine sitting empty in the recycling bin and your husband on the couch barely awake. You wake him up and lead him into the bedroom, getting him under the covers and pressing a kiss against his lips before he whispers goodnight and a quick love you. You head into the bathroom and strip yourself of your dress, bra, and panties. Then head into the guest room grabbing your camera and putting it on the tripod set up in the corner. Laying back in the bed you start slow at first. Hand slowly trailing down your chest, ghosting lightly over the swell of your breasts. Squeezing your tits together, thumbs rubbing over your hardening nipples. Your head whips around as you begin to think about your husband and how you love to sit on his face, the feeling of his mustache on your clit. Trying to work yourself up more you think about something else, maybe about how he fucked you on the back patio, him laying on the chaise while your hands hold onto the arms rests. His hips rutting into you while you hover over him.
As your hands reaches your clit like a flash of lightning there’s a brief imagine of Joel. when he was cleaning the gutters, it had been raining for weeks and it was so humid that when he came over within 10 minutes he had stripped himself of his flannel and under shirt. Standing on a ladder one leg bent the other straight as his hands were above his head, the humidity causing beads of sweat to trail down his tan broad arms and causing his gray wife beater to blacken. The whole scene made you rush back inside, heading into the kitchen to try to forget by making him fresh squeezed lemonade.
Your hand pulls away with guilt but theres a gush that comes from you, putting your hand back between your legs your fingers gather the arousal that pours out of you. Sitting up you grab your dildo from the bedside table and begin again. Tapping the head of it against your clit the teasing causing you to moan. One hand holds the dildo while the other spreads yourself back for the camera your fingers opening up into a ‘v’ as you rub the side of the dildo along your exposed cunt. Gathering your wetness so you can slip in the thick fake cock. The dildo has more girth than your husband. His dick was long but it just didn’t give you the stretch you wanted. Pushing the tip in you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you slowly push more in. A couple seconds pass and you can feel the toy bottom out inside you stretching you out perfectly while also lightly bushing against your cervix.
Slowly you begin to move it getting used to the stretch. To edge yourself on, your fingers go to your nipples tweaking and rubbing your arousal over them causing the air to hit the wetness sending a chill through you. Your hand goes for your neck lightly pressing yourself into the bed, then another flash of Joel with his thick hand wrapped around the whole bottle. it was tiny in his big ruggedly hands. There’s a loud moan that escapes your throat and your hand holding the dildo between your legs begins to thrust faster. Now you can’t help but think of him as the sound of your gushing cunt gets louder, it’s fucking pornographic. Another image of him and it’s when your husband surprised you with a hot tub and you found Joel in it when y’all came from your honeymoon. He was red with embarrassment even though he asked his son if he could use it. You remember him getting out, water dripping down his salt and pepper covered chest the heavy drops falling off his body and his swim trunks getting stuck to his big thighs, the outline of his cock was far bigger than your husbands.
A very loud moan comes from your mouth one last time and you’re looking between your legs at the arousal squirting out of you. Your head tosses back into the pillows as your hips go crazy bucking up and into the bed. Pulling the dildo out of you and winching at the emptiness you now feel. Your shame is coating the bed and running down your arm. you swing your legs that feel like noodles over the bed and head into the bathroom to wash off the thoughts of your very hot father in law.
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There’s a bubbling nervousness in the pit of your stomach as you set up the scene. Camera set up on the tripod, the laundry room cleaned up to look like it’s never been used, and the pillow you set inside the dryer for you to bend over on. You decided to dress up for the part wearing a tight see through tank top, shorts that a too small your ass is hanging out no doubt but the real kicker is that you’re not wearing any underwear so when your bent inside the dryer they ride up causing your whole vagina to be exposed to camera view. Knee high socks and a pair of converse. it’s about 10 minutes to 12 so you decide to loosen up by smoking a little before your husband comes home for lunch.
Heading home baby see you soon!
Walker doesn’t work too far away so you finish up the joint you rolled and head back inside to your place in the dryer. You can hear his truck pull up, the engine dies and the driver door closes, your phones dings a couple more time but you don’t check it. Quickly you press record and get on your knees and head first into the dryer.
The front door opens and you begin.
“Help, I’m stuck!” You shout out before he could get out a hello causing his rushing footsteps to come past the dining room and into the laundry room. You can feel his presence behind you but what you didn’t expect is the catcall whistle that came with it.
“I got stuck in the dryer, please help me!” You plead with him wiggling your ass around, your hungry cunt wrapping itself around the crotch of your tight shorts. His hand comes down and slaps your ass hard you’re thrown off by the force he gives you but he must really like this idea since he suggested it. A deep growl comes from his throat and you can hear him getting on his knees right behind you.
“Just get me out please!” Pretending to plead with him. Walker usually talks but he’s quiet today you think nothing of it. He presses himself against you feeling the cold buckle on his belt on the back of your thighs. The roughness of his jeans as he grinds himself into you. You move forward slightly but his hands grab your hips holding you in place as he continues to grind into you.
One of your hands try to go for his belt behind you but he’s quick to slap it away. He leans back on his knees and pushes you more into the dryer ass hiked up higher. He begins to pull your shorts down to your knees and slowly trails his fingers back up your exposed legs back to your ache between your legs. “If you’re going to eat me out move the camera closer.” Breaking character for a moment you tell him and then you hear shuffling and then the sound of your tripod being picked up and set closer to the dryer.
His left hand spreading your cheeks apart the other has his finger ghosting lightly over your entrance. Suddenly there’s a harsh feeling of Walker spitting right where his finger begs to be. His middle finger pushes inside and begins twirling around inside of you. The sound of wetness and his finger pushing deep into you makes you moan out loud the echo of it escaping the dryer. Still having your cheeks spread he adds another finger this time, his ring finger. The force his hand is giving you gets faster and faster then he starts to make a come here motion with his fingers. The stretch of his two fingers alone have you white knuckling the pillow. Then his lips press a light but wet kiss to the other hole that’s getting no attention. The feeling of his mustache right on you pubic bone makes you giggle a little then his lips lower and you can feel the prickly sides of his cheeks against you. He forgot to shave this morning. You like when Walker lets his little facial hair grow out. His beard is patchy just like his fathers but you love the look. His fingers curve inside of you again and suddenly you’re about to cum.
“Fuck baby, I’m so close!” Panting out. The force from his hand gets faster and harder causing your body to shake as he begins to pound his hand into you. One of your hands goes behind you to grab his wrist. His other hand grabs your arm and holds you tightly there as your body begins to convulse violently. With your hand back behind you, you can feel your orgasm approach, well you can definitely feel it. You start squirting again the feeling of your orgasm shooting at walkers clothes. He’ll have to change before he can leave. Your arm still being held in place while his other hand begins to grab at his belt buckle. The sound of the zipper going down, then his tip slides right between your folds. Back arches from the contact you want more.
“Please fuck me.” You beg, ass wiggling around trying to find his dick so it can just slip right in but he stops you with his big hand giving each of your cheeks a few slaps. Your free hand goes behind you to stop the spanking but he’s quick to grab it and hold it with your other hand. You can feel his bare dick twitch behind you, just dying to be inside of you like a compass pointing right into your cunt. Before he pushes himself inside of you his fingers grab at the wedding ring right on your finger sliding it off and hearing the metal hit the top of the dryer. Confused but you decide to not ruin the moment with a simple question.
His fingers grab at his base to straighten his cock out and almost immediately upon penetration you know this isn’t Walker. Your head turns slightly to look behind you and you can see the recognizable green flannel that belongs to your father in law, lower part of it soaked with your arousal. His big broad hand holding both your arms back, veins poking out of his flushed red neck. His bottom lip sits between his teeth, his eyes catching you staring right at him.
“Poor little housewife, begging for her father in laws cock.” As much as you want to push him away, scream, fight, and cry for your husband your eyes just roll right back as he bottoms out inside of you. He’s the perfect size, the perfect girth, he’s perfect right inside of you and he knows it too. His free hand goes for the tripod taking the camera right off and moving it closer to his dick that’s moving slowly all the way out then slowly all the way back in.
Your mind isn’t thinking about where your husband is or how he might be standing at the door watching the whole scene happen before him instead you’re thinking about every vein you can feel on his cock, how stuffed you feel, how his balls slap right up against you, the mound of black and white pubic hair he has and how ticklish it feels grinding against you. The whole situation is fucked, how can you even go back to your husbands skinny dick? How can you ever look in your father in law in the eye after this? There’s a hard slap at your ass followed by Joel’s hand grabbing the skin at your hips.
“Such a good little slut.”
The coil in your lower stomach feels hot to the touch, your body smushed into the dryer the metal indenting into your skin. Your knees get closer together causing your pussy’s grip on Joel to get tighter around him. His hand lets go of both of yours as his thrusts get sloppier, he’s going to cum inside of you.
“Uh uh baby, you’re gon’ take this and you’re gon’ love it.” Both your hands try to push yourself out the dryer but joel just raises one of his legs to kneel beside you blocking your body from moving anymore from him. As much as you don’t want this your hand can’t help but wonder to your clit. Joel’s notices this and puts his hand over yours, your two small fingers and his two big ones rubbing all over your clit. The pressure is so much that you squirt again, your climax is grotesquely satisfying, tears begin to flow out your eyes as Joel moans very loudly, he sounds like he hasn’t had an orgasm in years and you just let the beast out the cage.
Following your release Joel gives you one last thrust practically shoving his cock inside your cervix, spraying hot cum all inside of you it feels like you’re full, so full of Joel’s cum. Body shaking around him milking him of everything he can give you. His thrusts get slower but you’re pressing back into him hard just chasing the high of being stretched full. His hand that’s still on yours slaps your clit and you’re coming again in an instant. He laughs at your desperate body as he looks down at his cock to see the white ring on cream sitting around base of him. Slowly he pulls out, his body goes limp and he lays against the washer right beside you.
Finally out the dryer you catch your breath and look at the red light blinking on your camera. You stop it the video and it saves it. A big part of you wants to delete this and curse at Joel for taking advantage of you like that, a small sluttier piece of you wants to watch it again while you suck joel clean. You just set the camera to the side, not deleting it yet. You and Joel just look each other in the eye while he begins to put his dirty dick back in his pants. he zips up and then gets up groaning like the old man he is in the process.
“You better get cleaned up, don’t want my boy to see his slut wife with his dads cum in her.” You sit on the floor at his feet just watching him grab his bag of tools and leave. Your phone dings and you wonder if it’s Walker telling you to move out cause he saw the whole scene.
Got fucking pulled over I was too excited to head home and fuck you! :(((
Just gonna head back to work :( hungry and horny see you tonight baby
While you look at those texts, one pops up sent 30 minutes ago from Joel
Hey darling I’m gonna head over and check out that dryer for ya, see you soon!
Theres nothing hotter than a man with a criminal record.
Toji had a record. He saw his parole officer more than his kid. He was in and out of jail. Sent to prison a couple times but always got out because he had “good behavior”. Had his sentences significantly reduced. Soon he was able to walk the streets again. He was fucking the warden. When you had met him he came into your job asking if they were hiring. They were, they needed a cook and he did kitchen duty in prison so he fit the criteria.
He thought nothing of you as first. The dumb little hostess who always came to bother the kitchen with stupid questions. You would come sauntering into the kitchen in that little black skirt and tight black low cut shirt, he would roll his eyes and set down his knife to answer whatever dumb question you had.
“Can you make the fish tacos with no fish?”
“Can you make a half well done half medium steak?”
“What meat comes in the chicken burrito?”
As much as he hated the questions the customers asked you he loved answering to you.
“Sure doll.” Was his favorite way to respond to you. And the blush that crept onto your cheeks showed that it was also your favorite way to get answered. When you switched to being a waitress Toji was ecstatic. Finally he was able to see you all the time. This is when the relationship the two of y’all had took a turn.
Smoke breaks outside became longer, the conversations became more intimate, and suddenly Toji was asking you to “help” him get something from the fridge that conveniently had no cameras inside of it.
Makeout sessions against the racks that held vegetables became a regular thing. Cold noses rubbing against each other was a comfort for the two of you. Then you became more bolder each day passing. Pushing him back against the rack behind him that held the marinating meat and fumbling with the stings that kept his chef pants up. Teasing only got you so far and you’ve decided you needed more. You needed his cock. Toji adored you for this. Making a bold move and taking what you wanted. Who would he be if he denied a request from a beautiful woman like yourself.
“Fuck babydoll, just like that.” Rough hand behind your head pushing you further down his thick cock, past your gag reflex. Toji knew the tickets were probably piling up on the expo and your tables probably needed refills. Clueless customers looking around for their waitress, just wondering where she could be. To busy trying to get the head chef off in the fridge.
Tongue swirling around the head he knew he wouldn’t last long. Toji hadn’t felt this good in a while and he wasn’t about to stop you so some dipshit in your section can get another Diet Coke. Instead he pushed you past your limit, just fucking your throat at this point and you allowed it. God he can’t remember that last time he came down someone’s throat.
“I’m gonna come doll!” And that’s what he did. The voices on the other side of the fridge got louder as he shot ropes down your throat. Pulling back you opened your mouth and showed him the pool of white on your tongue - in the blink of an eye it was gone. Pulling you back up he quickly shoves lemons in your arms as he grabs a marinated chicken. Suddenly the fridge door opens and there’s half the staff wondering where the chef and a waitress are.
“What I needed help with this.” Pushing past, Toji lets you out first while he follows behind giving everyone his stank face. He couldn’t wait to get you back in the fridge later that night.
There’s no way he’s was going back to prison now knowing that you would always be here ready for him.
a/n:same thing as the last chapter I started out with a different idea hated it so I deleted the whole thing and popped this out quicker than the last thing I was working on. I just wanna say THANK YOU for the love on the last part I had lots fun writing it. probably the next thing I write I’ll take a vote cause I have too many ideas but no where to start.
⚠️: infidelity!!!,father in law!Joel Miller, faking an orgasm, f!masturbation, one mention of m!masturbation, very generous and absolutely hot mentions of joel gaining a few extra pounds(I love a man with a big meaty body), recorded sex, they quite literally have sex in front of her husband!! his son!!, cucking?, one mention of pussy slapping, descriptive and sloppy m!oral, f!oral, Joel dirty talking and just being outta pocket, cream pie, unprotected pinv
In the fours years of you being with Walker you’ve never faked an orgasm, but now in the past few nights you’ve faked it three times. Your greedy cunt just missing the feeling of Joel, your father in law, who took advantage of you a couple days ago. Well…you kind of stopped him…but you kind of didn’t. You never filmed with Walker that night when he got home.
“I’m sorry baby I just have a headache right now.”
You can only use that excuse for so long, so now your ankles are on his shoulders and his eyes are locked on you while you’re trying your best to look interested, faking moans, and rolling your eyes back. It hurts that you have to act this way to your husband that you love so much but you’ve got a taste for his father. Joel hasn’t been over at all leaving you alone with your thoughts on the whole situation. As your in your head Walkers’ thrusts begin to get frantic, pumping into you faster, his neck and face getting red as he starts spills inside of you. He pulls out and falls besides you eyes shutting immediately he’s asleep now.
You can feel him beginning to spill out of you so you get up and head to the bathroom to take a bath. As you’re waiting for the tub to fill up you sit and just look at the tub itself. It’s a jacuzzi tub. a wedding gift from Joel to you. The house never came with a bath but after very little convincing Joel was happy to install one for you right next to the shower. He spent a couple months remodeling the bathroom around to give you what you wanted. The sounds of him laboring away while you were a couple rooms over editing videos for your onlyfans. To thank Joel for your bathroom everyday you made him lunch and baked him lots of sweets.
As the water rises above the jets you flip them on, the humming of them kicking on causing water to bubble up. Slowly stepping in letting your body get used to the hot temperatures before sinking in. You add a little bubble bath and let it foam up around you. The tension around your neck begins to let up and your shoulders start to relax. As you sit in the bath you think more about your twisted situation with Joel, you want it to disgust you, to make you want to cry, and confess to your husband but you can’t. There’s just a tingle between your legs as you sit in the tub he installed just for you.
When he finished installing the tub he came downstairs to see you in the kitchen, wrapped up in a ‘kiss the cook’ apron, your arms and hands covered in flour as you were making him a pie from scratch to thank him. You look up at him and notice him staring at you but thinking more about that moment you take notice in how you’re cooking has made him gain a few extra pounds, sending him home with dinner and dessert nearly every night. It came to a point where he had to stop you because even he began to take notice in how his shirts fit just a little tighter and the extra hole he poked with his knife into his belt.
“Look what you’re doing to me darlin’ “ he says as he sits on the couch unbuckling his belt, then unbuttoning his pants letting a bit of his gut come out from as he takes a deep breath.
Your mind comes back to you in the tub and the jet that poking right into your lower back is about to get used for something else right now. You turn around and align yourself with the water being pushed out at a firm pressure. You scoot closer your knees spreading into the porcelain tub, your hands grab at the rim of the tub holding yourself level with the jet. Your buck your hips forward and the jet pulses right into your cunt. You moan out in shock and grip the edge of tub tighter in your hands. Hips bucking over the jet to start a rhythm, your thighs beginning to shake one hand lets go of the tub and grab at your chest, taking your nipple in between your fingers pulling ever so slightly at it
Your mind going right back to Joel sitting on your couch legs spread, pants undone, one hand holding a beer and the other bent behind his head. He looked so goddamn good that night. Now your mind can’t help but think about how the night could’ve gone different if you just straddled his big thighs and slowly grounded yourself into him. You imagine he’d just watch you on top of him, still in his lax state maybe even taking va sip of his beer while you go crazy on his jean covered lap. Your feet start to ache from the pointed state they are in but your orgasm is so close you can feel it. you close your eyes breathing from your mouth, the heat of the water causing a couple beads of sweat to roll down your temple. Slowly rocking yourself into the jet the water begins to slosh around. Like a chant, your mind just screams Joel. At this point you can’t help but think about him and how’d he look if you rode him. The way his face would contort, the noises he’d make, and the dirty filthy things he’d say about you.
Something along the lines of ‘cock hungry housewife’ or ‘his slutty daughter in law’
Your knees try to shut by themself as you begin to ride out your orgasm. Your hands holding tight onto the edge of the tub, you feel like you’ll float away if you let go. As you reach your peak Joel’s cocky smile flashes behind your eyes and you can’t help but let his name escape your lips making the infidelity seem so real now. Your knees drop and you’re a panting mess, pressing the top of your body into the cold tub you just dangle your arms over the tub and catch your breath. Praying and hoping to god Walker didn’t hear you moan his fathers name.
The bath water goes cold by the time you get out. Giving your legs a break from the beating they took from you and the jet. Slipping your robe on and slowly opening the bathroom door, peaking around to see your husband, leg dangling off the bed and his face shoved into the pillow. He heard nothing. The lump in your throat subsides, for now, as you slip into bed. Checking your phone you left on the nightstand you see two texts from Joel. One an attachment and another a text. Your heart races as you unlock your phone and press on his notification.
My third time today jerking off, can’t stop thinking about your tight pussy
It’s a picture of him watching porn. By the way he’s taking the picture it seems like he has his phone very close to his face as he shows his bare.. hairy… meaty thighs and his cock hard as can fucking be. When your eyes make contact with it, you flip your phone screen down into the blanket trying to think if you saw that correctly. Raising it back up you look at his angry red tip and the ropes of cum in his open hand on his thigh. Your eyes race all over the picture and you make out what he was watching. Your fingers pinch the screen to zoom in and the screen says.. daughter in law is an easy fuck!!
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You slept with your phone clutched close to you last night, scared that Joel was going to send another text and Walker was going to look at it.
By the time you wake up it’s a little after 10 in the morning. Walker has a dentist appointment today and you told him to wake up so you could take him but he loves letting you just sleep in. Your mind races a million miles a minute as you look at your phone and see that he’s going to ask his father to pick him up and drop him off. Do you get ready? do you wear a lot or very little clothing? do you do your makeup? First you decide to brush your teeth and comb your hair but somewhere along the way you started doing your makeup, mascara, eyeliner, and a pair of lashes. If you were going to see Joel you were going to look good.
Not knowing what to do with yourself you decide to just sit on the couch and wait for Walker and Joel. Ten minutes of twiddling your thumbs later and Joel’s truck pulls up in the driveway. Leaping off the couch and going to the window peaking a little from behind the blinds to see Joel rushing to the passenger side door as Walker, who looks absolutely drugged up, opens the door body dangling out. You watch Joel be soft with the boy, grabbing his hands, steadying his body against the truck as Joel grabs his medicine. It’s a tender moment and even with what happened between the two of you he loves his son, his only kid, he’ll always love him. You open the door and Walker pushes himself off his father and onto you engulfing you in a big hug that pushes you back a little.
“My wife! Ah..god I love saying that,” Joel grabs him off you and walks him further into the house. “I want to go upstairs! I want to make love to my wife!” Walker demands to his father, causing your face to go red, you can feel the heat rise off your body when Joel snickers a little at that comment. Joel just grabs his sons arm and drapes it over his shoulder as they walk side by side up the stairs. He kicks the door open with his dirty boot and then drops his son spread on the bed. Within seconds Walkers’ eyes begin to close but you’re quick to get him comfortable before he can pass out from the drugs. Joel goes back downstairs and a few moments later returns with a beer in his hand and Walkers medicine in the other.
“Doc said his mouth gauze needs to be changed every three hours.” Taking a big sip of the beer as he tosses the bag on the bed. The bottle leaves his lips, a line of saliva keeping him connected to the bottle, causing him to swipe his tongue across his bottom lip. it’s almost like an invitation for you to do something. His eyes wonder from you then to the bathroom right at the tub he installed.
“You liking the tub?” He begins to walk closer to you, the neck of the bottle being held by his thick fingers. You rise from Walkers side staring right into Joel’s eyes. “I remember when you asked me to install it,” his fingers coming up to push back some of the hair in your face. “I agreed happily cause I knew you’d be rubbing your pussy against the jet.” Your breath hitches in your throat and Joel takes notice in that your reaction making him chuckle. “Goddamn dirty slut!” His words echoing through the room, Walker snoring lightly besides y’all.
“I made myself cum on it last night.” It comes out of you so honestly that you can’t think about why you said it until after it sits in the air. He sets the empty bottle on the night stand and notices your wedding ring there as well. You wanted this and he sees that, it sends a bolt of electricity through his chest.
“Take off my clothes.” He tells you and you comply not really needing to be told twice or at all, you want him bare, you want to see his body and all the age and history it holds. Every scar and bruise you want to kiss, to run your tongue down his chest, over his stomach. The salty taste of him on the tip of your tongue as you run it down his peppered happy trail.
Falling to your knees quick, small hands tugging at his belt, to pull it out in one swoop and then unbuttoning his pants, your hand tries to push itself inside his boxers but he just grabs at your wrist shaking his head. “Gotta work for it, bitch.” You’re so taken back by him saying that but he keeps you in check by grabbing your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks tightly with his fingers. “Daddy didn’t tell you to stop did he?” It’s crazy how you’re eating this shit up right now.
Joel’s lips smash into your squished face, his hand moving from your face to your throat applying light pressure to the sides with his thumb and pointer finger. He pulls away and his eyes are black with lust at this point, your face is burning up you can feel your wetness beginning to seep out the sides of your panties, the cold wood floor keeping your body from engulfing in flames. Your husband, his son asleep right next to y’all.
“G’head you ain’t done with me yet, sweetheart.” You stand back up and grab the edge of his shirt pulling it off his chest and over his arms, his salt and peppered chest hair sits so nicely spread in the middle of his tan pecs. A bit of his stomach rolling over his boxers, god he’s look so fucking hot, so…big, so..delicious. You grab his face in your hands and press your lips hard back into his, he slips his tongue inside your mouth, an animalistic urge takes over you as you bite down on the appendage. He pulls back and lets out a low growl his thumbs snaking down to hook into his boxers as he lets them slide down his thick thighs. His cock coming out and slapping against his lower stomach.
“G’me my phone,” he holds his hand out and you grab it from his pile of clothes and hand it to him. He swipes it open and then holds it above his stomach the back camera pointing right at you. “don’t get shy on me now.” He says and you give him an evil smile as you begin to tie your hair back ready to give him the sloppiest head in his life. Your hands holds his cock straight your tongue swirling around the tip before you pull back and spit right at it using the spit as lube in your hand.
You take him back in your mouth going fully down your nose getting tickled by the mound of pubic hair on him. He moans out as you let him rest in the back of your throat swallowing around the tip. He grabs the back of your messy ponytail with his free hand and pulls you off him, lines of spit connecting his cock to your mouth. You look at the camera and give it a little giggle before you go back to sucking, your hand jerks the rest of him while you take just the tip, you pull moan after moan from him it’s music to your ears to hear him like this. His hand goes back to your ponytail pushing you deeper onto him earning gags to come from your throat.
“This girl right here is my daughter in law, look at the way she sucks cock, her father in laws cock.” His praise just eggs you on to give the camera a real show one that they’ve never seen with your husband. Your hands grab at his ass as you push him deeper into your throat, you stay still for a few seconds just breathing through your nose as you moan on his cock. You finally pull back when you feel like you can’t breathe anymore. Lines of spit falling from your mouth, you look up at the camera and breathe through your mouth causing spit bubbles to rise and pop.
He pulls you up by your armpit and walks you to the edge of the bed where he tosses you like laundry onto it. Joel pushes walkers legs to his side of the bed and lays you back further on it. His upper half of his body is resting on the bed while one leg steadies himself he grabs your legs and motions them over his shoulders while he lowers his head down to your wet cunt. He licks a stripe up you, you let out a lewd moan at the contact of his tongue on you. His lips kiss at your clit, sucking lightly rubbing it between his lips. Your hands grab at the phone that’s still recording, you hold it steady as you capture him eating you out happily. His head moves back as his hand comes around to pull back your mound exposing your clit to the cold bedroom air. The tip of his tongue just assaults your clit relentlessly. Your moans getting louder and louder, you spread your arm reaches out and you accidentally to touch Walker, you recoil your free hand back into Joel’s hair.
Greedy hands push his head into you, slowly grinding yourself into his mouth. He moves his head away this time hand coming down to slap your clit. Your mouth gapes open you want to scream from the contact but your hand just goes over your mouth.
“Greedy girls get punished, don’t do it again otherwise you won’t cum.” You dare not toy with him because you know he’ll stop. The thought of being edged sounds fun but not when you’ve been craving Joel for three days now. His hand grabs the phone as he pushes himself up to his knees he moves closer to you your legs going around his waist to pull him in. He lines himself up with you and slowly pushes in the camera getting in close to capture your hungry cunt taking his whole thick length. You take a breath when he bottoms out he slowly begins moving.
“Fucking hell-‘ he hisses out as he slowly starts to move.” She’s sucking me back in.” He’s referring to your pussy that’s clenching so hard around him. You want him to always be inside of you, while you wash the dishes, while you cook, you know that Joel has a home office maybe one day you can go over while he works and just sit on his cock. His pace gets faster and faster the bed staring to shake from his thrusts.
“Already creamin’ on me darlin’.” His accent sounds like melted honey in your ears, Walker does his best to conceal his accent, but not Joel he embraces his Texan roots and you find the southern charm irresistible. “Mmm, darlin’ you are sweeter than your pies.” His thumb rubbing small circles in your clit stops as he licks the spent from his finger. You can feel your burning orgasm coming you feel like you’re going to explode.
He pulls out of you quickly causing you to whine at the loss. He grabs your thigh and flips you around making you stare right at Walker who’s still passed out. Your ass is hiked up in the air Joel pressing himself back into you and starting up his ruthless pace. “Fuck look at that ass shaking.” He says and a hard slap lands on your ass, your mouth biting into the comforter to stop any noise from coming out but the sound of skin on skin defeats the purpose.
“Daddy-please let me cum!” You whine out between his thrusts, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix each time. He drops his phone down on the bed, one hand on your hip and the other coming around your thigh to press your stomach in feeling his cock rub against your insides. You’re drooling at this point so cock drunk that you can’t help what you say or do next.
“Cum in me again daddy, put a fucking baby in me!” You scream out and who is Joel to deny the request of a beautiful woman. He thrusts into you faster then let’s out an echoing moan as he spills inside on you. The feeling of him blowing his load is enough to send you over the edge. Screaming into the comforter as he thrusts his cum deeper inside of you. He pulls out and falls on your side of the bed. Walker, his wife, and his father all in the same bed it’s a twisted fucking scene for sure. You try to move but your legs feel stuck just scooting up the bed right in the middle of them.
“I’ve been faking my orgasms for the past couple nights.” You tell him bluntly, you tell him like it’s his fault because is it. He’s ruined you for your husband and he knows it. You’ve also ruined him, how is he supposed to go back to having pussy from a rando. He wants his daughter in law, his kinky daughter in law who sucks and fucks like his own personal pornstar.
“Well when you feel like that darlin, just break something and you know I’ll be over in a heartbeat, just for you.” Walker begins to move around groaning at the pain that’s coming from his mouth that causes Joel to get up and begin getting dressed. You sit up and begin to take care of your husband. Joel gives you a light whistle as you take the bloody gauze out of walkers mouth your head turning to look at the door. He gives you a wink and blows you a kiss then walks out the door leaving you with your husband once again.
