Sotuvcex

MDNI. 32. F. Got deleted again 🙄 so help me find my mutuals. Used to be someofthatultraviolencex + thatultraviolencex. NSFW. Same kinks, creampie, raw, cnc, breeding, soft dom, pet names, praise + degradation, role play, DD/BG or LG (w/o age play)… Love to dirty talk, especially to daddies but I don’t send photos so don’t ask 🙃 i ♡ dirty dms telling what you want to do to me ♡

[haramaster]

[ozzy-otaku-deactivated20171002]

Words Worth

Delta 01

[yourlesbianscom]

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[cartoonhentaipn]

[mstrdrew24]

Good girls really suck... 😉

[sexylittlemonsters]

[thetentaclepit]

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[withoutwarningwithoutremorse]

[me00wsblog]

[4ngelarchive]

𝜗𝜚 Thinking of riding old man Joel who swears on not helping you when you get tired but always breaks bc you’re his little girl :( he can never say no!!!

I need him so bad wahhh!!!!!!

“Tha’s it bunny, keep rubbin’ that pretty pussy on daddy” Joel purred into your neck. You were humping him like a bunny, so desperate and fast Joel was a little worried you’d end up rubbing your skin raw.

But his worries were quickly dismissed as he felt the pooling wetness growing on his sweats. You were dripping all over him, rubbing that sensitive spot against his hard on.

You whimpered out soft praises that made Joel’s heart melt. “ Feel’s so good daddy” “keep touchin’ me pa”

You were going to give the poor old man a heart attack with the things you said. It made him feel guilty and perverted, yet he couldn’t stop kneading and squeezing your tits and tummy when you gave him the chance.

And whenever he fucks you, he always fucks you in the positions that gave him the perfect view your face and cunt. You’re his secret prize.

“See how she makes room f’me baby? Jus’ can’t help givin’ her anything she needs when she’s this sweet” Joel smiled with his eyes trailing down to your cunt. The lewd image of your wetness and your fat puffy cunt squeezing around him made his mouth go dry.

It looks so good. His fat thick dick and greying pubic hair in contrast to your smooth plush cunt only made him fuck you harder. “Joellll” you whimpered out with your hands tapping at his abdomen “nuh uh, you’re gonna take it. You wanted to ride me, now you gotta finish what you started” Joel clicked his tongue in disapproval.

The second Joel felt your hips slowing down he adjusted himself under you, gripping your hips and pushing you forward. He couldn’t help himself, even when he tells you to do it yourself. He’d be crazy not to make a pretty thing like you cum in his arms, give you a reason never to leave.

You fell flat on his chest and moaned in bliss as he pounded into your cunt. His pace was brutal.

You could hear his balls slapping against your ass, it made you dizzy. You muffled out a sob as you came, your nails dug into his shoulders as he focused on the pulsing of your pussy around him.

Chills ran down your spine as you felt Joel cum inside you. You felt so full with his dick still buried in you. The sticky feeling between your legs made you smile, it was all for him.

“Next time m’ not helpin’ you. You ask to ride me, you do it like a big girl” Joel breathily but sternly spoke knowing damn he’d never make you work for a thing.

Your wish was his command.

[lux-ravenawolf]

[littlcdarlin]

could we get a lil drabble on how joel would react to needy reader waking him up in the middle of the night pawing at him because she needs just her old man to put her back to sleep

warnings: fauxcest, reader calls Joel dad, Joel calls reader kiddo, unspecified age gap (I imagined 60 & 20s), somnophilia, which means inherently dubcon but super mild and everyone is into it, grumpy old Joel, I need him to give me quadruplets rn, mention of my man Sigmund Freud

note: wow this request really…got me. Can’t stop thinking about Joel fucking me to sleep. Don’t execute me in the town square for writing more fauxcest please

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Joel hasn’t slept well in at least two decades.

He tried it all — pacing, counting sheep, drinking himself into a kind of stupor, any kind of pills he could find and many of them, sex, so much physical activity he hoped he would pass out, hell even therapy when he first arrived in Jackson. None of it worked. Some things worked less than others, like the pills. Might as well have swallowed M&Ms dry, at least the sugar would’ve released some dopamine.

Then he met you, of course, and things got…not exactly easier, but the edges of his life felt less jagged. You smoothed him out a little.

Maybe it was because he had to take care of you in the beginning, because neither Tommy nor Maria knew what to do with an injured little girl like you, scared half to death, hungry, and so alone you reminded them of an abandoned baby animal, though it was clear you were an adult way before you started speaking and confirmed it. He couldn’t treat his life like something to be sedated and dulled at all costs, not while you were his responsibility.

He sleeps better now, once in a blue moon he even gets eight hours. It’s the warmth and trust you offer him that makes his jaw a little more willing to unclench.

He doesn’t mind when you do this, it’s just that he still thinks of sleep as something to cling to when he gets the chance, and your legs wedging themselves right between his thighs aren’t helping with his slumber.

“G’to sleep,” he mumbles, keeping his eyes firmly closed, worried the moonlight might irrevocably pull his brain into the land of the waking again. “Stop moving s’much.”

You’re such a good listener usually, always eager to do as he says and make him happy. You never try to piss him off, he knows that. But you’re half asleep and in this state your superego is slave to your id.

God-fucking-dammit. He has arrived at Freud, or what he remembers of Freund anyway, so he’s definitely not falling asleep in the next couple of hours.

“I said go to sleep,” he mutters again, because you’re still wiggling around, and even if he can’t sleep, he has no interest in taking care of the rapidly growing consequence of your movements. Mainly because he would have to get up to clean you both up afterwards, and his back has been hurting for days now.

He’s an old man, Joel Miller. He doesn’t want to fuck in the middle of the night.

“Please,” you half mumble and half whine, eyes closed and mouth all drooly and slack with sleep. “Please, Dad.”

Joel feels his cock harden fully and curses you for your dreams. He doesn’t know what made you come up with calling him that, but it started a couple of weeks ago, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t scratch some sick itch inside of him best left buried.

You whimper again, push your little hips against his thigh. You’re desperate and incapable and it’s so fucking annoying how hard it makes him to see you truly need him. He’s tired and his back hurts and he’s annoyed, but he likes being needed.

He could wake you, but he knows what that would mean for him. Your little pussy is so wet, he’s positive you would throw a fit until he fucked you, really fucked you, and ever since he made you come five times in a row, you’re rarely satisfied with one orgasm. And God, Joel just wants to sleep.

So he slides the hand on your back down and over the curve of your ass. Your panties are so soaked, he has to peel them off of your pussy and slides them down a couple of inches, just low enough for him to have access. This will finally make you lie still, he’s sure of it.

His cock is so hard, he doesn’t need to stroke it much, just pulls it from his boxers and aligns it with your slippery entrance. You whimper something that sounds suspiciously like Dad, and Joel pushes in.

That makes your eyes flutter, and Joel almost curses. He doesn’t want you awake, he wants you satisfied and asleep and unmoving, so he can finally rest himself. You whimper again.

“Shhh,” Joel coos into your ear, “you can sleep, sweetheart. No need for you to be awake for this.”

And your eyes close again, as you flutter around his fat cock, always doing as he says when you’re conscious enough to understand it.

“There we go,” Joel mumbles, thrusting softly, his own eyelids heavy. “Just let Dad put you to sleep, sweet girl.”

[cncbigd]

[fuckmeupiguess]

I'm so jealous of her 🥵 clearly being pounded into so hard she's basically skewered on Orc Cock. Only to be lifted by the rough thrust and betrayed by your own body weight and gravity helping this monster use your body for its own satisfaction.

Having already won the battle against the elves, it's only right that the warriors get their pick of the former Top Brass, now personal cum dumps for their celebrations. She might not even be kept. They might just ruin her holes, stretching to the max, fitting as many into each hole as they can.

She's blacked out several times from asphyxiation when they face fucked her and forgot to pay attention to her slapping her pathetic arms against their thick muscular thighs. Instead holding her head to shove as much down her tight resistant throat before filling her stomach with load after load of cum.

She opens her eyes at one point to lying in a puddle of cum. She's been positioned so that her ass is kept in the air. They started shoving two at a time in her ass a while ago and now one has his thumbs in her ass stretching her ass, though the gape was going to last anyways. Someone shoves his whole fist in her ass, punching her already abused hole to mimic deep rough thrusting.

The last thing she remembers is a detached awe that all 3 massive orc cocks fit in her ass even with another 2 deep in her pussy.

[halfgay-halfboy]

Date idea:

You take out a condom and show me the expiry date: it's before today's date. You tear it properly and I watch you lube up your cock carefully rolling the condom onto it and making sure to squeeze out the air at the tip.

I spread my legs wide for you and rub myself where you can view my cunt. You position yourself between my legs, push your cockhead past my dripping and puffy folds, and thrust to the hilt.

You start fucking me, allowing the barrier between us to become well lubricated with my slick, periodically pulling out enough to check the integrity of our protection. Your thrusts become more insistent, fucking into my cunt deeper and deeper as you stretch me out and I relax--no, submit-- to your onslaught. Your movements with time become more erratic, more beastial; your breath heavier, more labored. You're going to cum.

You push my thighs up and back, pressing them into my chest, my knees are in my armpits. My cunt is as exposed as it could be in this position. Your hips drive forward as far as they can go as your breath hitches and I feel your cock throb inside me. The condom serves its purpose as you release your semen into it. I can feel how warm it is; it's a lot. Your thumb circles my shiny tdick, wet with slick and engorged with arousal. It triggers the muscular walls of my cunt to contract and massage your slightly flaccid cock, which is quickly recovering its blood flow to bring back your erection while you're still inside me. While you're still wearing the used condom full of your cum.

You pull out slightly and grip my thighs that held me in the mating press.

The mating press.

My nervous system starts to panic, and my eyes widen as I realize what's about to happen to me. I am given no chance to protest before you slam your hard cock deep into my cunt once more. Your cockhead reaching my deepest parts and hitting my back walls like a battering ram; it hurts, I've never felt you get this big. The pain brings tears to my eyes, and I find my voice to tell you, "Please slow down, you're hurting me." I watch your lips curl into a sadistic smile as you continue abusing my cunt without regard. This condom isn't going to hold if this keeps up. We put one on because we both knew how risky of a day it was to fuck raw. If you came inside me, I'd for sure get knocked up. I plead with you to pull out and get a new condom. "Please stop, you can't keep fucking me like this! The condom.. it'll break! Your cum will-"

You lean your body forward, pinning me with your weight and clamping a hand over my mouth, hushing me as your cock pistons in and out of my cunt; you're hitting my good spot and I feel the buildup right before the pleasure forces my muscles to bear down and I squirt all over your balls; that were once slapping my asshole with each thrust but now we're pressed against it. The walls of my cunt clench and try to push your cock out and from my position on my back, watching you rape me with my own pussy in my face, it's all I can see: creamy globs are leaking out from around your cock and dripping down my tdick. Your cocks assault has broken the condom. There was nothing standing in the way of your weeks pent-up loads of spunk from claiming me, knocking me up.

Your hand stifles a sob from my mouth as I feel your hips clash with mine; and stay there. You're not even thrusting into me at this point. Your cock, without a condom, is pressed into my cunt as deep as it could ever go, giving it kisses as your roll your hips forward and push your already present load further inside me. You lean in and clamp your teeth into my neck as you pant and shake. This isn't happening, this can't be happening.

And that's when it happened.

You bit down onto my neck even harder, a gravely moan erupting from your teeth as hold yourself inside me; your bare cock twitches, shooting its second load of weeks saved semen deep inside my defensless cunt.

Just when I think it's finally over, you reach down with your hand and rub my oversensitive tdick in circles. I beg for mercy though your fingers on my lips, desperately attempting to hold myself from having an orgasm from you raping me. But you insist, unrelenting, and the circles you trace around my tdick force me to cum around your still penetrating cock, keeping all your semen inside as my insides open up and take in every drop.

[headoverharrington]

how i feel reading smut in the morning like it’s the newspaper

[hsispunk]

Happy Father’s Day, Daddy

neighbor/dbf! joel miller (40) x female reader (20)

warnings: 18+ smut: age gap, dirty talk, hair pulling, un protected p in v, oral m receiving, daddy kink, sneaking around.

summary: it’s the annual father’s day cook out in jackson. joel, your neighbor and dad’s bestfriend who your secretly hooking up with looks so good so you treat him to a nice father’s day present.

wc: 1.3k

A/N: happy father’s day joel miller 🫶🏻🫶🏻 wrote this super quick so sorry if it’s terrible.

It was the annual Father’s Day Cook-Out in Jackson, the whole town gathered at each other's houses to celebrate the fathers, uncles, and grandparents.

The smell of barbecue ribs and grills took over your entire street.

Every household cooked food for the whole town; it was sort of a huge potluck.

You were currently sitting outside in your front yard, people watching. Your dad chose to grill some burgers and hot dogs for the cook out, so he was beginning to prep the grill for the long night ahead of him.

Next to him was his best friend, Joel Miller.

He was your next-door neighbor and a father to his thirteen-year-old daughter, Sarah.

You babysat Sarah a few times now that you were back from college for the summer. Joel paid you well, and in many different ways.

What your father didn’t know was that you were fucking his best friend behind his back.

Those nights you stayed the night at Joel’s house because you ‘fell asleep on the couch after putting Sarah to bed’ was all a lie.

Joel was actually just pounding you into his mattress all night long.

Last night was no different.

“That’s my girl, taking my big cock in her tiny little pussy.” He grunted into your ear. Joel was railing into you from behind, his hands holding your wrists behind you against his chest.

“Fuck, Daddy! Feels so good!” you whined. His hand came over your mouth to shut you up.

“Quiet, if you wake Sarah, we stop.” He released your wrists, causing you to fall forward into the comforter. “Moan into the bedding, baby.”

Tingles go straight to your pussy at the thought of last night. Fuck you wanted him again. You wanted him right now.

You walk up to your dad and Joel.

“Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!” You say to your dad with a hug. While your face is over his shoulder, you make eye contact with Joel. His eyes are dark at the sound of the name you call him in bed, coming off your lips.

“Thank you, sweetheart, you tell Joel that yet? He’s a father too, ya know.” Your dad says.

You smile at Joel, “Happy Father’s Day, Joel.” He nods as a thank you. You fake yawn while looking at him, before looking back at your dad. “I think I’m going to take a power nap, I am just so exhausted from last night.” Joel coughs.

“What happened last night? Weren’t you just babysitting Sarah?” Your dad asks curiously.

“I was, she’s just a lot at bedtime, really wore me out.” Your dad lets you go with the agreement that you come back out in less than an hour to help plate people's food.

As you walk to the front door, you sway your hips a little in your cherry dress you had worn just for Joel. Cherries were his favorite.

Before closing the door behind you, you look over your shoulder at Joel. He was already staring at you, so you smirked at him before going inside.

Once you made it to your bedroom, it’s not long before Joel is walking through the same door and locks it behind him.

Joel had told your dad he was going inside the house to prep the food, and he’d back out once he was finished. He left out the part that he was about to go fuck his daughter under his own roof.

“Jesus, baby. What were you thinking, teasing me in front of your old man?”

“I just want you so bad, daddy.” You whine as you sit at the edge of your bed starting at him with doe eyes.

“Your pussy misses my cock already? The pounding I gave ya’ last night just wasn’t enough?” He walks up to you and brings his hand up to your chin.

“Need it.” You tell him. “Use me how you want. It’s my father’s day gift to you.”

“Oh, sweet girl, how thoughtful of you.” He flips you over, so you’re bent over the end of your bed, on top of your pink ruffled bedding. “You wear this for me, sugar? You know how much I love cherries.”

“For you, daddy, only you.” That perks his cock right up. He’s fully hard in seconds from grinding against your ass.

“I’m all achy.” You cry as you dry hump the bed in a desperate attempt to get some friction against your clit.

“Oh, my baby is needy. It’s okay, I’m gonna fuck you so good, daddy will take care of ya.” He tells you before hiking your dress over your hips.

You wore the tiniest little lace thong for him. You wiggle your butt against his hard on. Joel is sure he could come from that alone.

“My god, baby.” He says, and you giggle.

He quickly takes his leaking cock out of his pants before spitting down your ass. His fingers rub his spit down to your pussy, which is already extremely wet.

“Mmm, put it in, please, want you inside of me.” You say, at the feeling of his finger prodding your entrance.

He slaps his hard cock on your pussy a few times before entering.

“Fuck, Daddy!” It feels like the wind got knocked out of you from how big and girthy he was. You don’t think you’d ever get used to it. “It’s so big!”

“Take it, baby, just take it.” He moans before grabbing your hair to create a makeshift ponytail around his wrist. Your back is now against his chest as he fucks into you.

This angle allows him to hit parts so deep inside of you.

“I think this pussy was just made for my cock, baby. What do ya think?” You nod in agreement. He was like your missing puzzle piece, you felt so empty without him. He pulls your hair for your lack of words. “Say it.”

“It was made for you!” You cry. You feel your pussy clamping around his throbbing cock, so you start rubbing in circular motions on your clit.

If anyone were to walk outside your door, they would hear the sound of your wet pussy taking Joel’s cock. You’d hope your dad was still outside.

Just a couple of more thrusts, and you were coming on Joel’s cock.

“There it is, baby, come all over my cock.” He says as he lets go of your hair and fucks you through your orgasm.

You whine from the feeling of him still in you, your legs shaky, and you feel like you could fall over on the mattress if he weren’t holding you up by your hips.

He kisses your shoulder before slipping out of you and flipping you back over to sit on the bed.

You make eye contact with his bright red cock in your face, his tip still leaking.

Your mouth starts to water, so you lean forward and place a soft kiss on the head of his cock before looking up at him. “I want to make you come, daddy.”

“Go ahead, baby.” He encourages you, and you lick up his length before taking him into your mouth. “Shit.” He cusses.

You take him all the way in the back of your throat, your nose hitting the hairs at his base, causing you to gag on him.

You loved hearing the noises he made when you gave him blow jobs; it was your favorite thing to hear.

Your head bobs up and down in his cock, slobber spilling out the sides of your mouth. You looked like pure sex, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

“Just like that, baby, I’m gonna come.” He moans out.

That only motivates you to get him to his end. You speed up in your movement, gagging a few times.

“Come in my mouth. I want to taste it, Daddy.” You tell him, and that’s all he needed to hear.

Warm spurts of his come shoot straight into your mouth. It fills your throat; you have to swallow to not waste any of it. He’s a moaning mess above you.

You swallow the last drop and open your mouth to show him.

“You’re so good to me, baby,” He moans at the image of you below him, looking completely fucked.

“Happy Father’s Day, Daddy.” You say.

“Thank you, baby.”

[lord-of-dice-and-kinks]

I’ll make it fit

I’m in the mood to bend you over, roughly positioning you where I want while sinking my fingers into your flesh. Roughly pulling you backwards by the hips and grinding my fat cock against your ass. I want to pull your head backwards, arching your back, while kissing your lips in a feral and lustdriven embrace. Before pushing your head into the pillow and mounting you from behind. Maybe I’m pushing the tip of my cock against your drippy pussy. Or maybe against your tight asshole. As I start to push my dick inside. I want you to verbally struggle and whimper. I want you to tell me I’m stretching you out. That it doesn’t fit. That it’s too much. That you feel like a toy. That you’ll break. Which then I’ll respond by hushing you, before leaning in nice and closely to you and pushing my dick slowly deeper inside of you. Stretching you as I fill you up with inch after inch. “Shh. Just stay still and take it. You are my little slut. My little toy. My little sub. So you know what will happen? I’ll make it fit. I’ll make you take it like the goodgirl you are. I’ll stretch out your drippy little hole and use it for my pleasure.”