MDNI. 32. F. Got deleted again đ 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 donât send photos so donât ask đ i ⥠dirty dms telling what you want to do to me âĄ
đđ Thinking of riding old man Joel who swears on not helping you when you get tired but always breaks bc youâre his little girl :( he can never say no!!!
I need him so bad wahhh!!!!!!
âThaâs it bunny, keep rubbinâ that pretty pussy on daddyâ Joel purred into your neck. You were humping him like a bunny, so desperate and fast Joel was a little worried youâd 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 Joelâs heart melt. â Feelâs so good daddyâ âkeep touchinâ me paâ
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 couldnât 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. Youâre his secret prize.
âSee how she makes room fâme baby? Jusâ canât help givinâ her anything she needs when sheâs this sweetâ 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. âJoellllâ you whimpered out with your hands tapping at his abdomen ânuh uh, youâre gonna take it. You wanted to ride me, now you gotta finish what you startedâ 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 couldnât help himself, even when he tells you to do it yourself. Heâd 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.
âNext time mâ not helpinâ you. You ask to ride me, you do it like a big girlâ Joel breathily but sternly spoke knowing damn heâd never make you work for a thing.
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 reallyâŠgot me. Canât stop thinking about Joel fucking me to sleep. Donât execute me in the town square for writing more fauxcest please
He tried it all â 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 wouldâve released some dopamine.
Then he met you, of course, and things gotâŠnot 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 couldnât 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. Itâs the warmth and trust you offer him that makes his jaw a little more willing to unclench.
He doesnât mind when you do this, itâs 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 arenât helping with his slumber.
âGâto sleep,â he mumbles, keeping his eyes firmly closed, worried the moonlight might irrevocably pull his brain into the land of the waking again. âStop moving sâmuch.â
Youâre 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 youâre 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 heâs definitely not falling asleep in the next couple of hours.
âI said go to sleep,â he mutters again, because youâre still wiggling around, and even if he canât 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.
Heâs an old man, Joel Miller. He doesnât want to fuck in the middle of the night.
âPlease,â you half mumble and half whine, eyes closed and mouth all drooly and slack with sleep. âPlease, Dad.â
Joel feels his cock harden fully and curses you for your dreams. He doesnât 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 didnât scratch some sick itch inside of him best left buried.
You whimper again, push your little hips against his thigh. Youâre desperate and incapable and itâs so fucking annoying how hard it makes him to see you truly need him. Heâs tired and his back hurts and heâs 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, heâs 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, youâre 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, heâs sure of it.
His cock is so hard, he doesnât 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 doesnât want you awake, he wants you satisfied and asleep and unmoving, so he can finally rest himself. You whimper again.
âShhh,â Joel coos into your ear, âyou can sleep, sweetheart. No need for you to be awake for this.â
And your eyes close again, as you flutter around his fat cock, always doing as he says when youâre conscious enough to understand it.
âThere we go,â Joel mumbles, thrusting softly, his own eyelids heavy. âJust let Dad put you to sleep, sweet girl.â
I'm so jealous of her đ„” 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.
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