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psojway · 13 days ago

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Like Father, Like Son

Pairing: bfd!Joel x Reader

Summary: When your boyfriend won’t, his father will.

Warnings: 18+. Unprotected piv. Age gap. Dad[dy] kink. Infidelity — Reader cheats on her boyfriend with Joel. Pervy!Joel. Cocky!Joel. Subby!Reader. Finger-sucking. Spitplay. Joel c*ms on your tummy then fucks it back in.

Note: I was about to take a nap today, and this thought popped into my head. Couldn’t rest until I wrote it out LOL

Word count: 1.3k

The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree, apparently.

At a staggering 6’4, Jimmy Miller is the single tallest boy in your class; his father, Joel, is scarcely an inch taller. Both of them prefer to keep their hair cut pretty short. Their shoulders are broad, and their jaws have a square-ish set—Jimmy’s chin and neck are dusted in the darkest black stubble imaginable, and Joel’s is all salt-and-pepper, thanks to the passage of nearly fifty years.

Jimmy plays football and lacrosse, and Joel runs the equivalent of a 5K on a daily basis, in addition to more strength training and core exercises than you’d think possible for a man even half his age. They both are able to boast physiques that are fit, taut, toned, and strong.

The only area where the elder Miller might have your boyfriend beat is in the way the tip of his cock can reach your cervix—and keep hitting it, repeatedly, in just the way you like it, to make you cum quicker than anything.

You shouldn’t have known what that felt like.

Your first instinct when Jimmy rolled off of you tonight and collapsed into the space beside you in bed should not have been to wait until he fell asleep and then sneak off silently to his father’s room. That was wrong of you.

This is borderline evil, what you’re doing with your hips in the heat and comfort of this oversized bed. Joel is smug.

He has a firm hold on your thighs watching you ride him.

“That’s it,” he drawls. He lifts his right hand and swiftly brings it down to smack the skin, and then he kneads. He nods, like this is something that he taught you to do. “Up an’ down, darlin’. Give that pussy what she needs.”

You really wish he wouldn’t say it like that.

Like you were in some way wanting. Deprived.

Like your boyfriend—his son—couldn’t make you moan and whine in the same way you’re doing it right now, cunt split in two by Joel’s big, thick, throbbing cock and your juices leaking out all over his belly. Jimmy’d been inside you, too, no more than twenty, twenty-five minutes prior, so Joel clearly wasn’t the only one responsible for this mess. He just helped finish it.

“I love him, Mr. Miller. I—I—I really do,” you whimper. With one shaky set of fingers, you squeeze your breast, and you feel a web of pleasure blossom down from your chest to the wet, greedy hole where you have him deep.

“‘M’sure you do.” Joel grins. “Gonna get hitched, buy a nice, big house, and have a boatload of kids? Is that it?”

“That’s what it’s gonna be.”

You bite your lip staring down at him, bracing your free hand on that broad, hairy chest, and then you nod your head, as if to convince yourself of what you just told him.

Then Joel flips you both.

He folds you in half, so your knees are pressed up against your chest and your feet are poised in the air, pointed to him. Joel hums, and he keeps on fucking you, not seeming to take issue with how loud the sounds of your cunt sucking him in happen to be. If anything, he likes it.

Your walls clench around him for what feels like the fiftieth time, and you writhe underneath him. You moan.

“Gonna leave this dick alone, too? Once you’re married, I mean.” Joel’s tone is teasing. It’s steeped in incredulity, as well as the experience of being decades your senior.

“Y-Yes,” you stutter.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he simpers.

Then he pulls a long, sad face like this is the worst news that he’s heard all day, and he leans forward until his chest is flush with the backs of your legs and his cock is driven in to the hilt. He cups your face with his big hands.

“I’m gonna miss this pussy,” he says. Sighing. “Bad.”

“Daddy.”

You can’t help but say it when one hand drifts down and starts to toy with your nipple, and the thrusts keep coming in. The bed shakes with every stroke, and you can tell that you’re close to coming apart at any second.

Joel slides the touch that was cupping your cheek to stuff fingers in your mouth. He makes sure that it’ll stifle your cries—he knows you like to scream when you cum, and though he normally loves to hear it, along with all the noises your pussy makes getting stuffed, tonight he’d rather not have to fight his son. He fucks you harder.

He smiles.

“So when it’s late at night—” Another thrust. Another short, sharp intake of breath as you bite him and whine. “—and my son gets what’s his and leaves you needy—”

You bare your teeth and practically keen as Joel fucks you so deep that you can feel him in your lungs. His length drags in and out, in and out, until the imprint of every vein must be seared into your wet, velvety walls.

“Mr. Miller,” you moan, words garbled.

Joel shoves those fingers even further in your mouth at the same time he bottoms out inside your cunt, and both orifices leak with moisture. He licks the spit trickling out at either side of your lips, the old, sick bastard that he is, and you feel that silver-flecked beard tickle your chin. You can sense a little twitch in his cock from root to tip.

Your eyes roll, and your toes curl tight, the same as they’ve done for him the last three nights in a row.

No, this isn’t Jimmy.

Try as you might to pretend that it is, it just—

“—ain’t enough for ya, is it?” Joel must read your mind. “Jimmy ain’t doin’ ya like this, an’ he never fuckin’ will.”

The fingers slide out. They cup your chin hard instead.

“Mr. Miller, I’m gonna…” Your eyelids flutter back open.

It’s happening again. Your boyfriend’s father is balls deep, pounding you relentlessly into his bed, and your legs are pressed to either side of his neck, taking him in.

“Need a real man to make you cum, huh?”

You look up at him, eyes wide.

Between your thighs, your cunt is as stretched and sore and washed in a deep, heady pleasure as it’s ever been.

Then, you’re about to peak.

Frantically, you nod your head.

“Yes, yes, yes—Mr. Miller, make me cum.”

Joel beams. “Gonna let me fuck it in her, too?”

“Please.”

And he does.

Well, in Joel Miller’s own, particular way, he gets it inside—you cum around his cock, bliss rolling and pulsing and squeezing in time, and he lets you milk him all through it. Your walls constrict, pushing him right over the edge. Then he pulls out. Jerks his cock furiously. Lets his sticky-white spend paint your belly in the thickest, warmest ropes, until he’s completely spent. Then, no doubt thanks to the help of a Cialis or a Viagra taken earlier that night, your middle-aged man is able to stay hard for a good while longer. Keep his hypersensitized shaft in play just to make sure that he can stuff you full.

Unlike his son, Joel doesn’t do rubbers.

Unlike his son, Joel loves to play fast and loose with the term ‘pulling out,’ and when he unloads his seed all over your stomach, he makes sure that he fucks it all back in.

So, holding his still-pulsing dick by the base, Joel swipes it over where he came. Smears the stuff messily. Then, with jizz sticking to the tip and all down its length, practically soaking the whole underside of his shaft, he angles it down. He meets your gaze and slides it back in.

He pulls out, takes a little more, and pushes in again.

And again.

Eyes never leaving your own, smile growing on his lips, hips pistoning back and forth, gently, and a bevy of obscene thoughts no doubt filling his head, Joel leans in. He doesn’t stop until his nose is hovering less than an inch from yours, and then his hands slide to your thighs.

He sinks in.

He grins.

“Think my son will mind if I fuck you one more time?”

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psojway · 13 days ago

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The Girl Next Door || Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: After fighting against his wicked desires for his young neighbor's daughter for so long, Joel crosses a dangerous limit while she's drunk and asleep. He, who swore to protect her, is about to do something unforgivable.

TW: DARK AND NON CON. Filthy porn with a bit of plot, huge age gap (reader is in her 20s), brat!reader, rape, perv!Joel, non con / dub con, sedated reader (drink moderately guys), groping, fingering, somnophilia, dry humping, daddy kink, heavy sexual tension, reference to Joel stealing her panties, dash of cream pie, no use of Y/N Joel calls reader “Kitten”.

A/N: don’t come at me with accuracy and lore, it’s just a very indulgent fantasy. + no proofreading and shitty formatting because the phone app sucks

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Luck had finally knocked at their door.

They had found a crate full of booze during their daily scavenging — a perfectly valuable treasure they’d be able to exchange against other goods, but not after keeping a few bottles for them obviously.

The fire crackled low in the hearth, the flames’ warm light dancing lazily across Roscoe’s black fur. In fact, the Doberman was snoring peacefully, one of his pointy ears twitching from time to time in his sleep.

Kitten was curled over Joel on the sofa, her warm thighs on each side of his hips and her head resting heavy against his chest. The whiskey bottle they’d been passing back and forth had kicked in quite strongly. Their blood was now warmer and their sight hazy at the edges, let alone the fog in their brains.

“You’re so comfy,” she mumbled, her voice muffled against his chest. They had been chilling on the couch for a while, dozing off all entangled.

Joel huffed in a quiet laugh.

“Ain’t a damn pillow, stray cat.”

Personal space was definitely not in her vocabulary, but it didn’t bother him. Especially not when she was dressed so lightly, only with his flannel shirt. Especially when he knew that she was entirely naked under that thin layer of fabric.

Kitten propped herself up a bit and smiled. That sleepy, careless of her that always got under his skin in the best way possible.

“Could’ve fooled me, old man.”

It was nothing, just words, but they hit him deep. The way ‘old man’ rolled on her tongue, teasing and low, sent a wave of heat pooling in his gut. Obviously the little naughty kitten didn’t know what she was doing to him, but God helped him, she sometimes seemed to do it on purpose. Finally, she yawned and pushed herself upright. When she did, his strong hand flexed faintly, fighting the urge to hold her back but he didn’t move. Instead, Joel bit back an unsatisfied groan at the sensation of her sinful body leaving his, though he quickly got distracted by the way her long dark hair slid over her shoulder and caught the light.

An overwhelming thought flashed in his mind and he came to wonder how it would feel, fisted in his hand.

“M’gonna crash,” She said, swaying a little as she stood. Yeah, the alcohol was definitely strong. A few minutes later, Kitten padded toward the bedroom, the hem of her shirt lifting as she walked away and flashing a bit of ass each time.

“G’night.” Joel mumbled, watching her disappear into the dark of the bedroom.

All his body was tense, for he had been fighting this twisted desire since the world fell apart — hell, even since the first time he saw her running from her daddy’s yard to help him with his groceries, wearing nothing but awfully skimpy shorts and a bikini top with so little fabric it only covered her budding tits. Too young to be ripped by him, a fifty-years-old divorced dad, and yet… He had immediately wanted the young neighbor so bad, so obsessively, that he had hated himself for it.

The door creaked shut and Joel kept staring.

It would be so damn easy to follow her. To push open that door without her asking question or finding it strange since they’d been sharing the bed for a while. The trickiest part would be to handle her and force her legs open, that’s all. Once buried inside her cunt, she wouldn’t be able to do anything else than squirm and let him take what he’d been starving for.

The smuggler clenched his jaw, a loud exhale escaping his nostrils as he did. In his frustration, his fingers gripped the sofa. No, he wouldn’t truly wish to scare his sweet, rebellious kitten. But what else could he do to make it easier? Tell her “please put on a panties cos the sight and smell of your cunt make me feral”? Or subtly refer to how he regularly watched her masturbate, sniffed her panties and jizzed in them? It was utterly impossible. Not without passing off for a sick pervert. Plus, he cherished the show and the brief flash of her young pussy too much for her to stop.

The cabin felt too quiet now that she was gone. Haunted by her, Joel reached for the bottle and took another gulp, drinking his guilt down. After all, he swore he’d keep her safe but some nights, nights like this, he couldn’t tell if “safe” meant from the monsters outside the house or the lustful one inside of him. Same monster that had been watching the closed door for a while like it might pull him by the throat and had kept drinking more. Then, the brief memory of her plump lips, rendered shiny by the firelight and the whiskey, came to his mind. Damn, that little bitch got him bad. Joel dragged a hand down his face, rubbing his salt and pepper beard — he was properly unable to stop thinking about her lying in his bed. Unable to contain the image of her petite body trapped under his weight, her hole tight around him and his cock so big he’d get to see the bump in her belly, all the while making her moan pathetically. Pictures that always came so fucking easily to his mind that he often found himself halfway between disgust and excitement.

Just a few steps down the corridor and the wait would be over.

Out of the blue, Joel set the bottle down with a loud thud and leaned forward, elbows on his knees and hands lost in his greying hair. He was breathing hard, as if he’s just walked miles. Moreover, his relentless fantasies had given him a boner already. Embarrassed, he shifted uncomfortably on the couch, the fabric of his jeans brushing against his hardness and sending sparks shooting up his spine.

Fuck it.

His decision had came suddenly.

Joel stood up from the sofa, his feet moving before his brain could stop him. The floorboard cracked as he stepped closer to the bedroom with determined stepped, his heart pounding so loud he felt like the whole cabin was shaking. Or maybe it was the alcohol that amplified the sound — he didn’t know nor care anymore. When he reached the room, the smuggler opened the door as quietly as he could and stood at the threshold. He observed how the dim light from the living room spilled over Kitten’s frame. In fact, the girl was curled on the bed peacefully, the warm glow of the faraway fire illuminating her bare thighs. She must have been in a deep sleep phase for her breathing was slow and steady, chest heaving in a regular pattern. Admittedly, there was something both so adorable and yet so darn tempting in her unawareness that it made his blood boil.

Closer.

Joel moved.

Now he stood at the edge of the bed, his warm brown eyes following the curves of Kitten’s body while a mix of guilt and uncontrollable arousal gnawed at him like a feral dog as he patted himself through his jeans. Conflicted, the rational part of him screamed at him. Tried to remind him that Kitten was too young, too vulnerable and drunk. And yet, lust soon drowned any remnant of morals left in him. Joel couldn’t help, not when she looked like that. Not when every fiber of his body yearned for her. So, without giving it a second thought, the charming old man stripped off his shirt and jeans, before sliding into the bed cautiously, careful not to wake her.

The mattress dipped slightly under his weight.

His muscular armed, tanned by hours spent outside, circled her waist and pulled the young girl gently against his bare chest to hug her from behind. The warm temperature radiating off his skin felt so good that Kitten murmured softly in her sleep before she shifted, her round ass pressed against his shaft as to ask for more physical contact. In reply, Joel buried his face in her messy mane, inhaled deeply, and let the long soft strands tickle his nose. All the muscles of his taunt body relaxed as he focused on how her scent enveloped him — a mix of soap, sweat and the unique fragrance of her that made his head spin whenever she was around. At the same time, his hips pressed more against her and his arms tightened their grip around her delicate frame to keep her lovingly trapped.

After a short while, one of his calloused, raspy hands ghosted hesitantly over her hip. So soft, he thought, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist. The sensation seemed to have reached Kitten through her sleep for she let out a faint sigh. Encouraged by how she unconsciously reacted, his hands — the two of them this time — moved again and slid up from her belly toward her chest. Through the thin fabric of the flannel, he could feel her nipples hardening beneath his fingertips. Christ, she was absolutely perfect: tiny but provocative and responsive even in her sleep. Joel hummed in pleasure as he rolled her pointy buds between his fingers. Then, he cupped her breast, testing the weight in his palms before kneading them.

A quiet gasp escaped Kitten’s parted lips, which made him froze again, waiting to see if she’d stir and wake. He remained motionless for a brief moment, her small breasts still in his huge manly hands. Only Joel’s sharp breath resounded in the stillness of the room. Fake alert. When he was sure she didn’t wake, he quickly undid a few button of the flannel to dive his hands under and directly play with her bosom. His touch soon grew bolder, more lustful. And while Joel relished on groping his young neighbor’s daughter, he kept pressing his erection insistently against the curves of her ass and her tight slit. Joel groaned discreetly at how her warmth and dampness seeped into him even through the fabric of his boxer briefs. Thank naughty Kitten for not wearing underwear. Not satisfied enough, the smuggler started rocking his hips slightly. His cock, throbbing and painfully hard, strained against his boxers at each friction. Now it was better — jolts of pleasure electrified his body, and his breath turned more ragged.

However. he stopped all of sudden when he felt his boxer getting really soaked. Joel frowned a bit, his face still buried in her neck. What was that? He didn’t even cum? Did she have her periods?

Joel let go of her breasts, one of his hand trailing down her torso. His rough fingers traced the skin of her thigh lovingly. Inch by inch, he moved until they finally brushed the warmth between her legs.

God, she was drenched.

Joel couldn’t believe it. Kitten was aroused in her sleep, to the extent that her body was practically begging to be fucked. Even the whores he had paid the first few months following his divorce didn’t look so sinfully ready.

Oh, Stray cat’s in heat. He commented for himself, amused.

Sliding his hand up and down her slit again, Joel stroked her flesh, ghosted over her hard clit hidden under its hood and played with her damp puffy lips. The more he explored her, the slicker she became against the pad of his fingers and the sensation made his cock twitched with excitement. The scorching sigh the man let out through his nose burnt Kitten’s neck. Finally, Joel propped up himself a tad bit just to watch her face for any sign of waking now that he focused on her clit, his thing gently rubbing her sensitive bundle of nerves in a circular motion. However, despite occasional twitches, the young rebellious girl remained asleep. At one point she sighed louder and aches into his touch — The sound, though barely audible, drove him wild. She loved it. Joel’s breath came in short, heavy gasps.

The fifty-years-old-man’s movements were slow but intense, allowing him to savor the pleasure building up within. Of course, he had briefly scold himself mentally for, initially, Joel only wanted to masturbate next to her with his nose in her hair. He didn’t mean to go this far. But his hips seemed to move on their own now, his grinding sometimes interspersed with insistent thrusting motions he was utterly unable to stop. Maddened by how her wetness spread in his boxers, mingling with his pre-cum that had slicked the inside, he kept fondling her slit while still grinding and dry humping the sleeping beauty. With his movements, her shirt — well, his shirt she was wearing — and exposed her up to the waist entirely. Exactly what he needed to go a little further… Sure he shouldn’t, but was it really so awful when she was so drenched? Joel’s fingers left her swollen clit and explored through her folds again with insufferable slowness. They trailed down to her entrance, where her wetness coated him even more, to tease her tight hole. Kitten’s breath hitched in her sleep, and her legs parted further in reply, as if she was naturally willing to let someone use her. The sight of her obedience sent another surge of pleasure through his cock.

Joel cracked and slipped a finger inside her.

The wet sound her pussy made combined with tightness almost made him combust — his own need grew almost unbearable. After all, he had fantasized his moment for so long he couldn’t truly believe that it was happening. Indeed, Joel Miller, the Nice divorced neighbor and her dad’s friend, still vividly remembered the day Kitten had fled her her house at night after a huge argument with her father. He took her in and she crashed at his house. That night, he had thought about fingering her or eating the young girl in her sleep so bad he had to watch porn and empty himself to calm down. Yet, here he was now, moving a finger in and out of that same girl slowly, carefully, muffling a few growls when her hole pulled him deeper. Maybe it was why he felt a sudden pang of possessive pride in his chest — because, at this very moment, she belonged to him. Or maybe it was because the naughty kitten’s hips moved slightly in rhythm with his hand.

Joel added a second finger, feeling her pussy stretched as he pushed inside. The sleeping nymph reacted right away this time: her body arched more, back pressing against his sweaty chest and Joel took the opportunity to grind his shaft harder. Quite risky, since the friction was so exquisite he could feel himself getting more and more uncontrollable with every stroke of his thick fingers inside her. Fingers that plunged into her over and over, making hole drooling drooling with pleasure, the sticky juice spilling over his hand. The delicate musky scent of it filled his nostrils better than when he buried his nose in her panties. Joel moaned softly in her neck, the vibration sending shivers down her spine. His breath hot against her skin as he fought to keep quiet.

“Good girl, such a good girl for Daddy…” His hoarse voice whispered.

Her body tensed, her inner walls tightening around him, and Joel felt a rush of satisfaction knowing he could make her this messy with just fingering — not something her lame-ass former boyfriend could say.

“Oh? Just here right?” Joel grinned when he heard Kitten whine a little as he curled his fingers slightly to hit the right spot.

“Joel…” She lamented faintly, but even unconscious her voice was dripping with need.

She’s dreaming.

The thought should have stopped it. It should have snatched him from this lascivious madness and realized how disgusting what he was doing was, but it only fueled his desire further. The simple thought of being the one invading her dream, the one she imagined making her legs tremble and who shook her to the core was too dizzyingly exquisite. Or maybe she had woken up and realized that her protector and dad figure was using her body like a fuck doll but couldn’t do anything due to the alcohol-induced daze — and this perspective thrilled him even more.

Joel’s chest heaved as he stared at Kitten’s face, illuminated by the faint moonlight that bathed the bedroom through the blinds. The cock-drunk expression on her juvenile face annihilated all his resolves. Joel felt that he needed more. After all, his shaft was still hard and his balls heavy, the skin pressing painfully against the fabric of his soaked his boxers that had grown far too fucking tight. Moreover, the heat of her body lingered on him, inviting. That was why Joel pulled out of his fingers and brought his shaking hand to his own hips. The smuggler hooked his thumbs into the elastic to pull them down around his thighs. The relief came rapidly as his girthy cock sprang free, veiny and pulsing. His thick reddish tip glistened with precum and probably a bit of her wetness already.

Sure he couldn’t fuck her per se. He knew that much. It was too risky and she light wake up. Even if she didn’t, she’d feel it in the morning. Yet, the ache between the old man’s legs demanded her pussy in any way, just to ease the tension. So he slid his erection between her thighs. Slowly. Sloppily. Twistedly.

Just this once, he repeated over and over in his head. Just this once, and I’ll stop.

He began to move against her, taunt flesh against wet one, and the sensation ignited a firework of pleasure in his brain. Her heat, her slickness, her clenched hole, the sweat of their bodies mixing… Fuck, he could feel everything for real and it turned him into a mess of perversion and primal needs. Panting in her neck and breathing the perfume of her hair, his shaft slid back and forth along her rosy folds. The pace, that had initially started slow, soon grew more intense and urging. And loosing himself in the sensation, the tip of his cock rut against her hole, it gave him an idea to l push it further. With haste, Joel withdrew from her slightly and dragged his cock on her clit, then her puffy lips, before positioning himself at her entrance properly, His warm eyes relished the sight. Frankly, It looked so little compared with his size that he didn’t need to fuck her to knew he was far too big for her. However, it didn’t keep him from pressing the glistening head against her hole and moving his hips enough to feel the tightness of little sleepy Kitten. She clenched around him, as though her delicate body resisted — Hell, he wanted to push inside her so bad… Maybe he could just a little…

Kitten whined in her sleep when the tip of his erection pushed in her drooling hole. It was just an inch but she struggled to accommodate to him. The naughty girl squirmed a little, as though to escape the uncomfortable sensation, but Joel pulled her close again, calloused hand grabbing her by the hips and kept trying to work her open a bit. It worked and he managed to bury the head inside her. She let out a little cry that, ironically, sounded like meowing. Kitten’s walls clenched around him a second time, gripping him like a vice. It felt so good that a low groan escaped his lips. Joel held himself for a moment, allowing the young sleepy girl to adjust — or rather, allowing himself to calm down and not ruin her. Only when he retrieved some sort of control he withdrew slightly and pushed back in, letting the bliss of pleasure washing over him. It was just the tip, sure, but enough to savor the sensation of stretching her. He repeated the motion, his shallow thrusts making the head of his cock pull in and out, until he came closer to the edge. Joel couldn’t hold on any longer. With a muffled grunt, the smuggler shifted a bit, his cock sliding from her entrance and came hard. His hips jerked against the sleepy Kitten as he spilled himself all over her. Thick ropes of warm cum shot all over her slit, drowning her puffy pussy and clit in white, sticky load. Joel shuddered, and looked down to his little protégée to watch the mess: his cum had painted her sensitive flesh.

However, his balls still felt heavy — He wasn’t done with her yet.

Quickly, Joel guided the head of his cock back inside of her and closed his hand around the base. Then, he proceeded to jerk himself off furiously, the clasping of his flesh echoing in the bedroom. His hand worked his length while he pushed into her slowly. She whined softly again, slightly breathless. Joel felt his second release building up already due to his first orgasm making him more sensitive. He fisted his girthy cock a few more times, his breathing erratic, and came again. Another awful load of cum spurt from the head, filling her from the inside.

“Fuck…” He sighed, head bowed and sweat beading on his forehead.

He pulled out and his cum leaked from her slightly stretched pussy, long hot streaks running down her thighs. His brown eyes glanced and watched it dripped onto the sheets below.

When it was over, Joel hugged her from behind, embracing her strongly. Heat radiated between them, his palms splayed low over her stomach like a silent protector. He drew in a shaky breath, nose brushing the damp strands of her hair as he hid his face against the slope of her neck, guilt and shame washing over him. His sweet Kitten was so warm, so small in his arms, and for a moment he just held her, rocking the two slightly without even realizing it.

“I love you, Stray Cat… I fucking love you…”

His grip tightened, almost possessive, before he forced himself to ease it for he didn’t want to wake her up. Not now, when she was leaking with his release and when his cock was still resting against her ass.

Joel closed his eyes and tried to push away the conflicting emotions that swirled inside him. The bitter taste of whiskey was still on his tongue, making his head feel heavy. He had promised to keep her safe and, somehow, he still meant to.

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psojway · 13 days ago

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born to ride, or whatever the fuck lana said.

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psojway · 14 days ago

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sheepish is a really funny word. fuck im so nervous (turns into this)

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psojway · 15 days ago

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Me when I see a beautiful fic but it uses a first person pov:

LIKE PLEASE DON'T USE “I” 😭😭😭😭

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psojway · 15 days ago

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the neighbor's girl ♡ — william butcher x fem!reader

warnings : age!gap reader, mostly just world building for this 1st part. perverted teasing, corruption!kink, just girly stuff.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 (!)

'mysterious.' 'elusive.' are words that came to mind, thinking about your neighbor just next door. sometimes you'd catch him working with his hands. he's mowing the grass. his big, bulging forceps, & the sleeves rolled all the way up his elbows.

you watch from your window, peeking out from the curtains. you're salivating. apparently he's the talk of the town by other women his age. how he's unmarried, he's british,—and fortunately, renting out the house beside yours, lucky you.

he'd live in what he described as, 'peaceful bliss.' before you. football on the weekends, & a drink or two at bars to unwind. but his bachelor pad was nothing but empty. lifeless, alone. a reflection of how he was on the inside. ──so lonely.

catching glimpses of you behind lace curtains, to him, you were a silhouetted beauty of innocence. naive and ready to take on the world, and hell, maybe even him. ──so perfect.

god, & he was well aware of your nosiness and it drove him mad. "lil' fuckin' princess in her tower, up to no good." thats what you were to him. he's muttering under his breath on a hot summer day. you're clad in a dress that swept just barely against your thighs.

he's wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his arm.

──you're taunting him, is what he thinks.

being the friendly neighbor you are, you're waving back from the swinging bench on the front porch.

you're holding a glass of lemonade, & peeking past the divider. a wooden fence that separate your house and his. gathering the courage, you make your way towards him. "what's this?" he asks. your friendly neighbor, he's smiling to himself. seemingly innocent.

"little birdie, giving me a drink─ ain'tcha?" he gulps it down in seconds, it's a lewd sight. condensation from the glass running over his forearms, adam's apple bobbing, obnoxiously slurping.

handing the glass back to you, before you can sheepishly answer back, he responds roughly. "needed that. you're the neighbors girl, yeah? seen you 'round, fine little thing you are."

your neighbor is touchy, handsy, grabby, and all of the sorts. he's nothing like how you'd imagined while day dreaming from your window. your stomach flips as calloused fingers run up the backs of your thighs, disguised as innocent touches.

"thanks, doll. i'll see you later, gotta' get this lawn in shape." his lips curl into a smug look, hand grazing over your backside. you stand there staring for a few moments, wondering what the hell just happened - before making your way back home.

if only he knew what you were up to. ৻ꪆ

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Butcher is a big man by all definitions. Your tummy bulged whenever he fucked into you and he enjoyed every bit of it. What he loves even more was seeing you struggle to take him, especially when riding. Just after a minute you would whine and complain about how you couldn't take it. And he ate that shit up. He wouldn't let you get up though. No. If you wanted it you would have to work for it. Bouncing up and down on him, your face covered in your tears from how fucked out you were. And yet you were still not all the way down. A whole 2 inches you had left to take him. You were too full though, it was no way that you could do it all by yourself. But if you could take it when he was doing all the work you could surely take it now couldn't you?

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Cherry pie

Pairing: Oldman!joel miller x f!reader

Summary: After countless dates with a boy, you know that next time you’re going to sleep with him. But you’re way too inexperienced. So what better way is there than showing up at Joel Miller’s door with cherry pie in hand, and asking if he’s willing to help you out?

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, oldman!joel, dom!joel, both reader and Joel are kinda unhinged, slight pervy!joel, tiny bit of mean!joel but he is a softie, cheating (also not? bc reader is not together with that boy), inexperienced!reader, girthy age gap! (61 and 24), praise kink, slight degradation, breeding kink (?), oral m!receiving, pinv, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, fingering, riding, size kink, outbreak, tiny bit of thigh riding

A/N: oh my gosh that old, dirty man is back at it again. I missed him, I hope yall did too😌

Your fingers tapped nervously on the plate beneath the cherry pie. The sweet scent was almost unbearable, but giving up wasn’t an option—not after that time you spent searching for ingredients outside of Jackson.

The sun dipped low behind the trees and it was nearly evening. The timing was perfect for some pie, and you were sure Joel would love it.

His house sat on the quieter edge of Jackson, marked by a ‘Miller’ mailbox, a wooden porch, and a dried-out garden. (You couldn’t blame him though, he was working way too hard to keep up with his garden.)

Three knocks.

“Hi.” You greeted him, a smile tugging on your lips. His eyebrows quickly furrowed—just as you know him. Joel looked exhausted. His green flannel dirty, hair messy and dirt stained boots. He just came back from work.

“Whatcha doin’, girl?” His voice hoarse, deep. Sending shivers down your spine.

And you knew this was a bad idea. Heck, asking Joel—your mentor, your teacher and someone who took care of you countless times—to show you how to give someone a blowjob was embarrassing.

But you didn’t know how else to learn. You were way too inexperienced—no enough friends to ask, no porn, no education in this town.

And after your last time, having to interrupt a heavy make out session with that one boy who works at the day care, you needed desperate help for next time.

“Bought you cherry pie.”

His eyes lingered over the pie for a moment, then landed on your body—following the curve of your skin up and down, lingering far too long on the red crop top you were wearing.

“Made me pie, eh? It’s cold outside. Come on in.” He opened his door wide, a hand coming to the small of your back and letting you in—lingering a bit longer than usual.

From the inside, his house was cosier—the last bits of sunlight spilling from the windows, painting everything into a golden haze. His furniture, old and rugged like him, was scattered with soft pillows and a few photos here and there. And of course, his beloved wooden carved animals, carefully crafted, sat in every corner, quietly collecting dust.

You carefully place the pie on his kitchen counter, nervously biting the inside of your cheek.

Joel already pulls out two forks, one for you and one for him. “Now what do we have here.”

You knew he adored your pies. Sometimes you’d bake him two or even three, and he’d devour every last bite—but only after he’d done something in return. Whether it was fixing something around your apartment or bringing you something from patrol, there was always a little exchange involved.

“What’s the matter with you? Why the face?” he asks, and your heart leaps, suddenly remembering why you came. He already took a generous bite of cherry pie, a smear of filling resting messily at the corner of his mouth.

“Just—uhm. Can you do me a little favor?”

“A favor? Should’ve known. Y’never bring that old man pie without wanting any favors.”

You giggle quietly, also taking a bite of pie.

“What is it this time, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart.

The first time he called you that was when you were together on patrol. He taught you how to use a sniper, his hand landing gently on your shoulder, squeezing softly when you did well. Or when you helped him fix your light—tools in your hand, his voice calling you a good girl when you handed him the right ones.

Or when he had you creaming around his fingers. After giving him his pie, quietly, on your couch. Leaving small kisses on your neck, the other hand rubbing your nipples through your shirt, telling you how good you are for him.

And a ‘this can’t happen again.’ leaving you with wanting more.

So, you weren’t sure if you were here because of that boy or because of Joel. Because, admittedly, you have been aching for his touch since then.

“Cat got ya tongue?” He interrupts your thoughts with a quick snap of fingers. “My back is fuckin’ killing me. Let’s sit down on the couch, then you can tell me about that little favour of yours.”

Before you can answer him, he pulls out two plates, carefully puts one slice for you and two slices for himself, and then walks to his living room with them.

You take a deep breath.

Walking into the living room, you see him sitting there—already one of the slices gone—as he starts on the other. You gently make your way to him, sitting down next to him. He takes his fork with pie and brings it to your mouth, making you giggle and take it, a coo leaving his lips.

“C’mon, say it,” he urges, nudging you. Your mind spins with all the ways this could end.

Either he’ll react well—just as you know him—and help you, or he’ll make you leave his house and never contact him again.

You start, “So there is a boy.” And you can see him clenching his jaw tight, fork leaving his hand as his eyebrows furrow.

“That so?”

“Mhm. And I—I don’t know how to ask you this but—“

You look down, your fingers fidgeting with each other, heart thudding in your chest like it’s about to break out.

“Spit it out, kid.” He sighs, sets the plate down, and turns his body toward you—making it now impossibly more difficult for you.

“I—I want to do things with him. But i’m kinda too inexperienced.” Your cheek heat up while you’re talking, your gaze falls down not wanting to look into his disturbed face. The air in the room now feeling impossibly thick.

After an awkward silence you peak up to Joel, who is just looking at you. You can’t tell if it’s disbelief or disgust. Or maybe something in between.

“Jesus christ, girl.” He mutters out. “And what do you want me to do? Hold your hand while you’re getting dicked down?”

Your eyes widen, a gasp leaving your lips at his wording.

“Oh my god—no, no. That’s not what I meant.” Well, what you meant might be just a little bit worse than what he interpreted it as.

“Just—ya know…maybe show me how to give a blo—“

“Nah.” He interrupts you swiftly, shaking his head. “Not happenin’”

You sigh, defeated. Not only did you feel embarrassed, but you probably just ruined your almost perfect relationship with him. Joel took a pillow, mumbling something under his breath, and placed it over his lap. Your eyes perked up at that—he was hard. And he was trying to hide it.

“B-but, you also showed me something else the other time. Wouldn’t be that the same?”

He sighs. “Baby, you ain’t comin’ here dressed like that, bringing me cherry pie and asking me to give you sex ed.”

“Y’know I ain’t got anyone else.” You pout—maybe that’ll help. “And besides, you told me to come to you whenever I needed something right?”

“Christ,” he groans, rubbing his forehead. “Just can tell you how it’s done, yea? Nothin’ more.”

You hesitate. Hearing it out loud would be more awkward than him simply showing you. His eyes leave no room for choice, so you give a small nod.

“Comin’ here asking me how to blow someone.” He shakes his head, in disbelief.

“Heyyy, Joel—I don’t know how else to learn okey? I don’t want to embarrass myself.” You whine.

“S’fine.” He grumbles under his breath, sitting up straight. “Y’start by teasing.”

His eyes land on your tits.

“Show ‘em. Every boy will appreciate it.”

Your cheeks flush red.

“Then you get on those pretty knees. Take it out, give it some love.”

You ask, curious. “How do I give it some love?”

“Can’t serve everything on a silver spoon can I?” Grumpy, annoyed—making you amused. The pout from earlier starts to form again, you give him a pleading look.

He sighs once again. “Give kisses first. From top to bottom. Stroke gently.” And you notice how the tip of his ears are red.

“And the rest is pretty much self explanatory, ain’t it sweetheart?”

You look at him, the curiosity not letting up. As if you had no clue of the world, wanting him to explain it to you in every single detail. And you were so amused at how flushed and annoyed he was getting.

“God damn, girl. Open them lips, wrap them around and go up and down.”

“How fast?”

“Just how fast that person likes.” He shruggs.

“How do I know how fast that person likes it?” And it’s laughable at how dumb you were making yourself seem, but seeing him grip the pillow over his crotch tighter, his cheeks flushed and sweat dripping from his forehead—it was worth every single second.

“I let my girls know when I gather their hair in my palm and push them faster down.”

Your breath hitches, his girls.

“Then I buck my hips into their mouth,” he continues.

All this time, you thought Joel was a miserable, lonely man with no relationships whatsoever. Embarrassment washes over you as you think about how you believed you were the only one he liked—and that when he fingered you, you were special. You came here to get educated—no, you came here to seduce him. And that was the plain truth.

“Got that in your pretty little head?” He asks you, suddenly pinching your chin between his fingers and making you look at him.

You wanted him to push your head down and buck his hips against you.

“Not really.”

“You’re getting on my last nerves.” He grumbles before putting the pillow away and revealing his bulge. Your eyes land on it, as he zips down his pants, looking at you. His eyes darkening.

“C’mon. That brain of yours had to take some sort of information, right?”

His eyes land on your tits.

You quickly nod, pushing your crop top up quicky, revealing your breasts to him. You hear a groan leaving his chest, then a chuckle.

“Good, that’s what I like to see.” His hand finds your chest, fingers squeezing, then pinching your nipple. “Now what do we do?”

“Get on my knees.”

“Atta girl. Get on those knees.”

He doesn’t need to tell you twice when you slide down the couch and kneel in front of his bulge. Nodding, he gently pulls his hard one out of his boxers.

You almost start to drool at the sight.

He was so big. And he was pulsing. Red mushroom head, precum dribbling from the slit and decorated with veins from bottom to top.

“Now, what did we say?” He asks, his hand gently pumping himself up and down, while your eyes follow.

“Give it some love.”

Your hands shakily grab his cock, looking small compared to his length. Stroking up and down, looking up to him with doe eyes and placing kisses on every inch while you listen to Joels groans.

“That’s it.” He gathers your hair into his palm, forming a loose ponytail to keep it from falling in your face. “A man should always do this, yea? Not let you do all the work.”

Your cheeks heat up again, his eyes lock into yours as you nod. There was a warmth spreading inside your panties. You had already difficulties taking his fingers last time, you wonder how it’ll be if you took his cock.

“Wanna take him into my mouth.” You mumble.

He coos. “‘course ya do. C’mon then. Show me how good you listened.”

“Up and down.” You nod. “Hm, up and down, that’s right.” He answers.

You open your lips, hand gently stroking up and down his dick. Slowly, you wrap your mouth around his tip, hearing him shudder in response.

You try different things out. Swirling around, getting deeper, pulling out and giving small kitten licks. All the while Joel groans your name, and without noticing, your ponytail wrapped in his fist, he moves your head—slow, deliberate—up and down his length.

“Just like that. Y’learning fast.”

The pleasure in your abdomen getting unbearable. You feel yourself soaking through your panties as you start grinding your hips against the heel of your foot.

“Would ya look at that.” He chuckles, his hand going faster.

And as Joel’s movements get messier, he dives your head down until a gag rises sharp in your throat. You cough, and he pulls out quickly, watching your face closely.

“Deep breaths, deep breaths, baby.” He carefully tries to calm you down, and while you try to breath normal again, he starts apologising: “I’m sorry, sweetheart. That should’ve not happen. Got too lost in the pleasure.”

“S’okey.” You smile lazily to him, drool hanging from the sides of your face, lips swollen red. You looked too beautiful for your own damn good right now. And Joel wants nothing more to take you right then and there.

“I think that’s enough for today. You already learned how to use your mouth. I’m sure you’ll do good.”

Disappointment washes down your face. You sit there looking up to him with pleading eyes. The throbbing in your cunt unbearable and the urge to take care of him way too big.

He slips the edge of his shirt over his thumb and brushes the drool from your mouth, slow and careful.

“Pretty girl. You let that boy treat you well, yea? Or else.” He mumbles, but your eyes are only on his wet, aching cock.

The boy was forgotten, and Joel could see it in your hazy, fucked-out eyes. You were needy—needy to be touched—and he wished he could just take you, right on his couch. But he made that mistake once. He couldn’t let it happen again.

You move before you even realize it, climbing onto his lap and settling on one of his thighs. His hard cock grazes your skin, and he takes his time looking at you—your lips, your tits.

“Oh angel, we can’t.” A breath leaves his mouth.

You lean in and start kissing him—his cheek, his neck—fingers stroking through his hair as you suckle on his collarbones. His hands find your waist, gripping tight. One hand cups your breast, pinching your nipple. And before you even realize it, your hips are grinding against his thigh.

“Why?” You ask, laying your head against his chest, moving your hips in a slow rhythm.

“I would ruin you.” He answers, “And people in this town would kill us.”

“But you’re just teachin’ me something. Nobody has to know.”

A groan leaves his lips when your hands wrap around his cock, gently stroking up and down.

“That so?”

“Hm”, you nod. “Y’still need to teach me how to take cock.”

“Jesus christ, sweetheart. When did ya get so bold, huh?”

And you want to say ‘when you left me with aching for more’ but you don’t. Instead, you focus on the pleasures building in your tummy. Grinding harder against the rough fabric of his jeans, and a whimper slipping from your lips.

Suddenly, Joel mumbles a “fuck it,” then follows with, “Pull your pants and panties down. Now.” He demands it—and you do just that, standing up and tugging everything down.

“But you ain’t gonna complain if it hurts.” His hands pull you back into his lap, making you sit down again. “All this begging and then complaining about it hurting would be pathetic, girl.”

“C’mere. You’re wet enough.” One hand touches your folds, the other holding his cock. You buckle up, his tip gliding over your folds as you release a breath.

You gently and slowly, sink down.

“Easy, easy, babygirl.” He helps you. Squeezing your hips and guiding you through. A cry leaving your lips when you fully sit down. His length stretching you, touching places you’ve never even felt before.

“S’big, yea? That’s a mans cock, baby. Not gonna gave that much satisfaction when you ride that boy.”

Your head falls to his shoulder, biting down, clenching on his cock. “So big.” A whimper falling from your lips.

“Oh I know, I know.” He whispers. “But you’ll take it, baby. Still need to teach you, don’t I?” He says it playfully. Joel knows the boy is long gone from your mind—and that you came here for one thing: to get fucked by him. There’s no denying it.

He shifts underneath you, gripping you by your thighs and thrusts two times up, leaving you breathless.

“Good?”

“Mhm. More.” And he doesn’t need to hear that twice. He starts giving you quick thrusts, altering between deep and slow, while your moans fill the room.

Your hands grip his shirt, looking at him, his eyebrows furrowed, concentrating, rough breaths leaving his mouth. Tits start to bounce up and down, while he pumps in and out of your squelching cunt.

“Ain’t the one I used to be, girl—help that old man, will you? Start moving your hips.” He groans.

Your body almost limb from the pleasure, starts moving at his request. Going up and down, circling. His hands guiding you, helping you. Biting your lips, whines filling the quiet room and as Joels body suddenly shudders, you feel it.

His cum pumping you. Spurt after spurt, filling you to the brim.

You whimper, looking down, seeing drops of cum escaping your pussy.

“Oh, that’s a good girl.” He coos. “Tightest fuckin’ cunt i’ve ever had. Made me cum in no time.”

And you’re still aching for more.

“Could’ve just go to him.” You shrug. “He would’ve at least lasted longer.”

Joel looks at you with widen eyes. The relief after his orgasm completely gone, his cheeks and the tip of his ears flushing red. Not with shame or embarrassment.

But anger.

Without a word, he grabs your hips and forces you down onto the couch beside him. Your eyes widen, hands clutching his neck as he looms over you.

“Joel, what are you doing?” You ask, with no answer. Instead, he spreads your legs and grabs his cock.

He glances down, noticing he’s still soft. After a few frustrated strokes, he mutters, “God dammit.”

You giggle.

“Find that funny, huh?” He asks and you can’t even answer before he fills you with two of his fingers, a yelp leaving your lips. “Still got my fingers, baby.”

“Joel..” You squeeze your eyes shut when he curls them, his thick fingers going in and out of you.

“M’right here, angel. Y’think that boy of yours can reach those spots huh?”

And the spots he reaches are indescribable. Your mouth falls open when he hits your g-spot over and over again. Your legs start to shake, as you feel yourself getting close.

“Look at that, y’let me cum in you so well.” He whispers, looking at the ring of sperm build around his fingers whenever he pulls them out of your cunt.

“Joeljoeljoel.” With that you clench down his fingers, hips bucking, tummy clenching, you come around his fingers with a big cry.

Before you can even come down, he’s filling you again—his cock sliding in. The stretch feels good this time, and you clutch his shoulders as he murmurs your name. Your sensitive walls tighten around him, his length still a bit soft but just firm enough to push deep.

“Takin’ it so so good, baby.” He gently whispers in your ear. His lips latch into your neck, kissing and biting. Your moans start to fill the room again, as his thrusts begin in a quick rhythm.

“Feels good, feels so good.” You whimper, and squirm around. “I know it does, I know. That boy may last longer, but he won’t give you a reason for your pussy to be swollen red.” He looks down at your cunt while saying, a thumb landing on your clit.

You can’t even listen to him as the pleasure grows in your tummy once again. “M’gonna cum, please.”

“Good, c’mon then.”

His thumb speeds up at your clit, your leg falls from the couch because of the hard thrusts. Your hands grip impossibly tight to his shoulders.

“Gonna fill you up again, show this whole town who you belong to, yea?” Your eyes get wide at that, making him chuckle. His thrusts growing sloppier and sloppier.

“Joel, please.”

“Shh, s’okey. Cum with me, baby.” And you do.

You let go. This time, it’s harder than any orgasm you’ve ever had. Your mouth falls open, silent, as Joel gives you two more hard thrusts before spilling inside you—filling you up again, his release dripping onto the couch beneath you.

He kisses your temple, your nose, your forehead while you come down. His breathing is still hard and deep just like yours, softly coming down from the hard orgasms you two just had.

He pulls out, sits up slightly and watches as his cum oozes out of you.

“Christ, all filled up aren’t you?” His fingers wander to your slit, then he gathers the cum that drips out of your hole and pushes it in with two of his fingers.

With all the exhaustion, you can only whimper.

He thrusts them in and out, thumb gently landing on your clit, just slightly grazing it and making you shudder because of the sensitivity.

“No boy, yea? You’re mine. And if that takes, that’ll prove it.” He looks at you, furrowed eyebrows. And you nod your head softly, limbs to weak to function as you lay on his couch filled to the brim while his fingers are still working inside of you.

The next orgasm rolls in quietly, soft and fleeting—just enough to leave you relaxed and sleepy. Joel lets out a quiet chuckle, then pulls you close by the waist and shoulder. You nestle your head against his shoulder, and he kisses your forehead with quiet affection.

“God damn, y’need to bring me more often pie, sweetheart.”

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 just need that old man so bad…

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