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Lorraine seeing someone doing something stupid: what an idiot.

Lorraine: ……

Lorraine realizes it’s y/n:

Lorraine: wait that’s my idiot. Y/n stop!!

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cam girl reader x perv abby

tw: this is terrible but oh well

cw: lesbian sex, strap on sex, abby is older than reader, oral sex, use of a vibrator, some aftercare? sex in front of a camera (livestream), and probably other stuff

you were a college student, studying art in 2025 and of course you were broke, the scholarship you got was nearly not enough for your daily expenses and an idea crossed your mind after a few videos popped on your fyp, why not start a cam girl career?

it's now been 3 months as a cam girl and honestly? best decision you ever made, you got at least 200$ for every stream and as an openly lesbian cam girl your followers were mostly girls, and older woman who were in an unhappy marriage. but of course you had a few favorites viewers who interacted with you the most and sent the most money of course.

amongst those, one of them stood up, a girl who's name you learned as soon as she hopped into your stream..

"fuck.. thank you guys for the donations.." you were fucking yourself with a vibrating wand on your clit, and your rule was, with each donations you would put the settings of the toy even higher. it was all fun and games until a certain 'muscle mommy abs' donated 100$.

"oh shit.." you moan as you turn the settings of your wand higher. "thanks 'muscle mommy abs', what's your real name?.. so i can moan it properly.." you tease with a smirk, trying to stay composed as the wand kept its assault on your clit, and as you were getting close to orgasm. then you see it pop up in the chat: "abby :)"

"fuck, please abby i'm gonna cum please can i?" you moaned, completely fucked out from the vibrations on your sensitive clit, then you saw it, abby saying something along the lines of "cum for me please." it felt so needy and desperate that it immediately threw you over the edge, cumming so hard for all of your viewers, almost squirting as you could feel the gaming chair you were on wet under you.

"shit- well thanks everyone, i guess i'm gonna end this live now and go and try to clean up, bye bye" you say before ending the live.

since that day abby has been attending every single live stream of yours, and always sending you some donations during it, hence to why she was one of your favorite, but aside from that she was just really cute

abby was a 27 years old mechanic who worked in an old crusty garage kinda lost in the middle of nowhere, but hey at least the pay was good. she's always been rather lonely true high school, and college. never had a proper girlfriend aside from some flings she's had in the past. but now that she had found her new obsession, you, a new cam girl she found online as she was just trying to get off, well there's no way that she's getting a girlfriend any soon now. abby attended your streams religiously, it was like the highlight of her day but knew that nothing else than that would happen.

until one day you made an announcement after one of your many hectic live stream; "oh my god guys by the way- wait let me get dressed-" you said before quickly putting on an oversized attack on titan shirt. "okay so, i was thinking, why not finding a way to reward my most loyal viewers right? well i though that one of you guys could maybe win a moment with me so we could live stream together?" you waited for approval of the viewers in the chat only to be met with most of them showing you their excitement in the chat.

ynsleftboob: god please make it be me i NEED to fuck you

minecrftellieee: this is the best day of my life

musclemommyabs: holy shit

behind her screen abby couldn't believe her own eyes , she actually had a chance to be with you for real. so she waited, mouth open, for you to give more details on the upcoming event. abby watched as you explained that there will be a poll and all the boring logistics before sending a link into the chat for your viewers to participate. and with little hope abby went in, filled the forms and agreed to a few terms she didn't have the patience to read before accepting.

the next few days, abby kept imagining what she would do if she actually won that event, how she would fuck you so good you'd only wanna come back to her, how she would appear on your stream and make all of the viewers jealous and how she was gonna be the one fucking you. she also took more hours at work to get more cash and buy a brand new strap on (just in case you know) and went to the gym in the little free time she had, just to get off to your videos when she got home, moaning your name and waiting for the day she would finally have you.

then saturday night came, the day of your weekly stream, but this stream was different, you wouldn't do anything really, just annonce the winner to your event, and that was more than okay to abby and probably all of your other viewers.

"oh my god hey guys!!" you said happily as you watched all of your viewers join the stream excitedly, and amongst them of course was abby, waiting for you to announce the winner. "okay i know what you're all waiting forrr" you teased with a wink, making the viewers act up in the chat. "okay okay- i'm not gonna drag this out but i just wanna say, i would've loved to make everyone happy buttt there is only one winner tonight" you smile.

abby was intently watching you, waiting for you to say the username that would get to film with you, she was hoping for it to be her but there was a little voice in her head telling her that was not possible. that was until, pulling her out of her thoughts, she heard your sweet voice, calling out her username.

"'musclemommyabs, im really glad to tell you that you're the one that's getting to spend a moment with me and will do a stream with me on here.. i also can't wait to see if your username is actually true"

abby felt her heart beat in her chest, that could not be happening. while she was trying to take in the fact that she was going to have you in real life, you were talking about how you're gonna send her a private text about the details, and before she knew it, the stream was over, and many people were still talking in the chat, disappointed about not winning.

it was now a few days later, abby was getting in her car to get to your place, which was thankfully only an hour away, she was making way too many scenarios in her head about how she was going to have you, which made the drive way quicker. when she got there, abby didn't waste a second to knock at your door, mentally preparing herself to actually see her biggest crush ever. and when you opened the door, she thought she was going to faint. there you were, wearing a soft pink robe that was clinging to your curves like it was made for you, and abby could see a bit of your pink lacy bra that was peeking out.

seeing abby in real life also made you nervous, she was older than you, taller than you, very very bulky and wearing overalls that were hanging loose at her waist, dirty security boots and a basic t shirt that made her look so good, just your type.

you couldn't hide your blushing as you welcomed her in and closing the door behind you guys. "omg hi abby, i'm so glad to see you, and you really do live up to your username." you said with a wink. with that a rush of confidence ran over abby "yeah you like what you see?" she asked getting closer to you and closing the front door behind her.

"mhm i love it.." you teased with a sultry voice, slowly undoing your robe, letting it fall on the floor, letting abby take in your brand new pink and white lingerie that you wore just for her. abby couldn't take it anymore, and fortunately for her, you knew what she was here for and vice versa. there was no more thinking when abby pushed you into the nearest wall, tilting up your head to put her lips on yours, finally, turning it into a heated makeout session as abby dominated the kiss, her hands were everywhere, you couldn't take it anymore as you ran your hands under her t-shirt, feeling her abs.

abby went down to kiss your neck, making you moan out and dig your nails into her back, abby moaning from the feeling of your acrylics on her skin. "abby- fuck.. bedroom please..". she quickly understood and threw you over her shoulder with minimal effort, which made you even wetter for her. when she found the bedroom, abby saw the place she's been seeing on her laptop for all this time in her life and couldn't believe it, she looked around for a few seconds before not wanting to lose any more time and putting you on your bed. but before abby could get on top of you, you stopped her "wait- turn on the stream please- cameras and all are already set up." abby got up with a groan before going to your laptop "how do i do this thing.." she whispered to herself before finally turning on the stream. "all good" she winked at you before crawling back on top of you and peppering kisses to your breasts as you tried to speak to the viewers. "hi guys- sorry we got a little carried away- fuck abby- um so yeah.." you stopped talking, going back to abby who was centimeters away from the place you needed her the most.

"abby please.." you begged, looking down at her. "please what?" she said, not even looking back at you as she was taking off your panties, she looked like she did not care a bit about your stream as she finally looks back at you, waiting for some more begging. "please fuck me.." you finally say, and she doesn't waste a second, licking a slow strip on your pussy, making you shiver. after a few seconds of teasing abby finally gets to it, eating you out like a starved woman and you couldn't love it more. she was sucking on your clit so deliciously, then switching to slide her tongue inside of you and rubbing your clit with her fingers, it was the best head you ever had and you were seeing stars.

"i'm gonna cum- fuck" you moaned, feeling yourself getting closer and abby couldn't be happier, "mhm?" she hummed almost as if giving you her approval and sending vibrations right to your clit, and that was it for you, you came on her tongue with a moan so loud your neighbors would probably leave notes on your door the next day. that didn't matter to abby as she kept sucking on your clit making your orgasm never ending and licking up all of your juices. when she finally stopped, you were breathless and abby had your juices all over the lower half of her face. what got you out of your "post orgasm" state was the never ending ding sounds coming from your laptop announcing new texts in the chat.

you squinted you eyes to check some of the messages

minecrftellieee: oh wow that abby girl can eat pussy

lesbiannmommy: should've been me 😔

ynswhore: how i wish i was the one eating you out like that

you smiled reading some of the messages. "you okay?" you the heard abby ask you, her hair was messy and she was still fully dressed. "mhm im great" you smile at her "but get undressed and fuck me for real now." "right away ma'am" she said before taking off her shirt and reaching for her bag to pull out her brand new strap. "bought this just for you, i hope you like it." she admits before taking off her pants, staying in her boxers and putting the strap on.

you couldn't help but blush, abby was this super hot, muscular older woman and she bought a strap on just for you, you might be falling in love right now. "fuck- you're so hot" you tell her as you watch her adjust the strap on her waist. she simply chuckled before getting back on the bed. "get on your hands and knees for me yeah? so your little viewers can really see your face while i fuck you so good you'll only remember my name". this made you even wetter than before, if that was even possible, and you quickly do as she says, putting your ass up and teasing her. "good girl.." she whispers as she gets some of your wetness to coat her strap with it, you were still sensitive so that gesture made you whine and buck against abby's hips. with that she saw how needy you were and decided to finally fuck you how you needed, she slowly sinks her strap into you, to not overwhelm you, and once she saw that you were okay, she rammed into you, hitting your g-spot so easily you didn't even know it was possible.

with abby's thrust into you it was impossible for you to stay on your hands and knees as your arms were already giving out. she quickly took notice of that and pulled you up so your back was against her chest, which made her thrusts into a different angle. "oh my god- fuck fuck abby" you whined as she fucked you so good you couldn't think. "you like that? i'm sure that feels better than all of your silly toys yeah? better when i'm there to take care of you." you whined as abby repeatedly hit your g-spot making it impossible to answer her, only whines came out of your mouth as she doubled her pace.

"fucking you so good you can't even speak yeah?" she chuckles as she kissed the back of your neck, and sliding one of her hands down to toy with your clit, and that was it for you, you came with a cry, shaking in abby's grasp, as she slowed down her thrusts, letting you ride out your orgasm. "abby- too much fuck!" she continued a few more seconds before stopping and settling you back down on the mattress. she gently caressed your back as she pulled out of you gently.

you then rolled over to get on your back, to see abby taking off the strap and going back to you. "you liked that?" she asked with a smirk, knowing already your answer. "hmm it was okay." you tease her with a wink.

after sitting up on the bed you look at your laptop to see that the chat is going crazy and you definitely beat your viewers count record, but you couldn't pay too much attention to that when abby found your favorite ever toy on your bedside table. "do you have a few more left in you? i'd love to use that thing on you after sawing you using it on yourself so much."

next thing you know, you were tied to the headboard as abby used your own vibrating wand on you, and for some reason, it felt way better than when you used it by yourself. "my god you're shaking, does it feel that good honey? you're going to cum yeah? come on cum for me." abby said, trying to make you cum one more time tonight. "no- abs.. it feels different wait wait!" you tried to warned abby but she upped to settings of the wand to the maximum, the vibrations being now way too much for you.

you couldn't handle it and you felt a strange sensation, like you were going to cum but way more intense. and before you could even stop yourself you were squirting all over the wand and abby, you couldn't help but moan so loud as the sensation was so much for you. "holy shit- that was so hot" abby was mesmerized, quickly turning down the settings to not overstimulate you.

when you finally came back to your senses you couldn't help but feel so embarrassed by what happened but abby assured you that it was the hottest thing she ever saw. you were still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm as abby brought you a towel to help you clean up before quickly turning off the stream, to the dismay of your many viewers.

"you okay?" abby asked as she kissed your forehead. "mhm yeah.. it was just so much but i loved it" you admitted looking back at her. "well, i'm glad.. i don't know if this is the right time but can i take you out for a date sometime?" she asked and you could see that she was nervous so you chuckled "of course"

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cw: sub-bottom vi. pervy fem-reader. masturbation. voyeurism? strap-on referred to as cock. 1k words. men and minors dni.

synopsis: you masturbate to the sounds of vi getting fucked.

you assumed vi would be the one doing the fucking. she has those smoldering blue eyes, bad girl persona, inked skin, domineering and sarcastic humor. so you’re surprised when you get home at half past two, exhausted from a late shift, only to hear the rhythmic creak of vi’s bed frame through thin walls.

frustration flickers first—so much for a good night’s sleep—but beneath it, curiosity stirs. vi never has girls over when you’re home. did she forget what time you said you’d be getting off work? is she so desperate for an orgasm that she just doesn’t care?

that’s when you hear it—soft at first, but unmistakable. vi is whining—breathless, whimpering like a bitch, blubbering about how much her pussy is being stretched.

”unghh! t-too big, holy fuck—it’s too big!”

your stomach tightens, heat coiling low in your belly, and the wind is promptly knocked out of your lungs.

you shouldn’t be listening to this. you should walk away, crawl into bed, put your earbuds in—do anything else—have some respect for your roommate. but your feet move of their own accord, carrying you closer to vi’s bedroom door, slow and heavy. there’s a weightlessness to your steps, like you’re drifting through a dream, disoriented and hazy from exhaustion—or maybe it’s something else entirely. maybe it’s the thought of vi getting her cunt fucked open in the next room over.

”please—fuck, please—slow down, i can’t—!”

vi, begging? you almost don’t believe it. she’s ordinarily so self-assured, so bossy—giving orders, not taking them, and certainly not asking.

there’s a muffled response, low and firm, but you can’t make out the words. whatever’s said only makes vi whine louder, high in her throat, like the bleat of a baby lamb. the sound is impossibly needy—it‘s whorish and raw, so utterly vulnerable, and unlike any noise you’ve heard vi make before—and, guiltily, you realize there’s a sharp pulse of heat ringing through your clit, molten-hot desire buzzing underneath your skin.

”i’m gonna—gonna cum again, unghhh! shit, shit, shit! baby, please—“

belatedly, you realize just how loud vi’s being, and it poses the question; is this why vi never brings girls home when you’re around? maybe it was never about privacy, but instead, so you wouldn’t hear the way they fuck her until she cries? how she squeals like a pig every time their cock bottoms out against her cervix? how she breaks under the right touch?

a sharp slap cuts through the air—skin against skin—and vi yelps. your mind races instantaneously. you picture her hookup smacking their hand against her pert ass, and the thought alone fans the flames of your imagination. is vi on her hands and knees, getting fucked like a dog, while her fat, round ass ripples from how roughly she’s being used? are her ass cheeks covered in red handprints? is she going cross-eyed and brainless from how well her pussy is being filled?

the bed frame slams against the wall, hard enough to rattle a picture frame in the hallway, and you nearly moan aloud at the thought of vi being pounded into the mattress—with zero mercy, at that. the imagery of it all is so vivid, so obscene, that you don’t even think—your hand is already slipping past the waistband of your pants.

fuck, you need this. it’ll be fine. vi will never know.

your hole is already immensely slick where your index finger dips inside. you drag a wet, sticky line up to your clit and apply teasing pressure—enough to make you shudder. 

“hnnggfff—fuck, fuuuuck! ahh, ahh, ahh!”

vi’s keens are like a siren’s call, drawing you closer, until you have your ear pressed against her door like a degenerate. everything is clearer now—the sharp hitch of vi’s breath, the schlick sound her cunt makes as it sucks on their cock, the plap, plap, plap of vi’s ass colliding against their bare skin. it has your cunt leaking like a sieve into your underwear.

and, god—her ass.

you’ve seen the way vi’s ass looks in her airtight jeans, how it jiggles against the cotton fabric of her workout shorts, but you’ve never witnessed it bare. it would be unequivocally pornographic, you imagine—the fatty tissue of her bubble butt rippling as her cunt is repeatedly fucked open. everything in you aches to just crack the door open and gently peak inside, to see it for yourself.

with your head tilted close to the door, you catch the wet, deliberate sounds of vi’s hookup kissing along her neck—most definitely sucking dark marks onto her pale skin. a sick part of you feels unbearably jealous at the prospect of vi being covered in someone else’s claim, but your pussy gets wetter when you hear the way vi whines in response—high and nasally.

she must have such a sensitive neck. you can almost see it—her squirming on their cock, torn between pulling away and pressing closer to the tingly sensation, how she shivers when their tongue traces the love bites.

abruptly, vi squeals like she’s been scorned, all pitchy and girlish, ”ahhh, you’re so—deep! deep in my fucking stomach—hnnghhh!”

every muffled plea she makes burrows deep under your skin like a thorn. your tender clit thrums with a solemn ache, yearning with a quiet, insistent need. your pussy is crying out for vi, desperate for her in a way that almost feels unbearable.

but how will you ever be able to look at vi the same after this? after you know how raspy her whines are while she has her pussy played with? how she gasps like a balloon losing air—staccato and squeaky—while her tiny hole is stuffed to the brim?

every sound she makes stabs right into your core and you finger the little bundle of nerves faster, rubbing your clit with the urgency of a flame flickering in the wind. you feel fuckdrunk and high off their sex, despite being an unbidden listener. 

and, albeit quickly, vi orgasms again—

“i’m—i’m cumming! ohhh, ohhhh, fuck! mmmghhh!”

it’s as if you’re tethered to her, like a switch flipping inside you, because you follow in suit, coming in harsh, overwhelming waves. you’re gasping and squirming like a fish out of water, trying to muffle your noises behind the palm of your hand, while your other hand cups your crying pussy.

your legs tremble, weak and unsteady, like a baby calf’s and you barely manage to stay upright as you ride out the rest of your release. somewhere in the haze, you register the damp heat between your thighs, how utterly soaked your underwear is.

once your orgasm subsides, clarity sets in—how could you do such a thing? you’re standing with your ear pressed against vi’s door, fingers sticky and pruned, realizing you just got off to the sound of your roommate being fucked. shame and exhilaration twist in your chest like a pretzel. 

but even then, vi’s moans linger in your mind like a ghost. shame prickles at the edges of your pleasure, but so does something else—something darker, and your fingers twitch with the urge to do it all over again.

[criesfawn]

“use your words”

violently make out with me

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✨lore drops✨

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Sevika giving reader the best hexstrap of her life on some sweaty car sex🤭

M- mwehehehehe >:>

Z: mweheheheheheheehee— breed me.

M- well since you’re so persistent about it..

BESTS OF SEVIKA'S HEXSTRAP ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

Condescending!Sevika, messy sweaty car sex, hexstrap use, degradation, slight choking, dumbification, plugging !

“Where are you trying to go, huh?” Sevika growled into your ear, car filled with skin slapping and the musky scent of sex.

Her hips slapping onto the bottom of your thighs, filling you up with the purple strap attached to her hips, your face red and breath coming in pants, you were a goner the moment you saw the bulge of her strap on her pants.

You let out a choked up cry, you tried riding up the seats but she held you down and slammed into your aching hole harder.

Maybe it wasn't the wisest decision teasing her when you both were stuck in traffic— making fun of her not being able to tame you right then and there. Oh well, you've made your bed. Now you have to sleep in it.

“Say what you said again,” Sevika gave you a triumphant smirk, slamming the herself deeper making your thighs tremble. “You can't fuck me in the car, you wouldn't ever dare to have your perfect reputation to get tainted by your libido.” she mocked your tone from earlier. “I'll fuck you, wherever i want to fuck you. Whenever I want to fuck you.”

You cried out, “I'm sorry! I was joking around!” your pussy tightened around her thick shaft, your fingers digging into the seats.

Your hand grabbed onto the leather of the seat, clawing at it as you cried, your cunt getting destroyed by her strap.

But she didn’t relent, she never would unless your safe word slipped passed your lips.

She went harder, pulling her hips back before letting them slam down, hitting the spot that made you see stars and turned your brain to mush.

“Wanna doubt me again? Hmm?” She groaned, her hand now wrapped around your neck as the other held you down.

"N-no, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

The tip of her strap grazed against your cervix, that's when you remembered. This wasn't her go-to silicone strap. This was the hexstrap.

Your eyes widened. “Sev,” you sobbed. You felt the strap twitch inside, she was close. You wanted to be bred. You needed to bred. Your mouth opened, small gasps of air coming out as your eyebrows furrowed together tightly. “Inside, inside! Please cum inside!”

“Yeah? You want me to fill your pussy up? Put a baby in you?” Sevika whispered, “Knock you up, you wanna be my baby mama that bad, huh?”

You clenched your teeth, legs shaking. “Want to bear your children, please,” your lips closed tightly, a small needy “mmm” leaving your throat.

Thats when you began pushing back against her in pure greedy need. A string of incoherent babbles leaving your mouth before Sevika let out a gruff groan and buried the strap into your cunt, the shaft pulsing in you as ropes of cum spilled into your womb.

It dumbed you down to nothing more but a cum dump. And you loved it, your face sweaty and red, eyes half-lidded, tongue lolled out. You were cock drunk.

Sevika let out a sated sigh, a small smile taking place on her features.

“Where's that plug of yours, hm?” She questioned before digging through the bag on the floor of the car, cock still buried to the hilt in your sore cunt.

“S-second.. zipper,” you managed to word out. She looked back at you and rubbed the small of your back soothingly with the hand that was once around your neck, unzipping the second zipper of the bag and pulling out the cute baby pink plug.

She covered the egg-shaped plug in your slick before smoothly switching out the strap with the plug, plugging you up, making sure none of her cum seeps out.

“There we go, all full, my girl was just craving a filling, ain’t that right?” She tugged on the plug slightly, making you jolt as your mushed brain tried to understand everything going on.

“That's it, stay dumb for me, doll.”

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i wish i had more friends. i talk to my gf and like 1 other person um thats it tbh

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ᯓ ONE SIMPLE FAVOUR (SMAU)

SERIES MASTERLIST.

𓂃⋆.˚ butch!bluecollar!ellie. x femme!reader.

SYNOPSIS: your new place is a bit of a “fixer-upper” to say the least.. a series of unfortunate events have so far lead you to a broken window, some rickety floor boards, and worst of all, a mutual friend who you cant take your eyes off of. the rising temperatures of the summer make it damn near impossible to keep yourself cold, and dry.

A\N: hi lovelies! im so excited to be putting out work again, and i really hope you feel the same :)) please be patient as i am just getting back into the groove of this place. and as always, comments, critiques, and reblogs are GRANDLY appreciated <3 izzie.

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CHAPTER INDEX & OTHERS

A VERY FLIMSY HOUSE

1-800 BUTCH!

GET IN HER PHONE

PLACE YOUR BETS

WEEK ONE

WEEK TWO

WEEK THREE

TOMORROWS PROBLEM

A RUDE AWAKENING

BABY STEPS

DONT DRINK N’ DRIVE.

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whiny ellie williams who likes to be choked while riding her girlfriend<33

should i write about this

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i question every day is it really worth being alive in this family

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Bigger in Texas

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Joel won’t fit.

Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v. Size kink (seriously, don’t read if you hate big dicks / disgusting descriptions) Penis and pussy pronouns. Virginity loss. Age gap. Praise kink. Daddy kink. Joel ‘hung like a fucking horse’ Miller is a soft dom and also a good teacher. Competence kink (?)

Note: Somebody made a fic challenge to use penis pronouns, and I can’t for the life of me remember who it was. If y’all find them please show them this and tell them I love their brain 🫠

Update: @sp00kymulderr you’re a legend for this. Dick pronouns are engrained in my brain, and I’m forever grateful.

Word count: 2.3k

This wasn’t the life Joel Miller had pictured for himself.

The dead coming back to roam the world and eradicate most of its population, for one. The cold. Finding his baby brother way out here in Wyoming with a wife and a child on the way. The looks he was getting these days. It’s not like he’d asked to get mixed up with a girl your age. It just happened. And since damn near every-fucking-thing that had “happened” to him since outbreak day fifteen years back had been bottom of the barrel, full-blown nightmare territory, the second he saw a good thing fumble across his path, he’d seized it—you.

You, who were young enough to be his daughter.

You, who’d never seen a man fully before meeting him.

You, who hadn’t squeezed so much as a finger in herself.

But much like his past, Joel Miller was a sordid and sick kind of man, and he had the cock to prove it: presently weeping precum at the site of your softest, tightest hole, smearing the pearly-white slick through your folds with a sound so sweet it was nauseating. Begging for entrance.

“Oughta have a boy your age pop your cherry, kid.”

It was simple.

“Ain’t right havin’ a man my age all in your guts.”

And true.

The head of his cock made another wet, sickening noise through your folds, and as though instigated by the sound, your eyes flitted to the source. You smiled.

“Probably. But I want you,” you answered. Soft.

Joel got harder, and he hadn’t thought that was possible. His gaze joined yours, and the sight nearly finished him.

Beneath him, your legs had spread wider, showcasing that perfectly glistening seam alongside the head of his cock. He looked huge. Or you looked small. Or perhaps it was both, and he was old, and he really shouldn’t be doing this at all, but then his hips stuttered a bit and his length pushed in. Joel hissed and seized the headboard.

It wouldn’t even go in. The tip just stretched the rim.

“Baby, fuck—” Joel whimpered.

“He’s so big.”

Three little words from your lips, and it almost did him in.

Again.

You wriggled your hips and flashed another happy grin.

“He wants in, daddy. I can feel him pulsin’ like I am.”

You volleyed a look up to Joel as if to say, ‘So that means we’re ready, right? Will you let me have him?’

And, strangled by guilt as he was, Joel couldn’t resist.

He let his big, bulbous, leaking head sink in the tiniest bit, and he let out a groan. Your walls were so tight. This was him, too—his tip was oversized, just like the rest of him—and when it notched in an inch, Joel could see the pain flash quick in your eyes. His hips moved to retreat.

But then your heels were lifting and digging in his ass, and though strained, your voice made it out, weakly:

“Don’t, daddy. I want him.”

Joel couldn’t dream of refusing.

And his vision blurred more at that word, him.

“I-I know. He wants you too, baby—”

Another quarter-inch.

“—so, so bad.”

“Daddy!”

Joel had to blink to try and wake from his daze. His tip was so warm, hugged so perfect and snug and wet, that he didn’t even realize that was all that fit. He was stuck.

You whimpered again.

“‘S’too big, daddy. Just make him go in.”

Your eyes rolled with indignation and overwhelming pleasure alike, and your hips squirmed again. This time, you tried to nudge him in deeper, but your body simply wouldn’t budge; you’d reached the widest part of him.

“Honey, it’s—”

“Hurtin’! I need you inside me.” you cried, impatient.

“Just takes a little time to get there, darlin’—”

“Well, get to it, then. A tip ain’t enough.”

Joel’s face flushed. He might’ve been forced to bite back a laugh under any other circumstances, but this was your virginity. His bed. Your naked bodies, together, tonight.

He wasn’t about to rush it now and fuck everything up.

“This tip’s about to paint your pretty insides white and make you wait til next week to try again if you keep it up.”

That made you go still.

You shook your head while Joel released the headboard from his grip and took your hip in it instead. He grunted.

“Sweet pea, you gotta see—” he resumed, voice low, “—it won’t feel good for you or me if I just…push right in.”

You sighed, feeling his hold tighten.

“Tongue and fingers only do so much. You gotta learn.”

You whined, digging your feet in deeper when his tip drew back to your entrance. Looking a bit squeamish.

“Be brave…and patient for me.”

From the look in your eyes, Joel could tell you probably hated him right now. That was just fine. He adjusted his hips to a more comfortable place, and then he pinched your hip bone. He nudged you back, and he let you wait.

Then, right when you opened your mouth, he sank in.

Joel thrusted with only his tip, the size of a small lime, and he fucked your hole gently. Back and forth. Shallow.

It did enough. You squeezed both his forearms.

“Oh, daddy.” Your bottom lip trembled as you said it.

With his free hand, Joel smoothed your hair back.

“Yeah, what is it, baby?” he murmured, dulcet as ever, “Thought you said the tip ain’t enough for you, sugar.”

His words came slow. His strokes were delivered quick, though tenderly. Your brain appeared to be in a fog, or a trance, as your chin dipped down toward your chest, and you watched him breach the first inch of you repeatedly.

“Curious little thing.” Joel couldn’t fight the chuckle now.

“He’s so…” you trailed off.

You squeezed his arms, and he squeezed your hip back. He let you watch him fuck you with only his tip, and when your head began to tilt back from the strain, he reached up with his other hand and held the back of your neck. He felt you clench at that, and you both groaned.

“So…big,” you finished, eyes glazed.

“I know.”

This went on for the longest time: Joel stretching the first precious inch of your pussy with the head of himself, you watching and breathing deeply, whimpering occasionally, and him holding at the nape of your neck like a softer touch might lose you to him forever. Was this teaching? When you clenched again, he reckoned it was.

“That’s it, honey. Watch her swallow me.”

“Stretches real pretty for the tip, doesn’t she?”

“Bet she can’t even fit another inch of this cock.”

Suddenly, your head was jerking up under his hold.

Eyes flaring with a hot, juvenile kind of anger: “I can!”

Joel clicked his tongue against the backs of his teeth and pretended not to hear. He also had to feign indifference when your walls tightened and all but choked his head and a wave of new pleasure surged up through his body.

“She can, Joel, I’m serious!”

Another two seconds of this and Joel sensed he might see tears. Though his gaze had trailed up to yours, and the look in his appeared stern, deep down, he was just as quick to want to cave. He just hid it better than you did.

“You think so, sweet pea?”

“I know so. I need it.”

“Need him?”

“Y-Yes.”

How sweet you seemed. How naive you must be.

Joel might’ve been mean, but he wasn’t cruel. He also liked teaching lessons as much as he enjoyed showing you the way, so in the next second, he obliged. He took the last shallow thrust of his tip and sank into your cunt.

As he filled you, you whined. It only took an inch or two.

“Da-a-ddy. Please.”

You must’ve been begging for lenience. Joel retreated.

Then, much to the man’s surprise, you kicked your feet. Not in relief but in protest, shaking your head up at him:

“Put him back. Please. D-Deeper.”

It was as though Joel’s brain had exited through the back of his head and all rational thought escaped him, for the moment. The only voice he heard was yours. It was pleading. And in between your legs, you were soaked.

So drenched to allow him another inch. Then another. Then another. Joel fucked in gently and felt a seismic wave of pleasure seize his limbs—and likely yours, as well. It was as though in two blinks, you’d forgotten the pain altogether. You were suffused with need instead, eyes wincing and lips curling and sounds leaving your throat like an animal in heat. Want him deeper, please.

Joel sawed back and forth with just those five or so inches and made you writhe underneath him. Felt you clamp down on his thick, slippery cock and heard the remnants of your shared arousal making sounds as your body accepted him. Stretching wider. Getting wetter. Bringing him closer to the edge with every breath.

“She’s doin’…so good f’me,” Joel told you, brainless.

His thumb drifted to your clit. He rubbed it gently. No sooner had he finished the first circle around that nub when your hips were stirring again—this time incensed.

“Daddy.”

“I know, baby. I know.”

Joel kissed the top of your head, thumb insistent. When his eyes met yours, he was surprised to find them wet this time. Tears pooling and streaking down to your temples while your body bounced gently beneath his thrusts. A whimper trembled out, and Joel slowed.

He could tell from that look you didn’t want him to stop, though. It just felt so good. So, instead of dropping his pace too much, Joel cupped your chin in one hand, and with the other, he kept thumbing at your clit. Humming.

“Poor thing’s never had something this big in ‘er, huh?”

You shook your head. Cried a little more.

Joel kissed the tears on one side, lips smiling as he did.

“I can tell, baby. But she’s taking it so well.”

“Y-Yeah?”

His hips sped up a little. The thrusts were still shallower than they normally would be, given your state, but they seemed to be working well enough. You winced again.

Joel kissed the other side of your face to take more tears.

“Uh-huh,” he answered, “Openin’ up real nice for daddy.”

It was like his words worked as well as his thumb on your clit. You whimpered again, lips parting a little wider now, and the sound that came out was as desperate and feverish and fuck-drunk as Joel had ever heard it.

“S-Say it again,” you pleaded.

“Say what?”

“That he’s…stretchin’ me open. Makin’ me his.”

The soft, slick resonance between your body and his seemed to amplify even more—you were getting wetter, and Joel’s thrusts all but shook the bed with their force.

His eyes darkened when he felt you tighten again.

“Yeah? You like hearin’ all the filthy fuckin’ things your daddy’s doing? The way he’s breakin’ you in for him?”

You nodded. Your throat constricted with a moan.

And, just when a fresh set of tears seemed to be close on the horizon, Joel lowered himself to you. He held you to his chest, hips working relentlessly, and he watched your face screw up in pleasure. A trace of pain surfaced again, but it was soothed with a kiss. Joel grinned against you.

Between your thighs, his cock was throbbing with a feeling just as big. He knew he couldn’t keep this up much longer. Hurting and aching and needing as you were, he had to make sure that you would cum first.

When his cock grazed a fleshy, sensitive patch inside your walls, he knew it wouldn’t take much. He went on:

“C’mon, sugar. Daddy’s split you open on his cock so nice, least you can do is cum for him. Can you do that?”

His nose brushed yours. His thrusts sped up. You nodded, quickly, and when he shifted in the bed with his thumb still on your clit and his lips and his stubble grazing your mouth with every push of himself, he felt it.

It was a small pulse, at first.

Joel thought you might be adjusting—clenching—again, when the lips that were trembling against his own parted more. Your arms wound around his neck, and suddenly the throb of your walls around his member got tighter and tighter and tighter. One more second and your cunt might’ve squeezed the hot, sticky seed right out of his body and flooded your insides with it, but then came release. The ‘o’ of your mouth let out a shriek, at last, and your body went soft around him, beneath him, whining in turn, ‘Daddy, daddy, please’ while the muscles once taut and unflinching gave him reprieve. Fluttering repeatedly.

Joel fucked you through it. He talked you through it.

He stroked your hair, and he held you tight. Called you his sweetheart, pretty thing, perfect girl, you’re doin’ so good f’me. Keep going. That’s right, cum all over daddy. He told you to take what you needed, and without another word, he felt just that. Your cunt spasmed around him, and you consumed every inch he gave and drank every drop of spend shooting out in thick spurts.

You fell boneless on the bed when all was said and done.

You looked happy, and that made Joel even happier.

He stroked your cheek, and you leaned into it, clearly drained while your gaze held his in a weak sort of look.

It was soft. Loving, even. It could’ve been romantic.

Then Joel’s hand slipped down to the nape of your neck again. Your muscles were limp, like all the rest of you, but somehow, he was able to hold you up. Tilt your chin a bit.

Make you peer down between your shaking legs, where his cock was still sheathed inside you—partly, anyway.

Your eyes widened. Joel grinned.

“You did great, baby. Ready for the other half of him?”

can y’all believe this image is what inspired this fic HA

it’s only Thursday i’m sorry 😔

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farmhand! abby x f! redder smut drabble

cw: breeding kink, strapon (reader receiving), talk of pregnancy, fingering (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving)

an: FUCK ICE, ever since i wrote that little thing earlier i knew i had to write this

abby doesn't mean to fuck you so roughly! really, you'd just look so, so very good with a little baby bump (her child) and it makes her head spin.

so really, can you blame your girl when she comes home after working out on the farm all day and immediately lays you down on your shared bed? she's just got a little tension to work through, that's all!

she hasn't showered yet- the thought hasn't even crossed her mind. it's not like she really stinks either, and you've come to adore the smell of her after a long day out on the edges of green- closer to the furthest corners of the cattle pens than to home- the lingering aroma of sweat, earth, and something sweeter, something much more 'abby".

she'd come in a little while ago, a panting, flushed mess, her braid mussed and her cheeks rosy. she'd called out for you in that sweet southern drawl, announcing her presence and kicking off her work boots in the mud room before padding off on her sock clad feet to find you. what happened after was a blur, in all honesty. it was equal parts you, equal parts abby in terms of the blame for what's currently happening. she just looked so damn good in her dirty barn clothing, still exhausted from lifting hay packs all day and dealing with acclimating the new jersey calves, (mean little fuckers, she's been bitten twice by the mamas this week.) and you had looked so gorgeous, all tucked into your shared sheets, her shirt slipping off of your shoulder and exposing your bare, perfect skin to her needy gaze as you read your novel.

currently, she's got you spread out for her on your king bed, your hands fisting the silk sheets, bare and sappy sweet as her eyes rake over your splayed out form.

she's got her tongue between your legs before you can even finish asking her about her day, and the sudden pleasure sends you scrambling to grasp at her hair while her lips messily suck on your clit with a little 'pop' noise when she pulls her head away.

she barely gives you time to adjust before she's shoving two fingers inside of your wet heat- she knows you well enough to know your body will take her like it's your second nature- and pounding your poor cunt. her mouth is back on you in mere milliseconds, a near record time. you would ask her what's gotten her so worked up today, but you can't really do anything but lay there and take everything your wife gives you. she's always loved eating you up, and tonight's no different, save for the fact that she's got your knees by your head as she works. her rough, calloused palm spreads your legs so far apart it's a miracle you don't snap- and she greedily laps up your slick, eager to hear every single whine and moan that she tears from your throat. she keeps you spread open as she works her fingers deep inside of you, crooking them just right and making tears well up in your eyes in the process. she hears you sob her name, and coos softly at you, the complete opposite of her ministrations. the contrast practically makes you faint, and if it weren't for her grounding hands all over your body, you're absolutely sure you would.

she's loud as she dips her tongue inside of your clenched hole, alongside her fingers- and the sudden press of the warm muscle inside of you has you falling over the edge immediately. you're opening your mouth and panting her name as she swirls her tongue around your clit, hurried though thorough. she would love to stay in between your legs all night if she could, really, and if she's being honest sometime later this week that's probably what will end up happening. but right here, right now- she's too focused on something that's been gnawing at her all day:

actually fucking you.

the thought had been spurred on earlier in the day when the farmer she worked for had brought his new daughter out, a precious little bundle of joy with big brown eyes and soft caramel skin. the sight had made her heart wrench in her chest, and she knew, then and there, that she wanted one of her own. oh and don't even get her started on how good of a mom you would be- what with the way you handle your nieces and nephews and all, it'd be a match made in heaven. those little realizations, paired with the incessant whining of her fellow farmhands today, had been driving her insane. she'd practically scraped the tread off of her work boots on the concrete listening to them nag all day, and the inside of her cheek was bitten raw from chewing on it constantly in order to hold her tongue.

when she had finally gotten home; when she'd finally had enough time to unbutton her sweat soaked flannel and roll her white, dirt stained wife pleaser above her abs, (which are quickly becoming covered in a layer of soft fat from all the extra sweets you'd been putting in her lunch box lately & her bulk) she was practically itching to put a baby in you.

hence why you find yourself in the position you do now- a full blown, sweaty mating press beneath your pretty wife, already one and a half orgasms deep into the night. her purple strap is thick, and it presses into you in such a way that forces every sensation save for abby in one ear and out the other, leaving you a drooling, incoherent mess with every delicious snap of her hips. she fucks you with a fervor, her saccharine southern twang filtering in and out of your little bubble as she leans in and presses hot kisses to your ear and cheekbone, murmuring about how she's 'gon fuck ya till you're overflowing with m' seed'. her accent is coming out so thick that you have to strain to fully understand everything she says, and it only adds to the fire in your belly. truthfully, abby is so far gone herself at the moment that she probably believes she could actually breed you. (and god save you, because your wife has a stubborn little itch that won't let her stop anything until she's finished once she's set her mind to it)

she cradles your face in her hands, cooing over how gorgeous you are and trying her best not to be too rough with you despite the severity of her hips rocking into you at the present moment. she fucks you deep and desperately, as if every minute twitch of her limbs is spurred on by her love for you and her need to be closer to you.

then, her hand is absentmindedly coming up to stroke at your clit, gently, and you're gasping, mouth open wide and the prettiest expression making it's way across your pleasure twisted features as you finish again, harder than you think you ever have before. abby rocks into you still, not slowing down despite your pathetic little overstimulated mewls. she just whines herself, folding you in half even further and pounding into you even deeper. the harness, black, plush leather and snug, is digging into her clit so well, and she'll be damned if she doesn't get a little release herself.

she murmurs something incoherently about breeding your pretty pussy, and how she'll fill you up so well that you'll never feel anything but her ever again, and then she's tipping over the edge as quick as can be, her hips jack rabbiting into yours and accidentally hurling you straight into your third orgasm of the night. the two of you are a sight for sore eyes, with your hands intertwined and your bodies connected at the wet apex of both of y'all's thighs.

when she finally comes down, she's immediately holding your face in her hands and kissing all over your skin, mumbling about how much she loves you, and you try your best to respond despite the overwhelming feeling of her so deep inside of you. she chuckles heartily as you mumble something about wanting her babies, before she's pressing another gentle kiss to your forehead.

"think y' can take s'more f'me then, sweetheart? wanna make sure m' seed really takes.'

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Joel miller fucking you hard while ranting about his day and not realizing that you almost passed out from too much orgasms

────۶ৎ too many times

joel doesn’t realise how many times he’s made you cum. not until you start slippin under.

warnings: smut, rough sex, overstimulation, joel ranting mid-fuck.

ᐟᐟ ⟢ a/n: joel rantin while wreckin you???? pls keep feeding me this good shit. thank you for your servic

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joel doesn’t mean to fuck you dumb. he really don’t. he just comes home pissed, shoulders tight, boots stompin through the front door like the floor insulted him personally.

you ask him how his day was, sweet and soft like you always do, and he just grabs you by the hips like he’s starvin.

“fuckin useless,” he growls, breath hot on your neck as he hauls you onto the bed. “whole crew’s full of dumb fucks—tryna carry steel like it weighs nothin. could feel my back givin out just watchin.”

his belt’s off, pants shoved down, cock already hard and angry red at the tip. you’re soaked just from the sound of his voice, that edge of southern grit makin your thighs press together. he slides in with no warning, thick and deep, and your body gives like it always does—greedy for him.

“ain’t even lunch,” he huffs, settlin his weight over you, slow-rollin his hips like he’s got all the time in the world. “n’ i’m already dealin with shit. got one guy droppin tools, another one disappearin to piss every five minutes. swear to god—jesus, baby, you’re tight.”

you can’t answer. your mouth’s open, eyes flutterin, arms limp above your head. he grabs your wrists, pins ‘em down, starts fuckin you hard—not mean, but rough like he needs it. needs you. each stroke knocks the breath out your lungs, the head of his cock hittin deep enough to make your toes curl.

“y’ain’t even listenin, huh?” he chuckles, breathless, hand comin up to cradle your jaw. “too cockdrunk to care.”

you nod, or try to. don’t even know if it happens. all you know is you’re clenchin again, cryin out as another orgasm tears through you—your fifth? maybe sixth. your thighs tremble, your cunt flutterin round him, wet and swollen and overstimmed. he doesn’t slow. just fucks you through it like he’s still ventin, brows furrowed, sweat drippin onto your chest.

“you takin it so good, baby,” he mutters. “fuck. should come home angry more often.”

you’re barely conscious—floatin somewhere between bliss and blackout, lips glossy, babblin his name. he finally looks at your face, sees your eyes rolled back, sees the tears on your cheeks.

“shit. baby? hey—hey, y’alright?” his voice cracks, rough but soft underneath. “look at me. need you with me, darlin.”

your lips part, breath hitchin, and you manage one tiny, ruined moan: “keep goin…”

and fuck, does he.

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thank you for reading. reblogs & feedback appreciated.

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sugardaddy!abby who makes you work for your allowance - that new car you wanted comes with a pretty new bruise at the back of your throat and some new pictures for her to keep in her wallet

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ellabs edit — pushing it down and praying

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was so excited to see bea but it was cancelled while standing in line :((

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˗ˏˋdouble sided dildo w/ ellie´ˎ˗

sharing a double ended dildo w your girlfriend — mdni, smut, lowercase intended, sub!ellie x reader, f!reader, mentions of: tribbing, dildos *ೃ༄ pls leave reqs !! had to give this to you guys early i couldn't help it˚୨୧⋆

your sweet girlfriend had her poor eyes rolled to the back of her head, shallow breaths left her mouth as you ground against the cock you both shared.

it was easy for poor ellie to get cock-drunk when you took out the double-sided dildo. the sight for her was just too much, your legs tangled as your hips rutted, cunts softly hitting each other with every rock. you were in complete control, in a tribbing position with your hands wrapped around her thighs as you fucked yourself and ellie with the pretty pink dildo.

"wanna feel you" was all ellie could get out from her state of bliss and thankfully you knew what she meant. with slow movements you push yourself farther onto the cock pushing it deeper into both you and ellie, but you know thats not what she's asking for. her wishes are received when your soft pink cunt presses against hers.

"oh fuck baby" ellie moans out, her eyes closing for a split second just to open them again so she can get a look at where you two are connected. the image of your cunts kissing, each other's slick mixing together, the pink cock spreading each of you deliciously sends her into a spiral. her legs began to shake against yours as you feel her come against you, her juices adding to your mess,

"oh fuck" she calls out, coming against you.

her orgasm doesn't stop your relentless rocking against her soft, wet cunt. you push yourself harder onto her, feeling the tip of the dildo kiss your cervix as your clit kissed hers.

"you feel that baby? how wet i am for you?" you tease your poor girlfriend, unaware if she can even hear you in her state of bliss.

"too much.." ellie mumbled out as you chased your own orgasm.

"you're not done till i am, selfish girl" you tease, pressing yourself further into her slick. you continue your relentless rocking, catching your clit against her quivering puffy one, fucking yourself and her with the dildo.

"oh fuck.." ellie whispers out, coming for a second time, this time feeling it in a much deeper part of her. the sight of her second orgasm pushes you over the edge and you ground your cunt to hers as you come against her.

"that's my good girl" you moan out, circling your hips on her, riding out your orgasm. you open your eyes to find hers completely closed, looking liked she passed out, face in bliss.

slowly you pull away from the dildo and her sweet cunt, wincing at the odd feeling of not being so full. crawling onto your knees, you gently pull the dildo from ellie's sensitive pink cunt. you watch her face contort for a split second and relax once the dildo is gone.

you quickly grab a small towel from the bathroom to wipe her off, climbing onto the bed next to her delirious state. you softly giggle and give the corner of her mouth a kiss and clean her off.

"mmm c'mere already" ellie whines from the bed as you change into one of her band tee's and boxers. you crawl into the bed pulling her into your arms, ellie instinctively rolls into your chest with her face in your neck.

"you know you're fucking crazy right?" she mumbles sleepily into your neck. you giggle and press a kiss into her head,

"you'll get used to it" you whisper back to your girlfriend, closing your eyes.

this is how every night ended when you used that pretty pink double-sided dildo; with ellie completely wiped out having been fucked to sleep. your pretty girl can only handle so much till she breaks.

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