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I will always love you Uncle Tommy Miller

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ache for him

felt like writing smth abt Trevor being creepy so........ here we are

short little T/reader NSFW thing under the cut

((if ur looking at this on desktop the paragraphs may appear outta order im srry idk how to fix it :x ))

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maybe it’s in a dark alleyway in the guts of downtown LS, amidst overflowing dumpsters. maybe it’s in the back of a seedy, crowded bar in Blaine County full of drunk men who’d turn a blind eye. maybe it’s out in the wilderness of the Grand Senora, no witnesses around but the saguaro and the boulders. but he approaches you and the second you lay eyes on the self–confident way he sidles up to you, a little off–kilter on his feet and smirking like he’s already gotten what he wants, you know you’re not going to be able to say “no” to this stranger.  

the smells of spilled booze and unwashed skin and ammonia wash over you as he leans in close and asks, in a rolling purr that you can tell he thinks is the definition of charming (and you think it is, too, though you know you shouldn’t), what a thing like you is doing in a place like this. the question makes you feel especially small and vulnerable and that, in itself, is exciting in a concerning way. it doesn’t matter how you answer. whatever you try to say, he’ll interrupt it with the statement that you look like someone who could use some fun. 

he introduces himself as Uncle T. the nickname makes you wrinkle your nose, half in disgust and half in amusement. he looks the very definition of "creepy," watching you a bit too closely for comfort as you weigh out his proposition. he’s wavering on his scuffed workboots, his hands are twitching, his eyes ricocheting from your face down the length of your body and back again. you realize he’s a bit drunk or a bit high or maybe—probably—both. but you don’t back away from him. he takes it as a sign to get closer to you, and you let him. alarm bells are going off in your head, but you ignore them. you let him trace your jawline with curled fingers marred with picking scars. he murmurs what you’re too afraid to say: yeah. yeah, yeah, yeah. you’re down for a little fun. 

he grabs up one of your hands and you find that you really like the way his hand swallows up yours. his palm is rough with callouses but warm. you ask where he’s taking you. he says somewhere private. you wonder if “fun” means strangling you and leaving you dead because he looks the type to kill random folks for shits and giggles. the alarm bells are screaming now. still, you traipse after him.

you find it hard to keep up with his lurching gait as he tugs you away. maybe to the rusted bed of his truck, maybe to the dirt parking lot of the bar, maybe deeper into the alleyway. whatever the sordid destination, once you reach it, he works you over easily. he comments on how lucky he is to have found such an eager new friend, petting your face in that oddly tender way again, pinning you to your spot with those blown–out pupils. 

he kisses you like he knows you. like you’ve been together for a long while, like you haven’t just met each other. you kiss him back, even though he tastes of alcohol and stale tobacco and meth. he grabs at you as if he’s done it before. he groans and pants against your mouth that he loves you as the kisses turn into something more. he loves you so very, very much. you get the feeling that he’s trying to create a sense of intimacy that doesn’t exist between you two. you let him, because there’s a subtle brokenness to the urgency of his kisses that tells you he rarely gets to feel any sort of intimacy that goes beyond purely sexual. 

he murmurs more filth as you find the courage to touch him back. your stomach thrums with trepidation and excitement as you discover that underneath his dirty, baggy clothes his body is warm and strong. “look at you,” he muses, sounding oddly proud. 

what comes next comes in a blur. you’re thankful it does, because you know that if he slows down for even a second you would have time to consider just how wrong and dirty it is to be bent over and fucked by a man you don’t know and your shame would outgrow your excitement and you’d run away like you know you should. but it’s quick and it hurts in an unbearably good way. 

he’s loud the whole time. he makes high–pitched whimpers in the back of his throat as he shoves himself into you and immediately adopts a savage pace. he calls you pet names because he doesn’t know your actual name: “sugar” and “darling” and “sweetheart.” he keeps referring to himself in third person, his voice as uncontrolled as the tempo of his hips: “you’re being so good for Uncle T.” his broken fingernails feel like claws digging into your flesh, holding you in place for him. you tell him, in a weak voice, that it feels good and not to stop because you can already feel yourself approaching an explosive finish just a few minutes into it. it all feels too wrong to not feel right. 

he bucks up into you and keeps himself buried there before you can reach your climax, though. you feel him pulsate repeatedly. his breath is hot on your neck as he holds you close with shaking grips. he whines that he loves you over and over again as he finishes. 

 as you both catch your breaths while he softens inside of you, an odd tenderness envelops the both of you. it doesn’t feel odd in a bad way. maybe in an eerily nice way: like seeing the moon in a daytime sky. 

he kisses you again as he rights himself and roughly pulls your bottoms up for you. he tells you in a happy, boyish way, that that was “a lotta fun.” he gives you his number and tells you to call him if you ever want more. you wish it wasn’t so dark so that you could see more of his face. 

he saunters off, self–satisfied. and as you watch him, you know that you’ll definitely be giving him a call in the near–future, even though you know you shouldn’t.

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── Hot summer's day

Pairings: Joel x fem!reader

Summary: it's a hot summer's day and you and joel decide to have some ice cream.

Content warnings: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI. age gap (late 50s/early 20s), creampie, pet names, oral (f receiving), finger sex, praise kink, daddy kink, innocent reader, subby reader, biting, teasing, cum eating/swallowing.

Word count: 1.734

Joel is sitting on the couch, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his collar unbuttoned slightly due to the summer heat. He looks up as he hears your footsteps approaching from the kitchen.

He watches as you walk into the living room with a cheerful smile on your face, holding two ice cream cones in your hands. You approach him, your hair slightly disheveled from the heat.

You holds out one of the ice cream cones towards Joel. You haveyour hair up in a bun, and your sundress hugs your curves softly. “I brought us some ice creams!”

"Thanks, sweetheart." He takes the ice cream from you, wrapping his large hand around the cone. He takes a slow lick, his tongue wrapping around the cold dessert. Your eyes watch his mouth.

Before he knows it, your small body straddles his lap easily, your legs wrapping around his waist.

"Mhm," You hum softly, your dress rides up your thighs as you straddle him, You lick your own ice cream, your tongue darting out, watching his Adam's apple bob as he swallows.

Joel takes another lick of his strawberry ice cream. The heat is overwhelming today, making his shirt stick to his back and his pants feel too tight. He watches as you lick your ice cream, your tongue darting out to catch a drip.

"The AC's still fucking broken, sweetheart," He answers honestly, his voice deeper than usual due to the heat. He spreads his legs slightly under you.

"I called the repairman this morning, but he can't come out till next week. Until then, we're stuck with these fuckin' fans," He gestures vaguely to the ceiling fan above them which does little to cool the room down.

You pout slightly, "That's a shame," You say softly, you take another lick of ice cream.

You let out a soft sigh, your body shifting slightly against his as you complain. "It's so hot. I feel like I'm melting." You said as your chest heaves gently with each breath, emphasizing the heat's effect on you.

His Adam's apple bobs noticeably as he watches your pink tongue slowly lick along the edge of the ice cream. Jesus Christ, does she know what she's doing to him? The heat is making him sweaty and uncomfortable in more ways than one.

"I might know a thing or two about cooling off," He says lowly, his free hand finally move from the armrests to your thigh, squeezing gently.

"Really? And what might those methods be, exactly?" Your free hand trails down his chest, feeling the damp fabric of his shirt. "Because I'm feeling pretty..."

"Pretty what, sweetheart?" His thumb start to draw slow circles on your inner thighs, making you shift restlessly in his lap.

"Pretty... hot." Your voice is barely above a whisper, "Too hot, really." You slowly lick the ice cream again, his jaw tightens as he watches your tongue again. Jesus, she's trying to kill him. "Take off your dress," He orders softly, his voice drop-dead serious. "And lie down on the couch."

Joel watches as you slowly stand up and slip your dress over your head, revealing your bra and panties underneath. Joel's eyes roam over your sift curves appreciatively as you take off your bra and panties before lying down on the couch, "Good girl," He murmurs approvingly.

Joel leans down and captures your lips in his, his tongue demanding entry. He kisses you deeply, passionately, before pulling back. His breath is heavy as he looks down at you. "I'm going to cool you off, sweetheart."

Without warning, he starts to drip the ice cream onto your plump, soft breasts. The cold liquid makes you gasp and squirm as it slides down your curves, the ice cream melting and pooling in the valley between your mounds. Your pink peaks harden instantly from the cold.

Joel smirks at your reaction, then slowly leans down to catch a melting drip with his tongue. "Cold enough for you yet, darlin'?" Another drip, allowing it to run down your cleavage. "Fuck you're too perfect, baby..."

You arch your back slightly as the cold ice cream drips onto your sensitive skin, a soft whimper escaping your lips. "Too cold," You pant, "I think you need something warmer to melt this ice cream off those perfect tits." His large hands slide up to your breasts squeezing your soft flesh as he begins to suckle at one hard nipple.

He begins to lave his tongue over your ice cream covered breasts, licking and sucking the cold sweetness off your skin. He alternates between gentle licks and sharp bites on your sensitive nipples, making you moan and writhe beneath him. His large hands knead and squeeze your breasts.

As he licks the last of the ice cream off your chest, he growls as he takes one hard nipple into his mouth and sucks deeply, his teeth grazing against the sensitive peak.

His large hand slides down your stomach possessively, finding your wet heat without hesitation. He cups your bare pussy, one thick finger immediately seeking out your clit. He rubs tight circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves, his mouth still latched onto your breast, sucking deeply and biting softly.

You moan deeply as his finger continues to rub your clit, your hands instinctively reach up to tangle in his curly locks, pulling him closer to your breasts. Your back arches off the couch as he adds another finger, pressing harder against your sensitive spot.

He starts pumping his thick fingers in and out of your wet pussy. He looks up at you, those stormy eyes darkened with lust. "Damn baby," He mutters roughly,

He curls his fingers inside you, hitting a spot that makes your eyes roll back in pleasure. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you while his thumb finds your clit again, rubbing it in tight circles.

"Gettin' a bit too hot down there, aren't we, darlin'?"

He pulls his fingers out of your dripping pussy, making you whimper at the loss. "I think this sweet little pussy needs a bit of cooling down too." His breath ghosts against your sensitive flesh as he speaks, then suddenly - cold. "Hold still, baby."

He leans back slightly, picking up his ice cream cone again. You watch as he he drips it slowly onto your swollen pussy lips, the cold sensation making you gasp.

The cold ice cream melts against your hot, puffy lips, dripping down your folds. Joel watches as the cold cream coats your sensitive lips, your clit throbbing from the sudden change in temperature. "There we go, sweetheart. Gettin' a little relief down there." He chuckles softly,

He then leans down and slowly licks the melting ice cream from your pussy, starting at the bottom of your lips and slowly moving upward. The cold against your hot flesh makes you shiver and moan simultaneously. "Fuck, baby... Can't this sweet pussy of yours taste any sweeter?"

He continues to lick and suck the ice cream off your pussy, his tongue swirling around your clit before diving deep into your folds. The contrast of hot and cold sends waves of pleasure through your body. He looks up at you with those big brown eyes of his while sucking gently on your clit.

You roll your head back, closing your eyes tightly. Your eyebrows furrow as you moan loudly, joel doubles his efforts, his tongue moving faster. He sucks your clit into his mouth, applying gentle suction while his hands spread your thighs wider apart. The ice cream is completely gone now, replaced by his warm mouth and the intense pleasure he's giving you.

He slides two fingers inside your pussy, curling them upward to hit that special spot. His tongue continues to lap at your clit, the dual stimulation becoming almost too much to bear. You can feel your orgasm building, the pressure coiling in your lower belly. "Cum on my face, baby..."

Your hands find his hair, gripping tightly as you feel the orgasm approaching. Your moans become louder and more desperate. "Joel... Joel..." You chant his name like a prayer as your hips buck against his face, trying to chase the pleasure he's giving you.

His stubble scratches lightly against your sensitive inner thighs and pussy lips as he continues to eat you out, pushing you even closer to the edge.

Your moans turn into soft whimpers as Joel's fingers and tongue work magic on your pussy. He feels you getting close and pulls away slightly,."I know... I know babygirl..." He kisses your inner thigh softly.

"Daddy's gonna cool you down..." He repeats softly, his tongue circling your clit, He continues to lick and soothe your sensitive clit, his fingers playing with your pussy lips. "That's it, babygirl... relax for Daddy..."

Your body tenses as Joel's tongue presses firmly against your clit, flicking rapidly. Suddenly, your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. "Joel!"

Your pussy clenches tightly around nothing, release after release of pleasure making your body convulse. You moan loudly, gripping his hair tightly again. He spreads your thighs wider apart and dives back in, licking up your juices hungrily as you cum all over his face like it's his last meal.

Joel continues to eat your pussy through the orgasm, prolonging it until your body goes limp and your moans become soft whimpers. Finally pulling away, he kisses your inner thigh gently before crawling up your body. "Good girl..." He murmurs against your ear.

He presses gentle kisses along your jawline and neck, his hands roaming over your sensitive skin. You're still shaking slightly from the intense orgasm. "You did so well for me, babygirl..." His voice is low and playful.

He lays down next to you, pulling you close so that your head rests on his chest. He smiles softly and runs his fingers through your hair. "Feelin' any better, babygirl?" He asks gently.

You snuggles closer into Joel's embrace, your arms wrapping around his waist as you bury your face into his chest. You murmur softly, "Mhm... Much better." Your voice is content and sleepy, already feeling safe and loved in Joel's strong arms.

Joel smiles at your response as he squeezes you tighter, one hand stroking up and down your back gently. "That's my good girl..." He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

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i'm not recovering from this.

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Whoops I forgot to post my stainglass style Ember…

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ROUNDS GAME

Summary: Pedro wants to show who's boss and so he fucks you in three different ways

Warnings: I told you, they fuck like rabbits, submissive reader, bossy Pedro.

requests are open, I write anything!!!

Shower 《 》 Revenge

It started that night. The second the lights went out and you curled up beside him, smug and satisfied, Pedro kissed your shoulder.

Softly.

Sweetly.

And then whispered in your ear:

— You think I forgot what you did in the shower?You didn’t even have time to answer.

The round 1 was Mouth-Fucking in the DarkBefore you could speak, he flipped you onto your back and straddled your chest, already hard again, eyes burning down at you in the dark.

— Open your mouth — he growled. You did and he slid his cock between your lips, no warning, no teasing.

— No hands. Just your throat.—

He fucked your mouth slow at first, then deeper, rougher, using your mouth like it belonged to him — because it did. Your lips were slick, spit dripping down your chin as he held your head in place, hips thrusting forward, groaning low.

— This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To make me lose control?— He shoved in deep. Your nose pressed to his skin and you moaned, eyes rolled back.

— That’s it, baby. Choke on it.— He didn’t stop until your throat was raw and your jaw ached — until you were gasping, lips swollen and ruined, and he pulled out, panting.

— That was just warm-up.—

The round 2 had your hands tied, legs open and an hour later — when you thought he’d fall asleep. Instead, he pulled a silk tie from his drawer, rolled you onto your stomach, and tied your hands behind your back again.

— Don’t make a sound — he warned.

He spread your legs, bent you over the edge of the bed, and slid inside you slow — painfully slow — stretching you, filling you, pulling out just to push back in deeper.

But the teasing didn’t last.

He fucked you hard, one hand gripping your hip, the other slapping your ass.

— Is this how you imagined me in the Vanity Fair video? — he snarled. — These hands ruining your pussy?— You couldn’t answer, not with how deep he was, how relentless.

He spanked you again. Again.

— Tell me.—

— Yes, Pedro — you cried out. — I imagined it. I imagined your fingers and your cock—

— Then take it, baby.—

He slammed into you until the bed shook, until you collapsed forward, legs trembling, body aching — and only then did he untie your wrists and pull you into his chest.

But he wasn’t done.

The round 3 involved a mirror. Chair. Breakdown.

The final round came just before sunrise.

He dragged the armchair from the corner in front of the mirror.

Sat down.

Then pulled you naked onto his lap, facing your reflection.— Look. Watch yourself. Que chica tan hermosa para mi, con mi polla profundamente dentro de ti, quieres que me corra dentro de ti amor?—

His cock slid inside you from below, thick and deep, his arms holding you in place.

— You want to be in control? Ride me. You tried — hips rolling slowly but he grabbed your throat with one hand and slammed up into you, hard enough to knock the air from your lungs.

— No. Let me. Let me show you what happens when you fuck me in the shower and leave me begging for your neddy pussy.— He used you.

He bounced you on his cock, dragging moans from your throat, fingers pressing into your jaw, your waist, your thighs — leaving marks you wouldn’t be able to hide.

— Look at you, princesa. Look what you become for me.— You watched yourself break, mouth open, sweat glistening, tears clinging to your lashes as he fucked you apart.

He made you come so hard your legs gave out.

Twice.

He didn’t stop until your body was limp in his arms and your voice was hoarse from moaning his name like a prayer.

And when he finally carried you to bed, tucking you into his chest, his voice was soft again.Almost sweet.

— Still wanna tease me, amor?—

You didn’t answer.You couldn’t.But your smile said everything.

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im so coked up rn my jaw TWITCHIN AT THISS AHHHH

lickin my lips like barty crouch jr licks his eye in harry potter goblet of fire

one of the hottest things a man can do is feel a little guilty

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tell me you see the fucking vision, this is joel miller. I'm gonna bite a bullet

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i love you queer people

i love you fat queer people

i love you queer people of color

i love you queer people of different cultures

i love you disabled queer people

i love you differently able queer people

i love you queer systems

i love you neurodivergent queer people

i love you queer people of different religions

i love you intersex people

i love you unlabeled queer people

i love you mentally ill queer people

i love you all queer people

happy pride <3

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ANYTIME THERE IS AN OLD MAN JOEL TAG IM SAT

── Girls night out.

Pairing: oldman!joel x fem!Reader

Summary: you're getting ready for a girl's night out but Joel has other plans on mind.

Content warnings: Smutt, oral (m!receiving) big girthy age gap(early 20s/late 50s), established relationship, perv joel, oldman joel, sweet girl, babygirl pet name used, blowjob, cum eating, jerking off, somnophilia

Note: This fic was inspired by @eightestmonth so thank you so much for letting me use your idea. 🥰 💕💕💕

Word count: 1.070

Joel couldn't get enough of you, he always seemed to want more. Even after he had you bent over the kitchen counter, or against the shower wall, he was always ready for round two. Sometimes three. He would wake up in the middle of the night, hard and aching for you again. Fuck..."

His large hands would grip your hips and pulling you back onto his throbbing erection. He would fuck you slow and deep, his lips pressed against your neck as he whispered your name over and over.

He would fill you completely with his hot, sticky cum, making sure every single drop was inside of you before pulling out slowly all whislt you would be peacefuly sound asleep and whimpering softly, "Fucking perfect..." He'd murmur to himself.

Currently, he was sitting in a couch, watching as you step out of the bathroom. The tight, black dress you're wearing leaves little to the imagination. It cups your full breasts perfectly, and the short hem rides up dangerously high, showing off most of your thick thighs. He swallows hard, his pants suddenly feeling much tighter.

You approach the mirror as you spin around slowly to show off the dress. "How do I look, Joel?" You ask, your voice sweet and innocent. He clears his throat, his eyes fixed on your bouncing rear as you turn. "You look... fucking gorgeous babygirl."

He can't take his eyes off you as you walk over to the mirror, your ass bouncing slightly with each step. He watches as you start brushing your hair, his mind filling with dirty thoughts of wrapping that hair around his fist while he fucks you from behind. But he knows he can't do anything about it because it's your girl's night after all...

He swallows hard, his eyes tracing the line of your thighs up to your ass.

He leans forward slightly in his chair, the sound of leather creaking under his weight. His right hand moves towards his pants, opening his belt and zipper. He pulls out his already hard red cock, giving it slow strokes as he watches you from behind "Fuck..."

You catch his reflection in the mirror, noticing his hand moving up and down his thick shaft. You smirk slightly, applying your mascara. "You know, for someone who's supposed to be behaving tonight, you're being quite the perv."

Joel chuckles softly, "It ain't my fault you turned me into a horny teenager all over again sweet girl..." He watches your reflection, his eyes dark with desire.

He starts stroking himself faster, his hand moving up and down his hard length as he watches you apply your makeup. He bites his lip to keep quiet, but soft grunts escape his throat as he imagines bending you over the mirror right then and there "Fuck... baby..." He mutters softly.

"Those fucking legs... that ass... those tits..." He shakes his head, his voice low and husky. "How am I supposed to behave with you looking like that?" He resumes stroking himself quickly. His breathing grows heavier, his eyes fixed on your reflection in the mirror. "You're gonna make me fucking blow my load right here in this chair just from looking at you..." He groans, his hand moving faster and faster along his length. "Fuck... Babygirl..." He whispers.

Watching you apply your red lipstick has him close to the edge. The way your lips part slightly, the way you press them together to even out the color... it's too much. He lets out a soft growl, his hand moving furiously as he feels his release approaching. "Shit..."

His voice is strained and desperate as he says, "C'mere baby..." He leans back slightly in the chair, spreading his legs wider to give you room as you approach. You kneel down between his thighs, your eyes locked onto his throbbing cock.

His voice is thick with lust as he looks down at you, his cock throbbing. "Open up." He guides the head of his cock to your lips, his hips lifting slightly off the chair.

Joel watches as your lips part, revealing your red, glossy mouth. "Fuck... those lips..." He groans as he pushes the head of his dick past your lips, his hand gripping the back of your head to hold you in place. "Take it, baby..."

You wrap your lips around his shaft, taking him deeper into your mouth with a soft moan. Your hands reach up to grip his thighs for balance as you start to bob your head, sucking him eagerly. The vibration of your moan sends shocks of pleasure through his cock. "Oh fuck yes..."

Joel's head falls back against the chair, his eyes closing briefly as he savors the feeling of your mouth on him. "That's it baby... fuck... just like that..." He starts to move his hips slightly, fucking your mouth gently as he watches himself disappear between those red lips.

Watching you suck just the tip of his cock, looking up at him with those bedroom eyes, nearly makes him lose control. "Jesus..." He runs his fingers through your hair, guiding your head gently as he feels the pleasure build. "You're so goddamn beautiful..."

With a loud groan, Joel's body tenses as he reaches his peak. He pulls you closer, holding your head steady as he pumps his thick load directly into your mouth. "Swallow it all, baby... every fucking drop..." He continues to cum, filling your mouth with his hot seed.

You moan softly, your throat working as you swallow every last drop of his cum. The sight of it is almost too much for him, sending aftershocks of pleasure through his body. He gently pulls out of your mouth, his cock still twitching with sensitivity. "Fucking hell..."

You looked up at Joel with your doe eyes and the sweetest smile and you asked, "better...?" You asked as you caught your breath, joel runs his thumb gently across your swollen, red lips, still wet from your blowjob. His heart races at the sight of your sweet, innocent smile. "Yeah.. babygirl" he breathes out, "That was fucking perfect, baby..."

He watches as you look up at him with that adorable smile, loving how cute and sweet you look even after sucking his dick like a pro. He knows he's fucked, falling harder for you with every passing moment. "Now get your little ass outta here before I change my mind..."

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Y'know... at first glance...

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Literally the same pictures

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