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can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.

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Being insanely horny for weird little guys who don't even exist is my coping mechanism.

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I’ve Got My Red Dress on Tonight | (joel miller x fem!reader) (18+)

Part 5 of Meet Me in the Back

pairing: sleazy gas station clerk!joel miller x fem!reader summary: When your Valentine's Day date doesn't show, you decide there's one person who would be happy to see you. warnings/tags: [18+ MINORS DNI] age gap (no specifics), drug use (marijuana), daddy!kink, fingering (vaginal and....anal!!!), v brief foot fetish, squirting, praise!kink and degradation!kink (use of slut/whore), unprotected PIV, creampie, some ~touching in public, smoking, taking pictures mid-coitus, really nasty gross fluff i'm sorry about it. lemme know if i forgot something i gotta go fast i wanna post word count: ~7.8k jesus christ | ao3a/n: much thanks for the anon who suggested a V Day fic for these two <3 Thank you to my love Iris @papipascalispunk for making sure my commas and em-dashes are where they're supposed to be. ALSO. Chloe, resident sleazy!joel expert, wrote a little drabble inspired by Joel in this fic!! Please check it out after you've read this chapter! The Sighting by ChloeAngelic <3 Divider by @saradika-graphics ❤️ Taglist Update: I have decided to decommission my taglist in favor of an updates blog! Please follow @atticrissfinchupdates and opt in for notifications to get notified when I post a new fic! Series Masterlist | Masterlist | Kofi

The dress feels ungodly tight, but you had figured it would be worth it. 

It wasn’t. 

In fact, the dress hasn’t seen anything but the inside of your apartment. 

Your hair was done just the way you love it, you pulled out all the stops with your makeup, and you had squeezed yourself into this glittery, red mini dress that makes your tits look stunning, which you bought just for this night. 

You’d been out with Brent twice before, and even though you’d thought it was a little early in your “relationship” for a Valentine’s Day dinner, when he asked to “make it a special night” for you, you agreed. The last thing you wanted was to be alone on this godforsaken holiday. 

Well, at least he’d had the courtesy to give you twenty minutes' notice that he was bailing on you instead of just leaving you waiting on your couch wondering if he would come at all. 

Now you’re just waiting on your couch, wondering what the fuck to do. 

You open your messages on your phone and swipe away from your broken plans. The next thread under it is Joel’s. 

Joel: i swear 2 god i saw one tho

You: you did not see a UFO, Joel 

Joel: yes i did!!! it was way the hell up there flashin its lights!!! saw it clear as day!!!

You: that was most definitely just a normal plane, old man. Turn off Ancient Aliens once in a while. 

Joel: ur gonna be real sorry wen im FAMOUSS for findin the first REAL aliens 👽 🛸 

You: I’m sure I will be

Joel: u can make it up 2 me by flashin me them headlights of urs again 😈

Joel: honk honk 😈

You: Bye 🙄 😒

Joel: 👅

A smile tugs at your lips as you read through the conversation from earlier this evening. You hadn’t told him about the date. Or dates, rather. If this one had gone well, you might have. If things wound up back at your place and actually moved a step toward something. 

You deflate against the back of your couch. Because there’s nothing now. Just you, your suffocating dress, and your stupid heels. The vicious claws of insecurity start to scrape at the back of your neck. 

Brent didn’t want you. You weren’t good enough. You’re not good enough for anyone.

Tears prick at your eyes and you dab them with the side of your finger to keep your mascara intact, following it up with some deep breaths and your head tipping back between your shoulders, forcing the tears back into your skull.  

That’s not true, you recite to yourself. You know there’s always someone who’s happy to see you. 

Another deep breath. 

Someone who would be dead on his feet seeing you dressed like this. 

On your next breath you’re already shimmying out of your panties and checking the mirror to make sure no one is getting a free show who doesn’t deserve it. 

You scurry as quickly as you can to your car, shivering so fiercely it feels like your goddamn pussy has goosebumps from being exposed like this. You weather through it, chanting in your head some quote you heard about how hoes never get cold. 

When you get to the gas station, you scamper from your car into the store, shuddering when the heat hits you once you open the door. You tug your dress down and glance around, not immediately seeing Joel anywhere. He’s not at his usual spot, parked behind the counter. You venture further into the shop, peering down the aisle. 

“Evening,” someone says just behind you, and you jump, whirling around. 

It’s not Joel. It’s some other schmuck with a scraggly, graying ginger beard and a crooked, lumpy nose. His smile is friendly enough, but it lacks that trademark sleaziness that typically oozes from the person you’re accustomed to seeing man the store. His name tag reads Walter. 

“Evening,” you squeak out, cringing and clearing your throat when your voice spills out much higher pitched than you expected. You tug on your dress again. 

“Help you with anything?” he asks, and you’re relieved to find his gaze holding steady on yours, not drifting elsewhere despite the swathes of skin on display in your chosen outfit.

Joel wouldn’t even be able to begin to know where to fucking look, your mind provides, and you find yourself trying to come to terms with the apparent fact that… Joel isn’t here. 

He isn’t here – on Valentine’s Day. 

“I’m, um…I’m actually looking for Joel?”

Walter’s eyebrows shoot up, then fall into a furrow. “He been hiring on the clock again? Goddamn it, I told him not to fucking do that anymore,” he mutters, shaking his head down at the floor before looking back up at you. “Miss, I’m real sorry, I know you’re doing honest work and all, but I can’t have that shit here.”

It takes a moment for you to fully register what he’s saying, but when you do, your eyes go wide. “Oh, sir, I’m not— you’ve got— no, no. I’m just a friend of Joel’s.”

“I'm sure you are, Miss, but I—”

“I’m not a prostitute,” you insist under your breath, glancing around to ensure no one is in the vicinity. “I swear to god, I just had a date tonight, or I was going on a date, and then I wasn’t, and— I swear, I’m just dressed for a date. A normal date.”

You’re not sure your frantic insistence has Walter very reassured, but he just nods, a skeptical look in his eye. “Well, in any case, he’s not here. He’s got the night off.”

“Got it. Okay, thank you,” you say, wincing a little at the palpable awkwardness. You rush past him to leave, your heels clicking loudly, and apparently, whorishly, across the floor. 

“Stay safe out there, honey,” Walter calls after you. 

Your car is blessedly still harboring warmth as you clamor back inside and start the engine. You catch your breath and mull over what to do next. 

He wasn’t there. On Valentine’s Day. You feel like that can only mean one thing. Something squiggles and squirms in your belly at that thought. 

You have one more shot, and you take it, speeding off toward the outskirts, hoping you can go fast enough to drown out the weird feeling in your stomach. 

—

His truck is there. And it’s alone in the gravel next to his trailer. 

You see light through his weeping blinds, a warm yellow glow accompanied by periodically flickering colors that you assume is his television. A good sign, you think. 

The wind whips around your bare legs as you climb his steps carefully in your stilettos, staring up to admire the waxing gibbous moon shining absurdly bright against the speckled black sky. You lean against the dilapidated railing of his tiny porch in front of his door. The sky is never this bright where you live. It fills you with a sort of warmth. Comfort. You hear the distorted sound of voices on his television and the faint aroma of weed seeping out the frame of his door. 

You don’t hear anyone else. 

So you knock. 

You hear a nasty cough from the other side of the door and the volume of the TV ticking down. The door swings open and you’re hit in the face two-fold—with a wall of smoke and a wall of bare-chested man. 

Joel blinks and squints reddened eyes as he blocks the entire doorway, billows of haze attempting to escape around him to the fresh air. Then recognition glows in his eyes and his gaze drifts. Up and down. And his jaw goddamn drops. 

Your arms clasp at your back as you rock on your teetering heels. 

“Hi.”

Joel crams his eyes shut again, shaking his head like a dog like he’s trying to clear a fog over his vision. But he opens them again, and you’re still standing there, and he expels a long, narrow breath through his lips. 

“Jesus fucking Christ. This is heaven, right? Or— jesus— fuckin’…hell, in that devil of a dress,” he shakes his head again, slower, more like disbelief, and a smile pushes at your mouth. “You just showin’ up on my doorstep? Dressed like that? I must be fuckin’ dead.”

You temper your broadening grin, reining in your utter delight at receiving exactly the reaction you were craving. “So, you’re saying me, weed, and…” you crane your head to peek at his television, “And SVU is your idea of heaven?”

“Damn near fuckin’ close,” he says, a reverence about his tone as he drinks you in gratuitously. He pulls himself out of his stupor and hurriedly gestures inside. “Jesus, sweetheart, come in. Gotta be freezin’ your gorgeous tits off out there.”

His hand falls to the small of your back as he ushers you inside, the sweet tang of his evening stress relief burning stronger in your nostrils in his living room. 

Joel shuts the door behind you both and lets out a sharp whistle. “Sweet Mary Mother’a God. That fuckin’ ass,” he mutters under his breath. 

You peer your head around your shoulder to take in the sight of him, just as he does you. One hand frozen against the door, soft belly poking out over the hem of his sweatpants, dark hair sweeping over the curve of it and up his chest. And, of course, that fucking tent at his crotch, growing larger by the second. 

“Be still my fuckin’ heart – the hell are you doin’ here in that, darlin’ girl?”

Your cheeks begin to heat. 

He’s never said it like that. Darlin’ girl. It’s usually some iteration of one or the other, but never together. 

Darlin’ girl. 

You fill in a blank for yourself — unintentionally, but so fucking naturally. 

My darlin’ girl. 

Where your stomach was squirming, it now flutters. You swallow it down. Pull your mind back. You just want to feel wanted. That’s why you’re here. 

Then he’s at your back, pressing all of him against you. The softness of his torso, the scratch of his facial hair, the hardness of his cock. Planting feathery kisses along your neck with teasing bites. 

A giggle bubbles up your chest and you free up more of your neck for him to devour. “I’m here to see the stupid aliens, you dumbass.”

His lips pause on your neck. “Oh yeah?” he mumbles against your skin. 

“Yeah,” you laugh lightly, “Where’s your flying saucer? Your flashing lights?”

Joel’s hands sweep up your sides and cup your breasts through your dress, squeezing them tight in his grip. “Right fuckin’ here, baby,” he growls into the underside of your jaw, “Let me turn ‘em on for ya.”

You throw your head back with another easy laugh and you feel the shape of his smile against your cheek as he massages your covered tits. 

“Mmmm,” he hums, rocking his hips against your ass, his massive length nestling and sliding between your cheeks over your dress. “Come smoke a bowl with me. ‘N then tell me why you’re dressed like living sin in my living room.” 

“How about you just fuck me,” you sigh, tangling your fingers into Joel’s hair and holding his lips to your neck. 

“‘Cause I wanna stare at you in this dress a little while longer ‘fore I rip it to fuckin’ shreds,” he says, his words increasingly muffled by the exposed skin of your spaghetti-strapped shoulder. 

A shiver trembles down your spine and you take a steadying breath. “Okay. Then you better detach before all that shit goes out the window.”

Joel takes a deep breath and rolls his forehead over your shoulder with a moan. “Smart. You’re so goddamn smart. So goddamn pretty. Got my Peter pipin’ up a storm down there.”  

You roll your eyes and will yourself forward, toppling onto his sagging couch with him trailing along behind and groaning as he sinks into it. 

Your hands go to the straps on your heels and you begin to unfasten when you hear a definitive nuh-uh. You glance up and Joel’s eyes are fixated on your blood-red satin heels. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

“Really?”

“Really. Those naughty fuckers stay on,” he orders, and you have no choice but to let your hands fall away. 

“Okay, then.”

Joel’s tongue darts out to wet his lips briefly. “Shit. Alright. Where the fuck was I?”

Joel busies his hands – his focus – with topping off the contents in the bowl of his bong. He graciously offers it to you. 

“Light it for me?”

Joel smirks and flicks his lighter as he holds the glass contraption steady. 

Once you’ve taken a healthy puff, Joel sets the devices aside and crooks a finger under your chin, coaxing you forward. The burn curls in your throat as you hold the smoke. Joel’s nose traces a delicate line down your cheek before hovering his parted lips over your mouth and tracing his thumb over your painted red lip, smearing the color down your chin. 

“Let it out,” he mutters, his heavy, rosey stare shimmering into yours. 

The smoke cascades from between your lips into Joel’s waiting mouth where he inhales it with practiced ease, holding it for a moment before exhaling the remnants of it over your face with a lazy smile. 

“So fuckin’ sweet spillin’ outta that mouth, little Sugarplum,” he croons, continuing to futz with the color on your lips. 

You wrinkle your nose at him and laugh. “Dude, you’re so fucking high right now, my asshole would probably taste sweet.”

“It does,” Joel drawls, rolling your bottom lip down and watching it snap back up. “I got first-hand ‘xperience. Or…first…mouth…” Joel’s train of thought floats off from there as his eyes transfix on your lips. 

“Another hit, please.”

That refocuses his attention and he nods, a little sluggish. You take the reins this time, lighting the bowl yourself and savoring your pull. 

As you exhale again into the thick air of his trailer, Joel takes another, more modest puff to maintain his already achieved high. 

“Shit, I needed this,” you groan, feeling more and more boneless as you melt into his couch. “That’s good shit.”

“I don’t skimp on what’s important,” Joel mumbles, slumping over until his curly mop plops into your lap. 

You chuckle at him, stroking a hand through his hair and receiving a very pornographic moan in response when your nails scratch against his scalp. 

“Fuckin’ Christ. You’re my fuckin’ angel. Angel in devil’s clothes.”

Cleverness begins to fail you as the cozy tendrils of the weed start to lighten your brain into something a little more relaxed. So you just sink into the couch, playing with his soft locks and humming to his lethargic babble. 

When you’ve waded through the deepest of the haze, Joel sits back up, cradling his cheek in the crook of his arm as it balances on the back of his sofa. “So what are you doin’ here, Sugarplum? You get all dressed up for me? ‘Cause I somehow doubt that.”

You smirk at him in what you hope is playfully, but lands somewhere closer to dopey. “Why do you doubt that?”

He just fixes you with a telling look, and you concede. 

“Okay. No, I um– I had a date tonight.”

Joel nods, a little exaggeratedly in his current state. “Pretty little thing had a date. ‘Course she did.”

“Well, I did,” you say, pulling your legs up onto the couch and folding them to your side, maintaining what seems like a silly level of modesty given your present company. “Until he canceled on me about twenty minutes before he was supposed to pick me up.”

The divots between his brows seem to grow impossibly deep at that. “You gotta be goddamn jokin’ me. No fucker in his right mind would stand up a thing like you.”

You dip your head down, picking at the fraying threads of his couch cushion. “Not so sure about that.”

“I am. I’m damn sure.”

You shrug, “I just didn’t want the dress to go to waste.”

“Sure as hell didn’t.”

You hum in response. Picking. Tugging. Picking. Tugging. Until you feel fingers pinching your chin and guiding your attention up. And his eyes are still watery, still tinged with red, but are so unwavering as they burrow into your own, brimming with wetness for a wholly different reason. 

“Hey,” he utters, soft as anything, soft as his hair, soft as his belly, soft as his eyes. “It sure as hell didn’t,” he repeats, and waits for you to acknowledge it. 

And you do, with a small nod and sniffle. 

“Good girl.”

Your lip quivers at that, and the words tumble out. “Fuck me. Right now.”

Your back hits the seat cushions and his mouth is on yours, tasting sweet and a little bitter as his tongue strokes between your teeth. His noises pitch upward as you tug lightly at his hair, and his knee situates itself between your legs, providing you with delicious friction against your already dripping core. 

Joel’s breath wafts hot over your ear as he rasps, “You take your panties off for him or for me?”

“For you,” you reply breathily, moaning as he nips and licks at your ear, his increased breath reverberating in your head so loud it makes your pussy throb with the influx of intimacy. 

“All for me?” he asks, maneuvering a hand down to where you’re wet and begging for him, “Goin’ commando in this tight ‘n tiny little number, riskin’ givin’ anyone on the street a flash of your drippy little slit?”

Your moan bounces off the walls when he slips two fingers inside of you, pumping and curling them with a rehearsed accuracy that has pleasure fraying your edges as soon as he sets his pace. 

“And you brought it here to me? Brought me this sexy, heart-shaped box of yours all wrapped up in a pretty package?”

“Yes, daddy,” you breathe out, wrapping a heel-clad foot around his waist to spread yourself open for him, “Brought it for you. All for you. Please.”

“You gonna come for me, you naughty little angel? Come on daddy’s fingers.”

You whimper as he strokes at you with those fingers, his other hand descending on your clit to rub circles with his thumb. Your hips buck into his hand on your clit and down onto his fingers pistoning inside you, and you feel yourself coming apart all at once, your voice breaking as you call out for him. 

Joel showers you in praise as he fucks you through your release, resting his forehead on your temple. “Good fuckin’ girl. All that for daddy. Good girl. Squeeze daddy’s fingers, just like that, baby. Fuckin’ shit. So fuckin’ pretty.”

A whine kicks up in your throat as the overstimulation starts to throb in your clit, and you bump at his hand to stem the sensation. Joel’s fingers web through yours as he pins your hand above your head on the arm of the sofa, his two fingers slowing to a methodical crawl within your pussy. 

“Love how you feel around my fuckin’ fingers, sweetheart. Love seein’ how tight you clench around ‘em, knowin’ I’m about to stretch you wide open on my cock and feel you just as tight.”

“Fucking love your cock, daddy,” you keen as your hips undulate in time with his continued ministrations inside you. “Wanna be filled with it right now.”

“You want daddy’s cock now?” he teases, the tips of his two fingers dragging delightfully against the most enticing spot of your inner walls, drawing a tender gasp from your lips. 

“I really, really do,” you whimper, grinding onto his hand harder, “Need you to split me open, daddy.”

“Can I get a ‘please’ all pretty-like for me?”

You whine again and nod. “Please, daddy. Fill me with your cock.”

“You deserve it, don’t you, sexy girl?”

And the way he asks it, the way his eyes bore into yours when he does, you feel like he’s asking you to admit to more than you’d otherwise be willing to offer yourself. 

Tell yourself that you deserve good things. You deserve this pleasure. 

“I—” your breath hitches as his fingers crook inside you again, your nerve faltering at your lips. 

Joel’s lips part as he keeps drawing your pleasure tighter again, and you feel your core building that pressure again. “Tell me. Tell daddy you deserve his cock.”

“I— I deserve it,” you force out through the mounting pleasure in your brain, gasping when his fingers pick up momentum. “Oh, god, that…it feels…”

“Yeah, pretty girl? You’re doin’ so fuckin’ good for daddy, I can feel it too. You deserve this, baby,” he coos, releasing your trapped hand to press firmly above your pulsing cunt. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet for me. Show me how wet you are for daddy, make your little hole gush for me.”

“Daddy, I…oh,” you squeak out as a wave of pleasure washes over you, pulsing out your limbs. And more than that, you feel a steady stream of liquid flow out of you, you hear the wet slap of Joel’s fingers, his palm, as it floods his hand. 

“Oh fuck, that’s it, baby. That’s it, darlin’ girl. Soak my fuckin’ hand. Such a naughty little bitch. Squirtin’ out your filthy little snatch for daddy. That’s fuckin’ right,” he babbles as his palm smacks lewdly up against your cunt with a fresh wave of wetness. 

Your hips jolt with the heightened sensation, and you can’t muster anything more than barely audible moans as Joel fucks you until you have nothing left for him to coax out. 

“Fuckin’ shit, sweetheart. Messy fuckin’ girl,” he grunts as he wipes his dripping hand on his sweats before tucking both behind your knees and spreading your legs to admire your drenched, finger-fucked cunt. “So juicy for daddy, huh? Daddy’s gonna slide his big straw into that sloppy little juice box of yours. And when I’m done you can suck on his big straw like a good little girl. How’s that sound, sweetheart?”

“Can you please just fuck me?” you beg, slipping the straps of your dress off your shoulders to push your dress and strapless bra below your tits. Joel stares hungrily as you play with them for him. 

“Fuck me. Yeah, your little box is ready to get stuffed, ain’t it?” he moans, tilting his head to the side to kiss up your calf and up to your ankle, still encased in your shoe. His teeth bite at the strap and buckle, skimming his lips wetly down the curve of your foot to the arch of it and sucking at the side of it he’s able to reach. 

“Joel,” you whine helplessly, desperately as your pussy screams for that bulge in his pants to bury itself inside your body instead. “What the fuck are you doing.”

“Worshippin’ my slutty little goddess. You blessed me with this little dress, this tasty little puss, so I’m gonna show my appreciation,” he mutters into your foot. 

And it shouldn’t feel good, but you’ve never had anyone put their lips on your feet before, and you’re so fucking horny for this man, you let yourself feel it. Your other heel drapes over his shoulder as his mouth drags over the slope of your foot and back up your ankle. 

“Such a pretty outfit, so I’ve decided not to tear it apart. Nasty little whore, you made it easy to access whatever I want anyway,” he chuckles a bit, gliding his teeth up until he can bite at the skin under your knee. 

You groan and press your head into the couch cushion, “Not the first person to accuse me of being a hooker tonight.”

Joel pauses for a second with a suspicious look. “Who was the first? Better not’ve been that shitty fucker who stood you up, or I’ll deck his lights out,” he says with a gentle aggression that has a rolling heat burgeoning in your stomach for a reason you can’t quite place.

“No, it was that old guy at your work tonight.”

Joel cocks his head. “Walter? Walter said you were a hooker?”

“I said I was looking for you and he just…assumed, I think. You hire hookers on the clock? ‘Cause he seems to think so.”

“Only a handful of times,” he mutters, his eyes going shifty, uneasy, almost…embarrassed. “I don’t wanna talk about that. Not with your slutty little hole winkin’ at me like that.”

“Fair enough,” you dismiss, tapping your heel against Joel’s back to spark his attention. “Stop making me fucking wait for what I came for.”

“Already came twice,” Joel says under his breath, but he uses the hand not gripping the back of your knee to work his cock out of its confines, springing out angry and red and as intimidating as ever. He leaves it bobbing free as he takes up his hands behind both of your knees to spread you wider. “Guide it where you want it, pretty girl. He’s all yours.”

You bite your lip at those words. He’s all yours. Your hand wraps around his girth before you let your mind race too far. You stroke him softly and revel in the way his chin droops down to his chest and a groan rumbles in his throat at the first real stimulation of his cock. 

“Let me feel that red velvet pussy, baby.”

You finally notch the fat head of him at your entrance and wiggle your hips down the couch, gasping as it parts your opening with a dull sting. When you capture Joel’s gaze, you beg softly, “Fuck it, daddy. She’s all yours.”

His face caves into an expression so aroused it almost looks painful. And then he’s groaning to fill the hush of the room and spearing into your cunt with every inch of him at once. 

You’ll never get used to the sounds that he pushes out of you when he fucks you full, when he enters you for the first time and smacks you in the face with how gigantic he is in comparison to the tight ring of your pussy. Like a wounded animal, like prey falling to a predator, like you’re irreversibly changed once he’s claimed you for his own. 

His rhythm sets off harsh and frantic and consuming, keeping your legs spread to feast his eyes upon your ravaged flesh. 

“Fuck, so goddamn perfect. Feel so perfect around my cock. Milkin’ daddy just right with this tight little hole, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yeah,” you whimper, tweaking your hardened nipples between your fingers and massaging at your tits as his hips smack against yours, the drenched state of your pussy enhancing the sound. 

Joel secures your legs over his shoulders and leans in over you, bracketing your head with his hands and snapping his hips into you as you cry out with the change in angle, pulling him deeper inside you. 

“Yeah, daddy’s so fuckin’ deep, huh? You love this fuckin’ cock? You love daddy fuckin’ this dirty snatch so fuckin’ deep?”

“Yes,” you keen, flinging your hands back to dig your nails into the arm of his couch and using it as leverage to fuck yourself down onto his length as he shoves it in, falling into a blissful harmony. 

“Fuck daddy’s cock, slutty girl. God, I fuckin’ love that. Suckin’ it right up your cunt like a pro. Pussy’s so tight I got it molded to my cock now, don’t I? Ain’t gonna fit right with no other cock, is it?”

“No, daddy,” you whine, plunging yourself down onto him again and again just to feel the tip of it dragging along your cervix in that way you have come to fucking crave. Joel’s cock fucks you open and curves up into that perfect spot inside of you in the most flawless rhythm, and it has you spiraling into another orgasm with no discernible warning. You pussy clenches and spills around his cock, soaking the both of you with what Joel had already primed you for with his fingers. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, baby,” Joel moans as he lets his cock slip out of you to watch you gush onto his thoroughly soiled couch. He fucks back into you in a single push and withdraws again, just to see more of it rush out. Joel fists his cock and slaps it down onto your spread folds in a series of heavy smacks, then rubs the head of it against your clit as the rivulets cascading from you subside. “Gushin’ like a fuckin’ jacuzzi. Where you been hidin’ this little party trick?”

“I don’t fucking know,” you pant out, trying to get a grip on your shaking thighs as Joel’s cock slides through your folds. “Fuck. I didn’t know…”

“Well if anyone was gonna teach you, it would be your big dick daddy, now wouldn’t it?” Joel brags, smacking the full length of him against your lips and lower belly. 

You twitch with residual aftershocks as the weight of him jostles you, and Joel chuckles. 

“You’re shaking like a leaf darlin’,” he says, tapping one of your quivering thighs. “Flip over for me. Daddy’s gonna dick you down real good.”

“Gonna?” you squeak out, staring at him incredulously, “What have you been doing so far?”

Joel presses his lips together to stifle a laugh and smacks at your thigh again. “Ego’s already big enough, darlin’. Don’t go pumpin’ it up for me now.”

“Can say that again,” you mutter with a small smile, but flip over until you’re flat on your stomach and resting your head in your arms. “Big dick, bigger ego.”

Joel grunts behind you as he settles on top of you, slipping his arm under and around your shoulder and nuzzling into your neck. He grinds his cock into the cleft of your ass before pulling back and aligning it at your entrance again with his hand. He hums in your ear and says with laughter in his voice, “Imagine if it was my ego I was shovin’ into this tiny cunt. You’d be fucked.”

Your reply is replaced with a gasping moan as he presses back into you at a different angle, this one rubbing intensely along the front wall of your pussy. The groan you release is embarrassing, abhorrent to your own ears, but Joel’s answering moan has all concern fluttering from your conscience. 

“How’re you still so fuckin’ tight after I’ve fucked you open so many times, huh, Sugarplum?” he asks, voice clearly forced out through his teeth, like he’s fighting for his life not to spill his load inside of you in the next few seconds. But he bottoms out and fucks you slow, staying balls deep and making a home for himself there in the deepest part of you. “Jesus, need to dust off the ol’ cock ring. Wanna fuck you for hours, baby. Fuck you raw and stupid on this dick. Fuck you ‘til you fall asleep on it, you’re so goddamn tired. Fuck you ‘til you forget what it feels like to not be stuffed full of me.”

“Daddy,” you whimper into your arms, already overwhelmed by the sheer heft of this man making room for himself inside your body, not even giving your pussy an ounce of space to relax that isn’t around him, isn’t on his terms. “Feels so fucking good inside. So fucking big.”

“I know it, sweetheart. So good at takin’ this cock. That first time I thought you was gonna pass out on it. And look at you now – shakin’ and beggin’ for it like a bitch. You daddy’s bitch, nasty girl?”

“Yes,” you whine as Joel starts to slam his hips harder, faster into you, “Yes, I’m your bitch, daddy!” And you’re suddenly screaming it for him as his fingers dig into the back of your shoulder, holding you steady as he uses you. 

“Fuck yeah,” he growls out, hoisting himself off you and hauling your hips into the air along with him. He fucks down deep into you as you moan into the couch, allowing him to take what he’s rightfully earned from you, simply by appreciating you, knowing how to make you scream, knowing how to make you come. 

And you’re fairly dizzy with the experience, but you aren’t far gone enough to not feel the slippery thumb massaging circles against the tight ring of muscle he’s only ever explored before with his tongue. 

A mewl escapes your lips as the tip of the digit teases your resolve. 

“You gonna be my little slut, baby? Let daddy put his thumb in your ass. It’s real good for ya. It’ll be real good,” he speaks in breathy pants as his cock maintains its devastating tempo. 

You let out a pitiful whimper, and you’re only partially surprised that the only answer in your head is yes, yes, yes. 

It’s apparently also on your lips, because without even registering that you’ve said it aloud, Joel is rumbling out a deep and resonant, “That’s my darlin’ girl.” You swear you feel your eyes roll back in your head as the possessive praise inextricably clings itself to the sensation of his thick, meaty thumb gliding into your asshole up to the knuckle. 

It shouldn’t feel this good. It shouldn’t feel this good having his cock filling you to the brim and then even more of him filling your ass. You’ve never liked anal, you’ve never even been interested in it, but this fucking tornado of a man has everything spinning in your head, disorienting your thoughts, screaming at you that what you thought was wrong is so, so right. 

“Lemme get a picture of this, sweetheart – of you all plugged up with me.”

“Okay,” you gasp, constricting your grip around his thumb as if needing to hammer into your head that there’s a finger in your ass. A thick finger. He can probably feel his own cock through the separating skin. 

Joel groans as you flex around his finger. “Spread yourself for the camera, baby.”

Your hands move to your cheeks and you can’t bring yourself to feel shame for this. Not for shit like this, with him. Not anymore. He makes you feel dirty and sexy and beautiful and worth his time. Why the hell wouldn’t you want to document this?

“Fuckin’ hell. Just like that.” You hear a series of shutters, and then his thumb slides out of you and he uses it to pull at the small established gape he’s made of your asshole. A few more shutters and Joel is muttering perfect, fuckin’ perfect, as he tosses his phone aside.

The words flow through you like hot honey tea, even if you weren’t meant to hear them. How does a man like him make you feel so treasured when you’re with him? You don’t belong to him, but he treats you like you do, in the most respectful of ways. He drags you down with him into the depths of his depravity, and yet once you’re there, you’re pleasured like… like a goddess. Like his goddess. 

Joel’s hips ramp up again, timing his thrusts with that of his thumb as he fucks you in both holes at once. “God, so fuckin’ beautiful like this. Wanna stretch this hole open until you can take this whole cock up your ass, baby. Spill my load in there, watch it drip down your cunt.”

And you had said unequivocally no. You had said, not tabling. Off the table. But, god, deep down you know he’d make it feel so good. Somehow, he’d make it worth it. And it’s fucking killing you. You can’t admit that to him, you can’t let him know that you’re convinced he could make anything feel good. That’s too close to something. And this isn’t something. This is I make you feel good, you make me feel good, and we go our separate ways. 

So you just moan for him in response. A verbal confirmation is too much. Giving him too much power over you. And Joel seems too lost in the clutch of your body to parse the difference. 

“Velvet fuckin’ pussy, darlin’,” he chants to the rhythm of his hips colliding with yours, and you’ve come to recognize the telltale signs of his impending orgasm. His sounds start to fluctuate in pitch, his hips more stuttered in their movement, his fingernails indent your skin as he frantically clings to the final moments of euphoric crescendo before the cymbal crash. 

And crash it does, announced with an unabashed groan of sheer pleasure as he spills himself inside of you again, so many times now you’ve lost count, lost sense of the level of responsibility in your actions. Too feral, too dependent on the soothing, post-fuck tranquility of his come dripping from the deepest part of you. A balm to your stretched, aching wound that he caused, because you asked him to — keep asking him to — again and again. A reminder of where he’s been, what he’s done to you, what he’s done with you in all these private moments. 

He slips himself free, and you feel the trickle of him, evidence of how much he’s pumped into you. Leaving you open and gaping, yet so fucking full of him, even after he’s gone. Pulled out and dripped free of your heat and hold. 

Lazy kisses paint up your back where your dress has ridden up your spine, and then back down to bite more reminders of him into the flesh of your ass, until he guides your hips flush to the couch and blankets you with his weight. 

Minutes of quiet breath-catching tick by, feeling the scratch of his hair where your bare skin meets along your bodies, until Joel breaks the silence to say, “Stupid bastard was out of his fuckin’ mind.”

And you’re not positive why, but you feel tears stinging your eyes again. You steel yourself, refuse to let them fall, force them to dry out before they betray you. 

You clear your throat of any traitorous frogs before you speak again. “Sorry about your couch.”

“Nothin’ to be sorry ‘bout,” he reassures, grunting quietly as he shifts himself off you and slips behind instead, pulling you into him, “Plus, Doreen’s got one of them special little steam cleaners she lets me borrow from time to time. Get it cleaned up real nice.”

“Doreen?”

“Little old lady ‘cross the way,” he says into your hair. 

You do your best to turn slightly and look at him. “You’re friends with the little old lady across the way?”

“You doubt my charm?”

Your eyes search his face — the wide, dopey smile, the drooping eyelids, the dwindling glassy rose in his eyes from the weed — and you smile back. 

“Maybe. Feel like you would be a kind old lady’s worst nightmare.”

“Nah, I’m a good boy. Just ask my mama,” he quips. 

“Sure,” you joke, positioning yourself back into a proper little spoon. 

You feel a kiss on the back of your head. “Gonna step out for some fresh air and a smoke. Keep me company?”

You grumble as Joel props himself upright on the couch and pulls his sweats back up. “‘S’cold outside,” you groan, watching him as he stands and slips on a shirt from where it was strewn onto the back of a chair. 

Joel studies you where you lie, your dress a flimsy accordion with the top and bottom convening at your torso, leaving Joel’s favorite bits on display. And as much as you assume it probably pains him to have your body hidden from his view, he says, “You can wear my coat.”

Your eyes light up. “Yeah?”

Joel masks a grin and grabs the coat off the peg by the door, throwing it to you. You know this coat. You’ve worn it before. And although you don’t want to give yourself away by inhaling its scent too gratuitously, you don’t capture any hints of your perfume on the fabric in your covert sniffs. It’s been too long. 

You push yourself onto only moderately shaky legs and work yourself back into your dress properly before slipping your arms through the coat and zipping it around you. You feel a bit like a giant marshmallow in the padded utility jacket, but when you look back up at Joel, there’s a shimmer of something in his eyes, on his face. And something like a twitch in his mouth, like he wants to say something, but thinks better of it. 

You’re not sure you’ve ever seen Joel hold his tongue over anything, so it’s likely just a trick of the light, the lingering effects of your high. 

Joel’s eyes only tear from you to swipe up his smokes and lighter from the coffee table and step into a pair of slides before he’s leading you out the door. 

The cold is bitter, but Joel’s coat is warm enough. Your legs prick with the chill breeze as Joel sticks two cigarettes into his mouth and lights them both, handing one off to you. You rest on the railing with him side by side, taking reasonably synchronous puffs as you stare up at the moon, the stars. 

A couple screams at each other a few lots down, their voices only muted by the distance and the persistent, humming buzz of Joel’s porch light. 

“Right on cue,” Joel mumbles around his cig as he scratches his beard. “Kev can’t keep it in his fuckin’ pants for the life of ‘im.”

“Mmm. Sounds like someone I know.”

Joel’s sidelong glance is sprinkled with a sort of childlike mischievousness as the corners of his mouth lilt. “Maybe so. But I wouldn’t step out on my girl, though.”

His lingering gaze has the back of your neck growing hot. You hum in agreement as you take another drag, tapping the ash with fingers half-obscured by the length of Joel’s sleeves and watching as it falls to the gravel below. 

Joel flicks the ash of his own smoke against the railing to plop down next to yours, and exhales a cloud as he stares off in the direction of the feuding couple’s trailer. “When I got a girl, that’s all I need. And it’s been a rare blue moon that my girl ever went and got it somewhere else.”

He takes in a steady, clean breath and shrugs with his head before continuing. “And whenever they did, they came crawlin’ right back. Always come to find that their daddy lays the best pipe. Ain’t never seen one of my girls spread ‘em open for no one else after they stepped out the first time. Not ‘til after it was over.” 

Your focus catches on his lips as they wrap around his cigarette again, the barest concave of his cheeks as he sucks, the pout of him as he expels into the night air. And you ache to say something. You feel heavy with it. 

The opening chords of a melodic ballad fall upon your ears, and you both swivel your heads in the opposite direction of the screaming pair. Instead, you’re graced with a couple coming together in an embrace, slowly rocking to the music floating from their porch. 

A soft laugh escapes you as you watch them wistfully. “Now that is how a Valentine’s Day is supposed to end.”

Joel glances at you. He takes one last drag from his smoke and tamps it out on the wood before dropping it into a chipped mug on the railing, housing a dozen cigarette butts. He holds a hand out to you and tilts his head toward the pavement. 

You stare at his outstretched hand, and your mind trips over itself to unravel the intent behind it. “What are—”

“Dance with me.”

Your eyes snap up to his, and you’re met with an easy smile on a disheveled, glassy-eyed, gorgeous man. Braving the cold in sweats, a wrinkly and hole-riddled Henley, and slides on tube-socked feet. Asking you to dance while clad in his coat and your stilettos. 

You chew on your lip as you watch his fingers wiggle impatiently as your cigarette butt kisses Joel’s in the mug when you discard it. And then as your hand slides into his. 

“Atta girl,” he praises you softly, tugging you down the steps with him and onto the pavement. 

Joel isn’t fancy with it. He just pulls you close into him, wrapping his arms around your waist as you drape your head on his shoulder.  He sways the two of you from side to side following the beat of the music. Your heels scrape the asphalt, your nails scratch the back of his neck, and his hands dip below the hem of his coat to tease at the round of your ass over your dress. 

“Sure I ain’t said it enough, but you’re a goddamn knockout tonight,” he rumbles quietly into your ear, his fingers groping at the bottom curve of your cheeks to emphasize his point. 

And after your date flaked on you, after you got dolled up for him, got your hopes up for a nice night, and had your plans disintegrate between your fingers, just for Joel to swoop in and illuminate your sky with stars, those words spear right through your heart. 

And you know you should say something traditionally sweet back. Something like thank you or you too. But as those softer words rattle around your brain, you feel wetness trickling down your inner thigh, and you opt to whisper something more personalized. Something you know Joel would find sweetest of all to fall from your lips. “I can feel you dripping out of me.”

A groan vibrates up his chest and one hand slips between your bodies until you feel the cool press of his fingers at your cunt. 

“Fuck me, darlin’,” he breathes, bringing up two thick fingers for you to see, glistening opalescent in the moonlight. 

He doesn’t ask, you just drop your jaw and stick your tongue out for him, sucking your shared juices off his skin as your eyes lock. He pulls them free and replaces them with his mouth, tasting the two of you off your tongue. Joel’s hand nestles under your dress once more to cup your pussy. Not to slide inside, not to get you off. Just to hold you as close as he knows how. To catch where the two of you fall. 

He nuzzles your nose with his and tucks your face into his neck with his other hand as he sways with you. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Sugarplum.” 

You sigh into his neck and lay your hand over his beneath your dress. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, daddy.”

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Dinner

warnings:18+ | Pure smut l Fluff |

wc: 980

a/n: Send me more request im tryna pump these out as fast as possible. This is kind of inspired by a dream I had. Enjoy! And Let me know what you guys think. ;)

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You don’t hear him when he walks in, too busy dancing around your kitchen to a song playing on the radio in that just one of his oversized shirts, you knew he loved whenever you walked around with nothing but one of his shirts. But at the sound of him setting his keys and briefcase down on the counter, you turn and give him a pretty little smile.

“Hey, Im just making dinner.” You pop a dollop of cream into your mouth from the bowl you’re holding and beam at him stretching your arms out and about to hug him. “How was work?” 

“Hi baby,it was fine.” he grumbles in a tired voice. He can’t think straight enough to give a fuller answer, too busy staring at the way you look in his shirt “you know you’re in trouble right?”

You grow quiet as he watches you, sliding off his shoes before walking towards you. “what for?”

 “you’ve got some nerve, sweetheart. Wearing my favorite outfit, looking all cute while you cook for me” he says his fingers coming to grip your chin. 

You open your mouth to answer, having just enough time to squeak before his hand is palming the back of your head, and his lips come crashing down against yours.

He groans into your mouth, his hands carding down your sides touching the softest parts of you before pulling up the bottom of your shirt.  You release a soft gasp when he nudges you up to hop up on the counter; his hands pulling you to the edge of the counter pulling your body flush against his as he kisses you harder. His hands slide up from the swell of your hips until they cup your breasts, his fingers squeezing them like stress balls.  

“Prettiest tits,” he mumbles to himself.

You moan louder than you should, your fingers flexing around his shoulders as you come to bite at his neck lighlty. “Oh!”

You bury your face in his neck, rolling your hips over the hardness in his neatly pressed dress pants.

“Do you think you cum for me like this, sweetheart?” His lips move along your jaw, a distraction that makes your head fuzzy. His touch was so warm. you started to feel yourself getting heated and, and your thighs clench around him in anticipation—a delicious sort of ache tingling up your spine with a subtle thrust of his hips against yours.

“N-no not like this.”

“I think you can,” he coos, nosing at your neck, pressing another kiss and bite there. “Come on, be a good little girl and cum for me.”

Oh, god. You’re going to cum from this—maybe from the filth dripping from your husband’s tongue alone. 

“Mmm, fuck yes. You're my slutty little princess," he said as he bit into your neck. He caught the look on your face as  he sucked on your neck,knowing you were close to coming undone for him. "God, I love those delicious sounds you make,how needy you are for me baby" 

Your thighs are slippery. You can feel it every time he helps you roll your hips against him, and a sticky-hot heat swirls in your abdomen, moving all the way down to your curling toes. Your heart stutters in your chest to keep up with your rapid pants.

You’re going to…You’re really going to—

His fingers twist your nipple, and like a switch, your mouth falls open in a silent scream, and you’re shaking in his lap. He helps you move against him to ease you through it, whispering tiny praises through the fog of bliss.

“So good for me.” You hear a zipper coming undone as your head slowly clears. “You can be good for me a little longer, and try to give me another, right princess?”

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writing smut but laughing cause bitch there’s no way I could bend into that position be for real

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I've watched this show 3 times already I seriously need help!!! It is so good, like this is my hamilton lol

The Hazbin Hotel, a batshit crazy musical show, managed to completely WRECK ME with the last thing I ever expected to exist - a father daughter love ballad sang by none other than Jeremy Jordan

What do you mean "now you're the only thing worth fighting for"

What do you mean "I'll shelter and adore you more than anything"

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!

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The Hazbin Hotel, a batshit crazy musical show, managed to completely WRECK ME with the last thing I ever expected to exist - a father daughter love ballad sang by none other than Jeremy Jordan

What do you mean "now you're the only thing worth fighting for"

What do you mean "I'll shelter and adore you more than anything"

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!

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Helllooo! Just wanna say if you have any requests feel free to drop them… especially if they’re dark;)

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I’m having a hard time shutting the fuck up about the Jack Harlow

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A Loving Man

warnings:18+ | Dirty talk | oral | missionary l

wc: 980

a/n: I’m getting better at this I think. This is kind of inspired by my boyfriend like all of them are. Enjoy! And Let me know what you guys think. ;)

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“Babe?”

The man makes a noise of acknowledgement  but doesn’t turn to you, watching the tv from the floor while you lay on the couch.

You try again, whining. “Babeeee~”

He rolls his eyes at your pestering, finally turning to your face. “Yeah, baby?”

“Come rub my feet? They hurt so bad.”

With a huff, he gets up and sits next to you on the couch, pulling your feet into his lap, massaging them softly. “Sure thing, my love.” 

“Aw, look at you being sweet and taking care of your lady.” Teasing him, you sigh and sink into the feeling of your man’s fingers rubbing your feet and watching him silently.

He rolls his eyes at your words then turns his gaze back to the tv. As you watch him you're blown away by just how happy you are with him and how lucky you are to have such a man willing to deal with you.

“Whatcha lookin’ at me for, princess?” His voice snaps you back from your thoughts, realizing he caught you staring at him. 

You smile softly, blushing a little, before holding his gaze and replying. “You know I love you, right?

 He scoffs, shakes his head at the pure adoration on your face, and leans close to your face.

“You’re somethin’ else, ya know that,?” He flicks your forehead, resulting in you groaning from the mistreatment. But he quickly places a kiss on the spot when you’re done squirming from the pain. “I love you too, baby. Always.”

You grin at him. “Even when I’m whiny and demanding?”

 He lets out a loud laugh. “Yeah, even when you're whiny. My whiny, annoying, and demanding girl.”

“I said whiny, not annoying.”

“Whatever.” He says before leaning forward, getting in between your legs and placing a heated kiss to your lips. The two of you exchange lengthy kisses and slowly stripping from your clothes, long forgetting about your previous activities. 

He kisses your lips and hard, running his nose down your jaw. He presses a kiss to that spot right below your ear that makes your toes curl and your thighs tighten.His fingers reach down between your bodies and enters you and stretching your pussy slowly, sliding a second finger in while a hard thumb carves your clit in tight circles. 

Sooner than later, He slides down your body placing heated kisses on your soft skin on his way down. Spreading your legs, he whispers loving words that are drowned out as he kisses the skin of your soft plush thighs, his kisses soon followed by loving bites that make your guts knot.

You moan letting your head tip back as he leans in to lick a slow strip along your clit, your hand pushing his head into your already sopping wet pussy.  He groans as he revels in the way you pull him closer, your plush thighs encasing his head shaking, the taste of you exquisite on his tongue.

Your voice trails off into a high-pitched whine as he wraps his mouth around your clit and sucks, leaving you a shaking pile on the couch. Your boyfriend grins wide, lifting his head to watch as you peer down at him, your cheeks dark with color, truly the sweetest, most intoxicating sight. 

“ah… so pretty…” he muses, as he leans up to press two fingers into you, fucking you slow, savoring the way you gasp and clench down around him, tight, and then tighter, your knees pressing together as if you could somehow keep him there. 

“m-more… —”

“What do you want babygirl? Use your words.” 

“Please fuck me” You groan

“Whatever you want Princess” 

His fingers slide out you as one hand moves to hold your jaw keeping you in place while the other pins your hands together above your head. Both of you groan as your bodies meet, you loving the slight stretch that always comes from his cock and him loving the way your warm walls hug him tightly. His cock plunges in and out of you at a quick pace leaving you withering beneath him. 

Your happy cries get louder as the pleasure overtakes you, your eyes closing as you get lost in this ever welcome feeling. His grip on your jaw tightens.

“Keep your eyes on me baby” he demands. 

You whine at his demand. He likes to watch every emotion that crosses your face. He loves the way your nose scrunches up just a bit whenever he pushes his cock deeper between your folds. The whimpers you let out along with the tears forming on your waterline leave him yearning for you more and more by the second.

“You want to cum on my cock don’t you?”

You nod your head vigorously. Your brain feels clouded with thoughts of only him. 

“Please” you slur out

“Then keep those pretty eyes on me.”

Your eyes manage to meet his. Your nails dig into the palms of your hands. His cock stretches you out so perfectly. The way he feels inching into you, cock massaging your gummy walls leaves you feeling weak. Your legs tremble as his thrust picks up speed. 

“Please, Please, Please” you were begging for a release. 

“Go ahead doll, make a mess on my cock, just keep your eyes on me while you do it”

You both release a string of curses as you come undone together. He rests his forehead on yours,looking at you in wonder and you hum happily in compliance. 

“You know I love the hell outta you, right?” His deep voice sounds sweet to your ears. 

You grin, teasingly, “ You could love me more, by getting me a glass of water,my legs are to weak”

You shriek as he pinches your side before he hops up to get your water. Before leaving the room he says, “You're lucky I love you at all, brat”. 

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people really say “but they committed mass genocide” and expect you to fall to your knees and cry in despair. baby idgaf what they done, the dick still sliding down my throat

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#5

This man really do be living in my head rent free

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Kinktober: Day 4-Breath play

warnings: missionary | Dirty talk | breath play | a touch of praise and degradtion

wc: 964

a/n: I’m getting better at this I think. This is kind of inspired by my boyfriend like most of them are. Not beta read let me know if someone wants to be my beta reader, I'd love the help. Enjoy! And Let me know what you guys think. No character again so use your imagination, I'm taking character request as of now ;)

You’re finishing up your makeup on the bed when he comes in. You're dressed in a tight short club dress and black pumps, ready to go out with your friends for the night. 

“Hey,princess, where you going?,” your boyfriend asked as you finished up the wing of your eyeliner. 

“Just going out with my friends”, you say standing up and putting things away. After a few minutes you notice the silence coming from your boyfriend. You turn around only to find him staring at you with a lust filled look in his eyes. 

You giggle softly at his gaze,”why are you looking at me like that?”

“You look fucking delicous,” He says walking toward you and giving you a deep kiss. His arm curls around your waist and one hand cups your jaw as he kisses you. “I just want to eat you up babygirl.’

You let out a happy sigh leaning into him as his hands roam your body, giving you a nice squeeze here and there. “Thank you” 

“Your welcome baby, there's a problem though”, he says seriously as you look up at him in question. “You can't wear this”

“What? Why not?” you ask in alarm, turning to go look in the mirror.

He grabs your arm as you walk away, pulling you close to him as he lets out a short laugh. “You can't be looking this good and no expect me to want a taste”

He pushes you back against the bed as his lips attack the surface of your skin. You open your mouth to protest because you have to leave, but instead a soft moan comes out. He continues down the side of your neck sucking, kissing and biting lightly. 

“Please,” you moan, wanting more from him. You can feel his cock touching your bare thigh and it's making you need him.

“Shh babygirl, I’ve got you.” He whispers into your ear. He grips your hips tight and pulls you closer to him, him in between your legs your chest flush against his as he kisses you. 

“ please.” You gasped out again,body arching as he licks down the middle of the cleavage showing in your dress. He pulls the straps down to get a taste on your tits. He takes your tits into his mouth sucking on the nipple. Rolling the nipple in his mouth with his tongue.

“You want my cock baby,” he asks as he rubs his hands down your body cupping your tights and touching your dripping wet pussy. 

You nod as you get lost in the feeling of his hands.He shakes his head and brings his finger to your lips opening them. 

“Use your words sweetheart,” he says, rubbing a finger over your lips. 

“Yes sir please,” you whimper, opening your legs for him. 

“That’s a good girl.” He looks at your spread legs waiting for him. 

He slowly ran one hand up your leg, starting at the ankle and pushing your dress up to the hips. He repeats this with his other hand, then slowly brings both hands up your body, over your stomach,until they both end up around your neck. He closes both hands around your neck, squeezing lightly. Not too tightly, yet. You gasp and bring your hands up to hold his wrist grounding yourself in the moment, in the feeling of it. 

He kisses you hard, biting your lip; getting a little rough with you. You grabbed the back of his neck to pull him closer, but as soon as your hands touched him, they were gone. Your man held both of your wrists in one hand and pinned them to the bed over your head.

“Don’t move unless I say you can. Keep them there for me so I can ruin my pretty baby. Understand me?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. Look at you, all laid out for me. I can do whatever I please with you. Look how wet you are for me babygirl, you’re practically dripping, making a mess.” 

“Please.” you moaned you couldn't take it anymore you needed him now and deep. 

“Shh, just relax, I know what you need.” His hand closed around your throat again, this time much harder. His other hand grabbed your hip, pressing them firm against the bed.

“I’m going to fuck you, and show you what will happen everytime  when you look as good as you do right now .” He says groaning as he slips in, one hand pressing your hips into the bed, the other tight around your throat.

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132 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

#3

Kinktober 1-Dirty talk

Kinktober: Day 1

warnings: | Dirty talk | 

wc: 964

a/n: I’m getting better at this I think. This is kind of inspired by my boyfriend like most of them are. Not beta read let me know if someone wants to be my beta reader, I'd love the help. Enjoy! And Let me know what you guys think. No character so use your imagination but if you need some help check the tags.

“Play with me ’’, you whine from the bed. You're trying to get his attention, sitting in bed in his shirt and just your panties, just wanting him bad.  

“Fine,C'mere brat'', his voice calls to you,pushing his chair back and opening his arms to hug you, putting the controller to the side. “come sit baby”

You climb onto his lap,nestling your legs between his spread ones, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist,as his rough hands travel from your knees up your thighs, caressing your skin softly.  Your shirt rides up to your hips, as his fingertips travel upwards and upwards, under your shirt and you resist the urge to grind yourself against him.

“Is that all my needy girl wants?.” He questions picking the controller back up. 

“No, more.” You reply, slightly kissing his neck and nudging down on him. You’re almost content with just being that close to him, but closer is always better. In an attempt to get even closer to him, you  slide your hands under his shirt resting your hands on his lower stomach. Trying to get him to give you what you want. 

He keeps one hand on your back and keeps playing his game. Giving grunts of frustration that have you clenching your thighs. It's almost too much the feeling of his hands against your back, gripping it slightly. You can feel his hard cock rubbing on your panties.The only thing separating the two of you is his sweats and your panties.  But it’s not enough, and you continue moving your hands down until you reach the edge of his sweats.

That gets his attention quickly, and his arms tighten around you as he turns his head. “What are you doing,baby?”

You mumble against his neck. “Need you.” He doesn’t stop you, letting you pull his pants down a little and take his cock out. 

He shuffles around slightly, helping you get easier access, and you move your  panties  to the side before sinking down onto his cock. It instantly makes you feel warm and full. The stretch of having him inside you was one of your favorite feelings. You muffle the moan you needed to let out against his neck, expressing your emotions before kissing his skin.

“So needy and naughty, baby. I knew having my cock inside your pretty pussy would shut you up” He coos against your ear, although he’s the one holding you closer to his body. “I need you to stay still so I can finish this,princess” 

You nod along. You stayed quiet as your fingers raked through his hair, as you snuggled close to him. Though you're already struggling to stay still, all you want is to move and have him sliding in and out of you. You want him to fuck you already. He plays his game and you soon discover it takes every ounce of your willpower to stay still. Every time he dies or something good happens he jumps a little and you can't hold in your noises as he moves deeper inside you each time. 

“Baby,” he rumbled right in your ear, “I'm gonna lose if you keep making those sweet sounds that make me want to put a baby in you. Now be a good girl and sit still.,” he kisses your neck softly before he continues playing and it starts to become too much for you. 

“Please…. can I just move?” you beg as  tried your best to stay still, but couldn’t fight the way your walls clenched down around him at his words, “or just, touch myself? please?”

You looked down, past his arms wrapped around you, below where his hands were clasping his controller, to where he had stuffed you full, and you swore, even in the low light, you saw your glistening clit throb.

“Nope. Needy girls don't get to touch what's mine”

“But-“

“You were the little slut who wanted my attention, so you have to wait till I'm finished. And if your good for me ill fuck you, baby,” you felt his lips, teeth and tongue on your neck, “I promise”

170 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

#2

It’s 10 am and i’m already being a whore

208 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

kinktober Day -Breeding

warnings: missionary | Dirty talk | Breeding | a touch of praise and degration

wc: 980

a/n: Might be a new favorite.Enjoy! And Let me know what you guys think. No character again so use your imagination but if you need some help check the tags. ;)

it all started a month ago.  When your loving fiance asked you if you were ready to have a baby with him. Stating his baby fever hit an all time high and you guys were ready. You answered agreeing with him, ready to have a little boy or girl running around. the idea had crossed your mind over the years, while you were not married yet, you were gonna be and you guys had been together for years already. 

All month he talked about it,bringing it up every time the two of you saw a baby. All of that leading up to now,his hands under your shirt rubbing your stomach in soothing circles. It was a typical Saturday night for the two of you just simple tv watching in bed, when he asked the question. 

“Canfuwetrynmysnow?” his muffled voice asked, it was late and his faced was buried into your stomach with his hands still rubbing. 

“I have no idea what you just said babe” you giggled,looking at your fiance as your hands started to caress his face on your stomach. He sighed happily before repeating himself 

“Can we try for a baby now please?”

Your eyes widened and you looked at him in disbelief.  “Why?” 

“I think we're ready and I want you to have my babies” he mumbles into your stomach, his nose rubbing against the valley of your clothed breast.

“Okay,” 

“Okay?” he shoots up with a look of disbelief on his face. 

“ You can knock me up, I'd be happy to have your babies.” You smile at him,having already thought this through.  You grabbed his hand and put it on your stomach. “Fill me up” 

He stared at you for a second before his face broke out in a wide smile. He placed his lips on your neck, giving you soft kisses before he began to suck and bite roughly,leaving marks for you to admire tomorrow. Snaking one hand down he rubbed your pussy. his fingers collect all the wetness that had formed on your entrance, due to his prior teasing, and bring them to your clit..Soon his fingers changed pace, starting to rub your throbbing clit faster. You whimpered, your hips pushing into his hand wanting him inside you already. 

“so fucking wet,” Hewhispers lowly into your ear, a slight hint of pride in his voice. Knowing that he could get you this riled up with just touching your soft body, made his cock throb in his sweats. 

“Fuck, please, fuck me.” You begged. 

“Does my pretty slut want my dick already?” he asked, nipping lightly at your neck.

You nod your head vigorously, letting him know how bad you wanted him. He smiled at you, almost laughing at how quickly he could turn you into putty in his hands. He grabs his hard cock out of his sweats,already leaking with precum from touching you. He then positions himself at your opening. you‘re so wet for him,  but even then you still squeeze around his dick when he pushes into your warm cunt, only getting tighter the more he continues.

“F-fuck, your so big”you whimper as he fills you up and stretches you out. The slight sting that you feel hurts a little, but it’s a good kind of pain. one that you always enjoy.

“Yeah? God im gonna fuck you so full of my cum baby. Tell me how bad you want it.”

“I want it so bad, I want to make you daddy, i want your babies,” you can hardly think with him inside of you, it just feels so fucking good already. You close your eyes and just enjoy the way his length fills you up so nicely. He grabs your hips and starts slamming into you,burying himself deeper into your dripping cunt, his breathing shallow and moans quiet. He moans loving the way your pussy sucks him in, and as he gets louder you getting wetter. You just love hearing your man be just as lost in you as you are in him. 

he brings the hand that’s holding your hip to your jaw, hooks it into your open mouth as his middle and ring finger press down on your tongue, saliva pooling around your lips and dripping down your chin.

“s-so close,. oh my god,” your breath hitches, as you moan out and a little bit of tears leak from eyes. 

“me too, baby. gonna fill you up with my cum, just like we want”

A few more thrust of your hips has you cumming all over him, white hot pleasure spreads throughout your entire body. Soon after his thrusts become erratic as he gets closer to his climax. He groans only being able to give a few more hard thrusts before he came too, filling your cunt to the brim with his cum and pressing his cock into you as much as he could. 

“You did so good for me,” he says, kissing your forehead lightly. Both of you take a  second to breathe before moving. He moves out from between your legs and lays next to you. Reaching out an arm and pulling your bodies close. 

 “I can't wait for you to be pregnant, starting our little family.” He says placing a kiss on your lips.  

Curling into his chest, exhausted you respond, “I can't wait either.”

237 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

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Method Acting

“Hey baby,” you stepped out of the hotel bathroom, using one of the many towels offered to dry your sopping wet hair. How come hotel towels always seemed fluffier than the ones at home? “Do you wanna watch a mov- what are you doing?” Your voice rose in pitch as you noticed your phone in your boyfriend’s hand, his eyes wide and a grin plastered on his face like a schoolboy who’d just found his dad’s stash of Playboy magazines.

“You, my love, are a filthy little girl,” he tutted at you, shaking his head.

“Are you on my tumblr? You’re on my fucking tumblr! Gimme that!” You tried to snatch your phone out of his hand but he reacted quickly, rolling across the bed and holding it out of your reach.

“Steve,” you whined, face flushing out of embarrassment.

“Some of this stuff is actually really good,” he hummed appreciatively, now standing and holding your phone just above how high you could jump as he continued reading.

“Gimme! That!” you huffed out, trying to climb his body like a tree to retrieve the offending device and cursing your parents for your small stature.

“Oh this is good,” he cackled. “Listen, ‘His hot breath ghosted over my center and my back arched involuntarily, yearning, aching for-”

“Yes, okay, you found my deep dark secret, Y/N reads porn, good for you!” He pulled you against his body, smushing your cheek against his broad chest, and you sighed. “Why must you torture me in this way, Steven?”

He ran his fingers through your hair, that cheeky grin never leaving his face as he pulled you impossibly closer, effectively muffling your protests with the fabric of his shirt. “Shush,” he instructed, “I’m learning my lines.”

[myliteralhyperfixations19]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV), Hawaii Five-0 (2010) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley/Original Character(s), Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)/Original Female Character(s), Athena Grant/Bobby Nash, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson/Karen Wilson, Maddie Buckley/Howie "Chimney" Han Additional Tags: Not Canon Compliant, Not Beta Read, a little fever dream writing Summary:

Olivia is bucks best friend from childhood. Olivia's in love with buck. But Olivia is really attracted to Bucks new best friend, Eddie. Buck loves Olivia but he also loves Eddie. Eddie has just come to terms with the fact that he also likes men, now he has to grapple with the possibility of being in love with two people. Will these three figure it out or will their relationships with each other go up in flames?

[myliteralhyperfixations19]

Kinktober: Day 6- Morning sex

warnings: | Dirty talk | breath play | a touch of praise and degration

wc: 900

a/n: Enjoy! And Let me know what you guys think. Thank you so much to the ones who sent me characters to do. This one was a little hard to do but at least I'm familiar with our sweet reiner.

The sun had just risen streaming through the window.The early morning light cascaded over you and Reiner, casting shadows over your bodies.Reiner wakes up with you in his arms, one leg wrapped around him and an arm thrown over his chest. He kissed your head softly,not wanting to wake you just yet. He rubs a hand over your body lightly. Smiling at the fact that you once again fell asleep wearing just his shirt. He loved seeing in his clothes, he feels just a little possessive over you sometimes and you wearing his clothes really shows him that you are his and his alone. 

“Rei '' you mumbled softly just a whisper of air touching his chest. He grunted in response waiting for you to say something. He noticed after a few seconds that you were asleep because he could hear your snores. His heart swelled in his chest because even in your sleep you were calling for him. It took everything in him not to wake you and bury his mouth against your soft sweet skin. Instead he just rubbed his hands up your shirt touching your bare body. You groaned and rolled out of his arms. 

“Princess?” he whispered, pushing your hair out of your face.

You mumbled something as you were close to waking. You moved around getting settled and as you moved your shirt lifted showing him your curves leaving him mesmerized. 

He stared at your body like it was the first time he had ever seen it. Finally, unable to control his growing urges,he rolled over you and gently pried your thighs apart, making sure not to wake you in his haste, having a desire to feel the wetness there. He wanted, no needed, you on his tongue now.

He looks at you one last time taking in your sleeping form. Then with a smirk on his lips he slowly sipes a tongue across your pussy. He gets lost in the taste of you. sweet on his tongue and already slightly wet. you must’ve been having a good dream.

It takes you a moment, slowly stirring from your sleep, grasping at the sheets around your head while Reiner laps up your taste. As he gets faster and his hands press harder into your hips. The intense contact gives you a rush of heat, a whimper leaving your lips as you finally come to. Your chest is heaving,as your eyes open wide staring down at your husband. 

“W-wow ” you gasp out between heavy pants, a cry coming out at the end when he hits you in your sensitive place.  

His beard tickles your thighs as he moves to press a chaste kiss on your lips, letting you get a small taste of yourself. He smirks before going right back into your sweet cunt. Reiner rubs small circles on the nub, loud naughty moans leaving you.

“fuck,” you cry as the pressure grows, a pulsing inside daring to break free.

His thumb rubs against your wet pussy and it has him ready to fuck you. His hand reached into his boxers to pull his cock out and press it against your clit, which was still sensitive from all of the attention he had given it. Reiner groaned at the first press into your warm, wet heat, and looked up to see your eyes close and roll back into your head and lips drop open in a moan. 

“God, baby,” he grunted out. “you’re so tight”’

You clench around him making his thrusts stutter and his fingers digging into your hips as he fucks into you. He leans forward biting and nipping at your neck and chest,leaving hikes and marks that you will admire later. He couldn’t help pushing you into the mattress, his thick cock plunging deeper into you. He watched as he slid in and out of you, unable to look away from watching himself get buried into you. 

He amped up his pace, his slow, lazy thrusts quickening as he felt his end nearing all too soon. 

“Fuck baby, your pussy feels amazing,” he whispers into your ear as he gets closer to his release. Your panting and the sound of skin slapping against skin was the only sound heard as you both neared the end.

“Reiner, please, please.” You whimpered, your hands gripping onto his shoulders. As your back arched,in pleasure, your mind going numb as you reached your end. As he watched you come undone on his cock and the look in your eyes and the way you called for him really pushed him over the edge. 

He breathed out harshly, his voice wavering into a grunt as he came deep in you.. He laid himself down next to you as you both panted  from the release. Then you just started smiling,loving your husband a little more every morning. 

“What’s got you so smiley?” He asked, turning to look at you.

“Besides the great sex we just had, Your just the best husband ever” 

“I know baby”.