whinyangel

[whinyangel]

rafe

who tf is white talkin abt raceplay?

[whinyangel]

OMG TAKE IT OUTTTTT IT HURTSSSS😩😩😩😩

[whinyangel]

does Drew ever rest??!! like baby pls close your eyes for a minute

[whinyangel]

Mutt

tfw your boyfriend is also your biggest bully

JJ wasn't a bad boyfriend, not necessarily. he just had his quirks. Possessive? Absolutely. He sat so casually with an arm around your neck you barely even blinked at the feeling of him tightening his hold around you.

He played too much--shoving your face into his armpit until you came out gasping and sweating. Standing idle was a dangerous game with him because he'd find a way to put you in a full nelson, he might even wrestle you to the ground until you were crying and frustrated with the fact he wouldn't let go.

Aggressive? Well you just like to think he's passionate. It's not just you he does it with, it's everyone. Nobody can ever say JJ doesn't have heart, in fact you think his heart occupies the space where his brain should be. It pumps through his veins and fires all his synapses to the point he's always in trouble.

Like now. A hangout can never just be a hangout. You chalk it up to this not being his normal spot, he just doesn't understand the culture cultivated here. This isn't the boneyard, this isn't his house. It's a shitty bar with no name packed tight with drifters and bikers and punks all tracing a familiar path along the premises. The corner booth has a groove you swear you've molded yourself since you've been coming here underage. You think you've paid your tab once. The local band has at least 3 songs about you being kind of a cunt.

In short, this is your territory. That's probably why JJ decides to piss all over it.

Nobody can get too close, the second they do he's there with a tight smile and a death grip on your shoulder. You can see the regulars eyeing him suspiciously, you can see JJ getting antsy.

The whole place is a powderkeg just waiting to go off.

"One fucking night. I just want one fucking night where you keep it cool do you understand me?" You had pulled him off to the side, a death grip on his face as you bring him down to your level.

JJ just smiles that mean smile, eyes already read and darting around, "I'll be a good boy. Scout's honor."

When you let him go, your nails have indented on his cheeks. For once you've marked him and it feels good. And for once you can tell he's trying to behave--he gets you drinks, requests your favorite songs and doesn't pitch a fit when you whoop his ass in pool. There's a tentative ease that you hope stays.

Semms you never get what you ask for, because on your way back from the bathroom, you see an ex fling make their way to you.

Idiot. You try to show your disinterest. You snarl and roll your eyes but all of a sudden his arm is over you and its over. No less than a millisecond later you hear a sickening crack and he's on the floor, bruise already blooming on his cheek bone and it's over.

A beer bottle whizzes past you, all you hear is JJ cursing and yelling coupled with the sounds of fists meeting flesh. Chaos erupts, and the whole bar has turned into a gauntlet in the blink of an eye.

And this motherfucker is laughing. Honest to god laughing as he snatches you up and out the back door as you punch and curse at him yourself.

"Have you lost your rabbit ass mind? I asked for one fuckin night but you're so goddamn evil you have to ruin everything for me!"

JJ shrugs, "I know."

"...You know? What the fuck is your problem?"

He stares for a bit, backing you up onto the side of the building until you're completely shadowed, finds his way to tucking his face into your neck and sniffs, "You smell like him when you come home."

You freeze, "JJ what are you talkin about I haven't done shit with him."

"i know, but he's around. He's too close." He sinks his teeth into your neck, feeling your pulse speed up under his tongue before he pulls back to grab your face in a cruel imitation of your earlier actions, "I got you. You're mine."

The chaos seems to quiet around you, the music and fighting and yelling all disappear when he kisses you this time. Slow and sweet like his teeth arent puncturing the delicate flesh of your lower lip. But you taste all of him, the bleeding of his heart being spit down your throat and in your belly where you feel it burn and bloom back into your chest. When he pulls away the string of saliva can only be disconnected when he licks it clean, and you wish you got it first.

"You're mine," JJ reiterates, dropping to his knees and pushing you tight against the wall, "and it's gonna stay that way."

It can't be right here, just because you're in the shadows doesn't mean you can't be seen. All it'll take is one open door or the highbeams of a truck to put you on display but he doesn't care, he's ravenous he disappears under your skirt to tongue and your clit through the mesh of your panties.

The grip he has on your thighs keeps you trapped, the bite of his rings warming from how hot your flesh is in the muggy air. JJ tugs your panties to the side with his teeth, nipping and tugging at your sensitive lips and clit until you're panting and squirming in his hold. Each stroke of his tongue makes your breath hitch, it's like he's digging at the root of your core when he licks a stripe from your hole to the very tip of your swollen nub. You don't even think he's getting any air.

"Shit, JJ slow down! You need to breathe." You tangle your hands in his hair to wrench him back, only to be met with his hungry gaze--face wet, cheeks flushes with a predatory grin as he tongue trails across his lips to get another taste.

"Don't be like that c'mon," he turns his head and kisses your wrist, then leans forward to kiss your knee, smattering then up to the crease of your thigh, "if I die, I'll die happy." He presses one more kiss to your cunt, deep and slow so he can lick you from to to bottom before you feel his fingers.

There's no starting slow, on instinct he crooks his fingers up with enough pressure you shove your own palm against your mouth.

"There you go, almost there just a little more." He uses his opposite hand to spread you open and he almost looks enthralled by how you swallow up his fingers, each movement causing you to puddle in his palm, "Ain't nobody out here but us, just cum."

The relentless pressure causes you to break with a loud keen muffled into your hand, and he fucks you through it with his fingers knuckle deep and his mouth on your clit just to feel it throb between his lips.

JJ doesn't stop, not until he's wrung three orgasms out of you and soaked the front of his shirt. You have to physically hit him to get him to stop.

"You just never know when to fuckin quit." you pant weakly as he fixes you up, "you're lucky nobody saw us or I'd kick your ass."

He grins again, the same predatory smile from earlier as he wipes his face dry, "Oh nah, someone definitely saw us, hella people walked past."

"JJ what the fuck!"

Laughing, he leans next to you and lights a joint, "You'll get over it."

[whinyangel]

Strawberry Sweet

Captain Price comes home to the love of his life.

cw: incest la vie! or whatever ethel cain said

John Price was dog tired, dragging himself up the steps of the large country house felt like the hardest mission of all. In all honesty he could have just collapsed on the porch and stayed there for a couple days.

But the sweet smell wafting from the house carried him in: strawberries, vanilla, fluffy buttercream. The heat radiated from the second he opened the door and there you were–all round curves and plush thighs as you floated through the kitchen. His little cub wrapped in fuzzy pink pajama pants and a top that stopped a few inches above your belly button.

Your nose scrunched like you could smell him walk in, and you probably did all that smoke and musk cutting through the strawberry bubble you created. When you turned- wide eyed with a frosting covered finger in your mouth like you’ve been caught– you squealed, “Daddy!”

He had all of 3 seconds to drop bis bag before you were launching yourself into his arms, smothering sticky kisses across his face with no care to the fatigue overtaking him, “Glad to see you too lovie, now please give your old man a chance to sit down.”

“Oh! Sorry.” You sheepishly slide down, and even through his clothes he can feel your soft curves against him, this time you do give him a really big sniff, “Daddy you stink, go shower.”

“Aw c’mon–”

“Shower!” You shove a cupcake in his mouth, still warm from the oven and send him towards his bedroom, “you get more treats after you’re clean!”

Price sighed, you were a spoiled little thing, a product of a one night stand that he doted on from the moment your mother dropped you off on his doorstep in your bassinet. There was no need for a paternity test, you looked just like him if he were brown skinned and curly haired. Had his temper too. Maybe that's why he indulged you, to keep the bear cub happy and pliant lest she lay waste to the house.

That’s why he showered with a cupcake hanging from his mouth.

When he came out, appropriately clean and cozied in pajamas you directed him to his chair, placing a steaming hot roast on his tray with a kiss on the cheek, “I know you’re hungry!”

His eyes roamed over you, lingering at the pretty pink belly button ring dangling from your navel, “Ravenous. Come sit with the old man.”

You played at contemplating before agreeing, “Alright, if it’ll make you happy.” You settle in, turning the tv to whatever girly movie you were watching prior, Price didn’t care. He was just happy to be home with his girl, warm food in his belly and some peace and quiet.

The meal is taken quietly, ever so often he spoons some mashed potatoes or pot roast in your mouth, blood pumping as your lips shone with the savory gravy. Nothing made him happier than watching you eat, knowing he could provide you with the comforts that led you to developing your full figure. No skipped meals, no half portions. You can indulge in whatever you want.

“How’s bout some dessert now petal, sound good?” he kisses your neck, nipping at your jaw to make you giggle, “where’s that treat you promised.”

You squirmed and fought your way out of his hold, going to the kitchen island to bring out two perfectly iced cupcakes, topped with a fluffy pink frosting

“One for you and one for me!” You took a bite, making a soft noise of pleasure as the flavour hit your tongue. Price followed suit, eyes fluttering shut as he sank against the recliner, feeling the last bit of tension leave his body as he scarfed down the sweet.

Who needed a housewife when he had you? You cooked, you cleaned.

You fucked him good after a campaign.

He could already feel you wiggling, trying to get his growing hard on where you needed it, “Easy girl, daddy’s tired.” Price rubbed his thumbs across your hips in a soothing motion, but you just whimpered.

“But I’ve been waiting all day.” He chanced opening an eye to see you staring, eyes welling with tears and your plump bottom lip jutting out. He knew he was seconds away from a meltdown.

“Shh, shh, shh none of that c’mere.”

You tucked in close, letting him rub your back in soothing patterns. It did little to help, you kept your hand tucked tight between your legs to alleviate some of the building pressure and he could feel your hard nipples practically tearing holes through your paper thin shirt.

Price sighed, “Alright, lemme see lovie c’mon, shirt up.” 

Obeying, you bit you lip as you exposed yourself. Brown nipples puffy and hard, the pretty pink jewels twinkling in them.

“Oh lovie, I’m sorry, you need a kiss don’t you?”

Slowly, you nod, shivering in anticipation as he dips his head, capturing a hardened bud with his teeth to make you gasp. You’ve been more sensitive since you’ve got them pierced, only soothed by your fathers expert tongue. 

His warm, wet tongue circled your areolas, teasing to the point of frustration as you humped your hand.

“Bed! Please daddy take me to bed.”

With a grunt Price scooped you up, carrying you to your room with ease as he deposited you in your mess of fluffy pink sheets.

There was no blood left in his head, completely forced below his waist by the powdery sweet smell of your skin, all strawberry syrup and whipped cream. 

He’s in such a rush pulling your bottoms off that he scratches you, raising welts on your delicate skin, “I’m so sorry love, daddy didn’t mean to hurt you-” all apologies die on his tongue when he finally pries your thick thighs apart, and he sees the real feast.

The chubby lips of your cunt were sticky wet, clit pushed past its brown hood to expose the delicate pink sweetness of your pearl, pretty diamond crowning the top of your vulva like a crown.

“This new petal?” His rough fingers softly pass over it, causing you to shiver.

You nod, “Got it before you left, as a surprise.”

If he was dizzy before, he might as well be hung upside down now. His eyes were everywhere–your soft face, lips dewy from kisses. Your full breasts already blooming with bruises. Your chubby waist. Your twitching cunt.

Fuck. How’d he get so lucky?

Price leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to the gem, “i love it,” He presses a kiss to your clit, “I love you.”

Then he feasts. Pressing his tongue as far deep into you as he can, tonguing out your juices so they flow right down his throat. You turn wild above him, body singing as pleasure pules through you, babbling and moaning when he sucks your swollen bud into his mouth just to feel it throb.

“OH! Oh my god, daddy I’m gonna cum” He doubles his efforts, pushing your legs back to your chest so he can rim your puffy asshole. He needs all of you, needs to taste everything you can give as he pushes further into your tight furl.

“I know it’s a lot, but you gotta give it to me sweetheart, I want my baby’s cum.” Harsh, smacking kisses are placed to your cunt and you let go, cream streaming out your hole and into his mouth as he drinks you up greedily, “That’s what I fuckin missed.”

You’re still twitching when he gets on top of you, cum in his beard when he kisses you.

“I know it’s been a while lovie, but you gotta let me in, relax, just let me get the tip in.” Jesus he’s thick, as thick as your wrist when he pries you open when the blunt head of his cock. It’s like the first time all over again. It feels like that often because he’s just heavy, So damn thick you feel like he’s splitting you open and digging past your guts and into your lungs until he’s fully seated at the base, your fat lips barely cushioning his pelvis. Shakily, you reached down to press manicured fingers against your clit, swirling in measured circles to ease the discomfort.

“Nice and slow, cmon.” Price pulls back, halfway out so you can adjust to him. Already he’s covered in you, pushing out more and more cream with each thrust as he covers you with his big, burly form.

You don’t think anyone could ever make you feel as small as he does, the ease in which he maneuvers and picks up your plump figure, you’d never once think you were anything else than a babydoll in his arms.

And he treated you as such.

Each thrust of his hips bounced yours off the bed, his chin resting on the top of your head as you buried your face is his furry chest, tonguing at his dark, flat nipple for comfort.

“There you go love, take what you need while daddy uses this pretty cunt.” 

The plap plap plap of his heavy balls against your ass is deafening. The whole room filled with the sounds of your father decimating your wet pussy–his loud grunts mixing with your pitiful squeal, “Daddy my stomach, oh my god I’m gonna throw up!” 

If he heard you over the blood rushing in his ears he doesn’t say anything, instead he tangles his hands in the hair at the nape of your neck to pull your gaze back to his–watery, glazed, trusting.

Just like the day he picked you up on his doorstep.

With sloppy, hurried thrusts he presses his lips against yours and growls, “You’re the best thing I’ve ever done.”

Eyes screwing shut, you cum around him, choking his cock so hard he can barely move, instead relegated to short sloppy ruts. But it’s just as fine, because he’s deep enough that he can cum right against your cervix in sweet, hot bursts.

Price collapses on top of you, wheezing. His big body restricting your lungs.

“Daddy…can’t breathe.”

With a grunt he turns you both to the side, staying inside you to prevent any more of his cum from coming out.

“Mmm…feels good to be home.”

You don’t reply, already snoring softly with your cheek smushed against his bicep.

[whinyangel]

“Double-crosser!”

[whinyangel]

family bbq {joel miller}

hope you angels enjoy!!

your backyard was buzzing. string lights hung, dad music playing low from the speakers, laughter filled people’s lungs, the smell of smoke from the barbecue filled the air. the scenery was beautiful, heartwarming, but the thing that caught your eye, kept getting your attention, was no one other than Joel.

he’d been in the family since you could remember. always reaching out his hand to help your parents in any way. you would reminisce on the times he would babysit you—the things you could remember at that. you were over at his place since you were two and you never really grew out of it. even still, you’d beg to stay the night or even just hangout with him.

“why would you wanna hang out with an old man like me, huh?” you’d twirl you hair and look down as you kicked the rocks out from underneath you, causing a little whirlwind of dirt to spiral. “i don’t know….i like you. you’re cool.”

and there was truth to that. you did like him. just maybe in a more “grown up” way.

“been getting around there joe?” your uncle spoke out. he always teased joel with things like this. mainly bc your uncle was a ladies man before he met your auntie. and so was joel, sorta. he took a long swig of his beer, licking the remainder off of his lips—god you wanted to kiss them. he chuckles, shaking his head, “mm-mm no. no. been pretty busy lately. haven’t had time.” there was the lie. he was never really busy unless he was out in the yard, fixing his truck, or helping your dad with god knows what. “uh oh! there it is! you’re lying and I can see right through it!” your uncle throws his head back as he laughs. your auntie slaps him across his arm. “don’t be mean now. joel is a nice man. I’m sure he really is busy.” that was a lie too. she knew it, just wanted to make him feel less embarrassed.

you couldn’t help but overhear the conversation. you watched as joel took another sip of his beer, smiling sheepishly to himself before returning back to that resting face he always has on. he looks around, catching you staring at him. he whispers a soft little “hi” before getting up from his seat.

“your uncle is really something, hm?” you giggle as Joel sits down next to you. he smells like bbq smoke and cigarettes. “yeah, he is. he’s always been like that. don’t pay him any mind.” he shakes his head chucking before he nods in agreement. “yeah but he’s right. getting too old to not be doing anything. wish i was still young and active like you.” you blushed at the compliment and decided to return one. “you’re not old! you don’t look a day over 30.” he laughs. a real, deep, belly laugh. “t-thanks kiddo. i needed that. guess the greys in the beard is the new normal.” he glides his hand across his beard, stroking it like a mad man who was thinking of his next hideous plan. you couldn’t help but imagine the way it would feel between your fingers, between the creases of your neck as he leaves hickeys against your skin, on your cheek as he gives you the sweetest kisses, and between your thighs as he eats you out like a starved man.

you shift in your seat as your mind wonders and out of nowhere, that courage of yours builds up in your throat and you couldn’t stop yourself from the words about to come out of your mouth and what they might lead to. “can-can we go somewhere else and talk in private? i think the smell of the grill is sticking to my hair.” he nods and takes your hand for you to stand up. you guide him through the sliding back door and into your bedroom.

“it’s much different than i remember…besides the stuffed animals. you redecorated?” he was always so observant and it made you wonder if he knew about the little act you had been putting on. “im not ten anymore you know. things have changed. i’ve changed.” he’s looking at you now, hands on his hips as he smiles a little. “yeah, kiddo i can tell. you’ve grown into a beautiful young woman.” he sits in the edge of the bed next to you, so close that your breath hitches as you try to remain normal.

“joe….i like you.” this causes him to laugh even harder than he did before. how many beers did he have?

“kid, you can’t be serious! i know you like me you’ve always have. you were always so happy to spend the night at my house!” his reaction made you a little uptight because that wasn’t what you meant. you didn’t mean it in that way. it frustrated you that he still saw you as a little girl and not someone with needs.

you stand up and walk over toward your dresser. “that’s not what i meant. i-“ you take a deep breath before you say it again. “i like you joel. like really, really like you.” you look at him through the mirror, analyzing his expressions for some sort of answer. he runs his finger through his hair before getting up. “oh…oh.” he says, stunned by the words that just came out of your mouth. now he understood what you meant and he realized he was in some deep shit.

“so that’s why you always want to hang out? wanna bring me some company?” you nod as you turn around, your back now leaning on the dresser, head down, unable to look at him. “kid. im an old man. i mean really, what is there to like about me?” you smiled to yourself as you think about all the things you’ve imagined him doing to you, all the road trips he’d take you on, all the old man knowledge he’d fill your mind with. he walks over to you, body so close to yours it makes you go weak in the knees. he cups your chin with his thumb and index finger, his fingers almost covering your whole face. “look at me sweetie.” slowly, your eyes trace over his belt, up to his navy button up shirt, to his beard, his lips, then his eyes. he looks at your lips and then back at you. “god sugar, i like you too.” he presses his lips against yours, kissing you so sweetly and gentle that you practically melt into his arms. you whimper against his lips, begging him to give you more.

he pressed his clothes knee against you clit under your dress. you whined into his mouth at the feeling. you felt him smirk against your lips. “dirty girl.” he said as he pushed his tongue down farther into your throat.

joel was skilled with his movements. from his kisses to the way his fingers traced all across your body. your moans and whines echo off the walls, making joel cover your mouth, his hand the size of your face. “shhh angel. don’t want your dad or anyone else over hearing us.” you pushed your head to the side, making him uncuff your mouth. “i don’t care. you feel so good and i need you so bad.” you grip into his broad shoulders, pulling him into you more and give him the sweetest kiss on the lips, his mustache tickling the top of your lip.

“shit kid. im getting close.” his breathing began to speed up and his thrust became sloppier. “please! please joel! please give it to me! i need it!” you begged and whined as he thrusted into you so hard that your body was bouncing off of the bed. your cries sent him right over the edge, making him pump a thick, sticky, and warm load into your pussy, your bedsheets being soaked in the process.

he kissed you sweetly before laying down next to you. you turn over to face him, stroking his beard. a soft smile appeared across his face as he kissed the palm of your hand.

“now can i stay over more?” you say giddily as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“anytime angel.” joel replied with a wink.

[whinyangel]

🤍🤍🤍🤍

[whinyangel]

Introducing Crashout!Reader

The one your mama warned you bout

Paired with Trailer Park JJ Maybank ( @starfxkrinc oc)

content warning: large age gaps and violence

Requests for this au OPEN/closed

Divider by my sexy baddie @starfxkrinc <3

She’s a firecracker. Loud music, Daisy Dukes, pink flip phones, ankle monitors. She’s the kind of girl who wears glitter body spray and a pistol in her waistband. She flirts like it’s a threat, and JJ lives for it. She’s young, mouthy, always smells like Victoria’s Secret body lotion, and doesn’t give a damn about being liked only about being wanted.

JJ’s obsessed. He tries to act like he’s just keeping an eye on her, like she’s just a kid he feels responsible for but his hands always end up somewhere they shouldn’t. She makes him feel dangerous again. She reminds him of who he was before life got heavy.

People stare when they’re together. He looks like her parole officer; she looks like she dared the devil to kiss her. They don’t care. They show up at gas stations together, her in cutoffs and bikini tops, him in dirty jeans and a ripped tee, and everyone knows something ain’t right but no one says a damn thing.

She rides him with her boots on. He calls her “hell on heels,” but lets her ride him slow in his truck while her muddy boots dig into the dash. She leans back, chewing her gum, tank top hitched up, like she’s in control of the whole damn world.

She keeps a pink knife tucked in her shorts. Not for protection just for show. JJ’s seen her pull it on a girl before, jealous and giggling. After that fight, he bent her over the hood of his truck, too turned on to wait. He tells her, “You’re trouble,” while pulling her panties to the side. She just moans, “You knew that.”

She teases him about his age constantly calls him “old man,” steals his reading glasses, asks if he needs a break after round one. But the moment he flips her onto her back and tells her to shut up with his hand around her throat, she turns to putty.

Her favorite thing to do is make him lose control. She’ll crawl into his lap at a cookout, whisper filthy things in his ear just to see him grit his teeth. Once, she sucked on a popsicle real slow while he was talking to someone and he had to excuse himself before he said something illegal.

She calls him Daddy when she’s drunk. Not because he asked. Just because she knows it makes his hands shake. First time she said it, he choked on his beer. Now he can’t stop thinking about it. Sometimes she does it soft “Daddy, can I have your last cigarette?” and sometimes she does it right in his ear while grinding on him in bed.

She brings chaos into his semi quiet life. She leaves lip gloss stains on his mirrors, steals his flannels, breaks one of his sunglasses and shrugs about it. But she also cleans up his kitchen in just her thong and a tank top, and JJ starts to think maybe this kind of mess is the kind he wants to keep.

She makes JJ feel young again. He’d long accepted that he was gonna die in that same beat-up trailer alone. But then she showed up fresh out of jail with a butterfly knife and a tramp stamp and now he’s driving around town like a 20-something with a new toy.

She makes pancakes in a thong while JJ just leans against the doorway, staring at the curve of her hips while she curses out the pan. She plays Shania Twain on her cracked pink phone while flipping bacon. He swears she’s going to kill him one day but what a way to go.

He gives her all his keys. To the bike. The truck. The trailer. It’s his quiet way of saying he’s hers even if they never say it out loud. She clips them onto her belt loop like jewelry, showing off to every other girl in the trailer park.

She sharpens her knife at the kitchen table while he rolls a joint. Sometimes they don’t talk for hours. Just sit in silence with that thick, swampy heat between them. Her legs on his lap. His fingers on her thigh. Two feral creatures who found each other in the ruins.

He’d kill anyone who calls her out of her name. Doesn’t matter who it is friend, cop, neighbor. JJ’s been in enough bar fights to know how to end one fast. One guy tried to get her number while she was wearing one of JJ’s shirts. He was unconscious in the gravel before he finished the sentence.

He still thinks he’s too old for her. But every time she kisses him with that lip gloss that tastes like Blue Raspberry and bad decisions, he forgets. She wraps her arms around his neck, whispering, “You’re mine, JJ,” and he believes it.

She tattoos his name on her hip. Small, script, dangerous. He almost cried when she showed him. Said it was “permanent like the damage you did to me.” He kissed it, then licked lower, then made her scream.

EDIT:ALSO PROOFREAD BY MOONY @starfxkrinc

[whinyangel]

willingly!

I’d get in his car so fast like KIDNAPPED LITERALLY

FUCKCKFKKCJCMCKCC

[whinyangel]

family bbq {joel miller}

hope you angels enjoy!!

your backyard was buzzing. string lights hung, dad music playing low from the speakers, laughter filled people’s lungs, the smell of smoke from the barbecue filled the air. the scenery was beautiful, heartwarming, but the thing that caught your eye, kept getting your attention, was no one other than Joel.

he’d been in the family since you could remember. always reaching out his hand to help your parents in any way. you would reminisce on the times he would babysit you—the things you could remember at that. you were over at his place since you were two and you never really grew out of it. even still, you’d beg to stay the night or even just hangout with him.

“why would you wanna hang out with an old man like me, huh?” you’d twirl you hair and look down as you kicked the rocks out from underneath you, causing a little whirlwind of dirt to spiral. “i don’t know….i like you. you’re cool.”

and there was truth to that. you did like him. just maybe in a more “grown up” way.

“been getting around there joe?” your uncle spoke out. he always teased joel with things like this. mainly bc your uncle was a ladies man before he met your auntie. and so was joel, sorta. he took a long swig of his beer, licking the remainder off of his lips—god you wanted to kiss them. he chuckles, shaking his head, “mm-mm no. no. been pretty busy lately. haven’t had time.” there was the lie. he was never really busy unless he was out in the yard, fixing his truck, or helping your dad with god knows what. “uh oh! there it is! you’re lying and I can see right through it!” your uncle throws his head back as he laughs. your auntie slaps him across his arm. “don’t be mean now. joel is a nice man. I’m sure he really is busy.” that was a lie too. she knew it, just wanted to make him feel less embarrassed.

you couldn’t help but overhear the conversation. you watched as joel took another sip of his beer, smiling sheepishly to himself before returning back to that resting face he always has on. he looks around, catching you staring at him. he whispers a soft little “hi” before getting up from his seat.

“your uncle is really something, hm?” you giggle as Joel sits down next to you. he smells like bbq smoke and cigarettes. “yeah, he is. he’s always been like that. don’t pay him any mind.” he shakes his head chucking before he nods in agreement. “yeah but he’s right. getting too old to not be doing anything. wish i was still young and active like you.” you blushed at the compliment and decided to return one. “you’re not old! you don’t look a day over 30.” he laughs. a real, deep, belly laugh. “t-thanks kiddo. i needed that. guess the greys in the beard is the new normal.” he glides his hand across his beard, stroking it like a mad man who was thinking of his next hideous plan. you couldn’t help but imagine the way it would feel between your fingers, between the creases of your neck as he leaves hickeys against your skin, on your cheek as he gives you the sweetest kisses, and between your thighs as he eats you out like a starved man.

you shift in your seat as your mind wonders and out of nowhere, that courage of yours builds up in your throat and you couldn’t stop yourself from the words about to come out of your mouth and what they might lead to. “can-can we go somewhere else and talk in private? i think the smell of the grill is sticking to my hair.” he nods and takes your hand for you to stand up. you guide him through the sliding back door and into your bedroom.

“it’s much different than i remember…besides the stuffed animals. you redecorated?” he was always so observant and it made you wonder if he knew about the little act you had been putting on. “im not ten anymore you know. things have changed. i’ve changed.” he’s looking at you now, hands on his hips as he smiles a little. “yeah, kiddo i can tell. you’ve grown into a beautiful young woman.” he sits in the edge of the bed next to you, so close that your breath hitches as you try to remain normal.

“joe….i like you.” this causes him to laugh even harder than he did before. how many beers did he have?

“kid, you can’t be serious! i know you like me you’ve always have. you were always so happy to spend the night at my house!” his reaction made you a little uptight because that wasn’t what you meant. you didn’t mean it in that way. it frustrated you that he still saw you as a little girl and not someone with needs.

you stand up and walk over toward your dresser. “that’s not what i meant. i-“ you take a deep breath before you say it again. “i like you joel. like really, really like you.” you look at him through the mirror, analyzing his expressions for some sort of answer. he runs his finger through his hair before getting up. “oh…oh.” he says, stunned by the words that just came out of your mouth. now he understood what you meant and he realized he was in some deep shit.

“so that’s why you always want to hang out? wanna bring me some company?” you nod as you turn around, your back now leaning on the dresser, head down, unable to look at him. “kid. im an old man. i mean really, what is there to like about me?” you smiled to yourself as you think about all the things you’ve imagined him doing to you, all the road trips he’d take you on, all the old man knowledge he’d fill your mind with. he walks over to you, body so close to yours it makes you go weak in the knees. he cups your chin with his thumb and index finger, his fingers almost covering your whole face. “look at me sweetie.” slowly, your eyes trace over his belt, up to his navy button up shirt, to his beard, his lips, then his eyes. he looks at your lips and then back at you. “god sugar, i like you too.” he presses his lips against yours, kissing you so sweetly and gentle that you practically melt into his arms. you whimper against his lips, begging him to give you more.

he pressed his clothes knee against you clit under your dress. you whined into his mouth at the feeling. you felt him smirk against your lips. “dirty girl.” he said as he pushed his tongue down farther into your throat.

joel was skilled with his movements. from his kisses to the way his fingers traced all across your body. your moans and whines echo off the walls, making joel cover your mouth, his hand the size of your face. “shhh angel. don’t want your dad or anyone else over hearing us.” you pushed your head to the side, making him uncuff your mouth. “i don’t care. you feel so good and i need you so bad.” you grip into his broad shoulders, pulling him into you more and give him the sweetest kiss on the lips, his mustache tickling the top of your lip.

“shit kid. im getting close.” his breathing began to speed up and his thrust became sloppier. “please! please joel! please give it to me! i need it!” you begged and whined as he thrusted into you so hard that your body was bouncing off of the bed. your cries sent him right over the edge, making him pump a thick, sticky, and warm load into your pussy, your bedsheets being soaked in the process.

he kissed you sweetly before laying down next to you. you turn over to face him, stroking his beard. a soft smile appeared across his face as he kissed the palm of your hand.

“now can i stay over more?” you say giddily as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“anytime angel.” joel replied with a wink.

[whinyangel]

A man.

so big.... and broad....... and heavy......

I bet he likes to yank your legs up his shoulders as he pounds in because that way he can feel exactly how you squeeze him.. and you could feel his soft belly too....

[whinyangel]

YOUR OLD NEIGHBOR JOEL who becomes your personal handyman.. always fixing things around the house for you. something broken? you bring it to him and he’ll take care of it.

he teased you at first. “no boyfriend to do this?” he questioned in his usual nonchalant, grumpy tone.. but when you replied that you were single, you saw his lips tug into a smirk.

after a while you didn’t have to ask anymore. joel came over on his own accord just to find things to repair, it made him feel useful that way.

he warmed up to you over time. “it’s no problem, darlin’. not like i got much else to do these days.” you always offered him a cup of coffee as a thank you, which he accepted.

you would help him too. he was skilled with his hands, but electronics were a different story. when he finally upgraded from his flip phone, he didn’t have a clue in the world on what to do with it. “not my generation.” he grumbled, clearly struggling to figure it out.

he was too embarrassed to ask. “let me do it for you, old man.” you teased with a giggle, snatching the device from him. you got everything ready to go— going the extra mile to downloaded tinder and offering to set up a profile for him.. even though he swore he’d never use it.

you added your number to joel’s contacts. it was the only number, actually. he texted like a dad, responding to your texts with a flat “sure.” or “no.” until you taught him what emojis were, then he sometimes used the thumbs up or a heart.

he gave in one day, deciding to try out the dating apps. his profile was simple— classic joel. nothing really special about it.. except that all of the pictures he had were taken by you.

he scrolled through, pressing ‘x’ on each women that was prompted to him. he was ready to delete it all together.. but a familiar face popped up. you.

your profile was unlike anything he’d seen from the others. you stood out from the rest, of course you did. he swiped back and forth between your pictures.. his cock stirring in his pants at the sight of one with you in a bikini. you were alluring, a seductive smile that was bound to attract endless messages.

he felt dirty for staring too long. it was wrong, yet he couldn’t get himself to look away. why were you on there, anyway? a pretty girl like you had no business searching for love on this app full of perverted, lonely men like himself. even if so.. why would it show your account to him when he’s three times your age? he knew for a fact that the user had choice in what range they were interested in— you told him that.

the thought stuck with him. those flirty remarks, sneaking glances, and lingering touches clicked in his mind. before he could regret it, he pressed the ‘✓’ beside your name with a hold of his breath.

YOU HAVE A MATCH!

quick drabble because this picture posted today sent me into an old handyman!joel spiral. i’ve seen a few neighbor/fixer upper fics, but i want to link inspo to this one as it is one of my favorite reads on here!

[whinyangel]

thinking abt the porno i watched yesterday (i did link it to y’all) & i rlly do need jj and john b to be my pervy neighbors in their late 30s who’re always tryna coerce me into fucking them

jjs outright about being a fucking creep and he constantly pinches you and flirts and says he can show you how a real man fucks but john b is lowkey more sinister bc hes nicer and always says to come over and eat and have a drink but he makes yours stronger and before u know it his hands up your skirt while jj kisses your neck

[whinyangel]

first fuck with bsfdad!jj

comin over tonight?

three words had your heart thumping against your chest. ever since the night jj kissed you things have gotten more intense, he would catch you alone in different corners of the house to kiss you and touch you--all the while making it abundantly clear your shorts were the cause of his raging hard on.

in all honesty it made you rethink past interactions with him. every smile, every pat on the shoulder, every time he brushed against you on the way to the fridge. it made you wonder if your crush wasn't completely one sided. god can you even call what he has a crush? it feels so juvenile. a 46 year old man crushing on you. but he was nicer to you than the rest of reed's friends, and it can't totally be because you've been around the longest.

it took everything in you to control your smile as you read the text over and over, as if 'coming over' meant leaving your house for a late night fuck and not just you walking down the call so jj could eat you out. regardless it made your head spin as you texted yes :3, scrolling through past messages of a hard, throbbing dick and splatters of cum on the camera, ignoring reed as she blathered on about her new boy of the week.

"i dunno i told him we can hang out but really i just wanna get around his friend i can't believe i let the third hottest in the group fuck me it's so--are you listening to me?"

your head snaps up, eyes wide as you stammer, "yeah-uh, which guy is this?"

"ugh, don't be a bitch just because nobody approaches you and you closed yourself to guys it doesn't mean you can act like i'm slut of the year."

"i wasn't--"

she huffs, "i don't care, i'm going to sleep."

you love your friend, truly. but her ego can't stand not being the center of your universe even if it's just a second. you go to lay next to her in the bed, waiting as her breathing slows and evens out, then waiting an hour more so you know she's deep in sleep.

when you're sure you're in the clear, you crawl out of the bed, thankful that she's such a deep sleeper as you expertly navigate the creaky old floors of the maybank house.

for some odd reason you feel nervous, as if you haven't been doing this for weeks. but when you crack open the door and see jj laying there shirtless--broad and tanned and rough with age--you feel your cunt pulse with heat. so much so he can't help but notice you shove your palm against your crotch.

"stop all that sneakin, get in here." jjs voice rumbles throughout the room is a slight whisper, jolting you forward and tumbling into his bed.

he wastes no time getting on top of you, prying your lips open with his and you let out a soft noise at the increasingly familiar taste of beer on his tongue.

jj pulls back, peppering kisses against your full cheek, "took you a while tonight."

"she wouldn't stop talking. i think she's mad at me."

he sighs and traces a finger around your bellybutton and you can't see his face but you sense something lingering in the air, "she'll get over it. let's watch a movie."

normally this is code for something else and jj tucks you against his chest so he can slide his cock between your thighs, but this time he really does put on a movie. between the warmth of his body and the gentle thumb swiping your nipple you're almost lulled to sleep.

until you feel his breath on your neck, his facial hair causing goosebumps to prickle on your skin as he mumbles, "let's get this off."

off. jj's never done that before, not really. even when he eats you off he tucks your shorts to the side and the idea of him seeing all of you makes you nervous. what if you're too chubby? too hairy? he'll see the dimples on your ass and the stretch marks on your tits instead of smooth plains of taut skin and you protest.

"n-no. i don't--i'm not--"

"cmon kiddo, just let me see ya. let me see how pretty y'are."

you're shaking as he turns you on your back, peeling your shorts off your round hips with a soft smirk, "there she is, look at you. could just take a bite right now."

so that's what he does, sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin on the crease of your hip making you moan unexpectedly. that doesn't stop him, just makes him ball up your panties and shove them in your mouth, "just stay quiet."

then he's on you, but he's lacking his normal fervor. instead he takes his time, spreading your lips and sucking your clit into his mouth until its swollen and throbbing, like he's indulging himself on he taste and smell of you. and he might as well be with the way his lips smack and soft grunts build from his chest. each drip of arousal is quickly lapped up with his tongue as he kisses your cunt nice and slow. you had to be drowning him with how wet you were, but neither of you cared as you buried your fingers in his blonde hair, digits cramping as he sucked you into an orgasm.

your cunt's still twitching as he pulls off, leaving closed mouth kisses against your hot flesh as you calm, but just as your breathing even he slides two fingers into you, scissoring them open to watch you stretch.

"s'gonna be a tight fit but...well i'll make it fit." jj pulls his fingers out, sucking them clean so he can push your shirt over your tits with that hand as he shoves his boxers down with another.

and jesus christ the size of him. it's one thing to see it on your phone and to feel it slipping between your thighs but it's another to see it. thick, uncut with a tangle of hair at the base. his balls hanging low and heavy. you're paralyzed as he grabs himself and lays it across your stomach, stopping a couple inches short of your belly button.

"jj--is that--you know i never--oh my god is it even gonna fit?" you were panicked despite how your hole was clenching at the thought of it, whimpering to cup your pussy but he shooed your hand away to spread you open.

in efforts to soothe you he rubbed the head up and and your slit, mixing your arousal with his pre cum to get the tip slit, "you're a big girl kiddo. just a little pinch, a little stretch. me n you are good to go. just trust me aight?"

trembling you nod, "can i have a kiss?"

jj gives you a real smile, as strained as it is, and kisses you deep. you can taste yourself lingering on his lips but the weight of him comforts you. because he's strong and hot and solid and he wants you. you're in his bed, not the other girls. he talks to you and compliments your dress and says you're the sweetest girl he knows just because you ask how his day's been.

so you let him in, with his hands gripping your pudgy hips as you pant into each other's mouths.

"fuck, easy honey you're alright just a little more."

the slight burn of the stretch travels up the base of your spine and you moan into his shoulder, "oh my god, keep going please."

all jj can do is nod, pulling his hips back until just the tip rested in the dewy pout of your cunt before slamming back into you.

you'd never felt so full, and you lifted your head to watch him split you open, and he laughs.

"you're takin me so good honey, feel that?" he fucks into you harder, grounding his hips against yours so his tip smushes against your cervix.

"uh-huh, too--much, it's too much!" you speak in a hushed shout, hands pressed against his stomach as you futilely attempt to slow him down. but he's so heavy all you can do is squirm beneath him as he wrecks you completely, leaving you trembling.

"not yet." spoken as if it's a promise, he spreads your lips with two fingers before stroking your sensitive clit, pushing a squeak form your chest so loud he has no choice but to shove a hand over your mouth.

how much good that does you don't know, because jj's grunting in your ear and the beds squeaking so loud you're hoping reed tendency to be a heavy sleeper doesn't fail you.

you're over stimulated, between the fingers on your clit and his cock stretching you in ways you've never felt before, all you could do was hold on, raking your nails down his chest as you fluttered around him. it started in your gut, spreading in hot pulses through your body as you creamed down his balls until it dripped onto the sheets below--back arched with a moan muffled behind his calloused hand.

jj presses his face into your neck, breathing in the smell of your sweat and your sweet floral lotion as he fucks his load into you thick and hot.

his palm drops, both of you panting like you've lost a fight as he pulls out as gently as he can, one hand on your tummy as he sees you wince. he runs his hands down your body, his cock giving a half hearted twitch as he sees the pink tinge to the creamy ring of cum at the base of his dick.

"shit kid, m'sorry lemme clean you up."

you lay there, limp and exhausted as he cleans the mess between your thighs, pressing a kiss to the bite mark he left on your waist.

"can i stay for a little bit?"

jj looks at the clock. 4:35am

"yeah, lets get some sleep."

thank god reed is a heavy sleeper.

[whinyangel]

[whinyangel]

okay i made her moodboard bestie reader is poppy and shes so cutesie adorable