MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPBâs Recommendation List: May Pt. 2
Hi everyone. Welcome to the second part of Mayâs recommendation list. Can you believe we maxed out Part 1 linking availability? You guys are writing machines! With finals coming to a close and some of you graduating, I hope you are taking some time to enjoy reading and self-care. Iâm so very proud of every one of you. If you would like a moodboard made for your story or character, feel free to send me a request. I would love to make you one. If you are interested in having your writing challenges featured here, your stories, or even your blog, please feel free to tag me in your works, message me, or use the hashtag MidnightWithDearKatyTSPB. Heads up, June may be all on one list. Iâm going to my Grandmotherâs 90th birthday and visit my family. Iâll get plenty of reading done while Iâm gone, but I donât know how much list-making Iâll get done. Enjoy the rest of your spring and the start of your summer!
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DRABBLES/BLURBS:
Big Fan (Tommy's Version) by @atinylittlepain >> Tommy Miller ft. Ellie Williams - Summary: Tommy and Ellie stumble on someone very familiar to Tommy. | I was laughing so hard at everyone's reaction to this.
ONE-SHOTS:
2 Murphy's and a Peña by @violentdelightsandviolentends >> Javier Peña x Female Reader - Summary: Reader has a horrible date. Javier thinks she just needs a man who puts her needs first. (My Summary) | This was short and hot, just how you need it sometimes.
Aquatic Rehabilitation by @psychedelic-ink >> Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: Joel has been experiencing knee pain for the past two months. When he finally sees an orthopedist, he learns that he has some minor damage to his meniscus. The doctor prescribes him anti-inflammatory medication and physical therapy, recommending swimming. At the pool, he meets you. | Wowza, that was really hot.
Drown in your Wrath and Fury by @movievillainess721 >> Dave York x curvy f!reader x (with a surprise guest) - Summary: You're Dave's prisoner...and old flame. Can you survive his wrath and fury? | It was so hot, I was blushing.
*I Crawl Home To Her by @johnwatsn >> Joel Miller ft. Sarah Miller & Ellie Williams - Summary: After being stabbed, Joel floats in and out of consciousness, between then and now, before and after, and his two daughters, both saving him in their own ways. | This is just a masterpiece of emotion, and it's so well written!
Look For The Butterfly by @lily-inbloom >> post-outbreak!Joel Miller x fem!reader - Summary: Sarah reminds Joel of something very important. | Don't mind me. I'll just be over here in the corner crying like a big baby.
Prove It by @joelscruff >> boyfriend's dad!Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: Joel shows you how much he cares about you (in a slightly depraved way). (in connection with quickie and snack break) | Made my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach with emotions while supplying wonderful filth and excitement.
Request by @joelsgirl >> Joel Miller x Reader - Summary/Request: Reader is feeling awful because she's too warm, and the relief he feels when he sees her cooling off, physically and emotionally? | A charming short piece showing the caring side of Joel is what we need sometimes.
The Saint, The Sinner, & The Devil by @joelsgirl >> Mafia DBF!Joel Miller, Corrupt Javier Pena + Reader - Sneak Peak: âYes, little one. You'll get to service us both tonight.â | Excellent and Filthy
Satellite by @jksprincess10 >> Assistant!reader x Javier Peña - Summary: Summary: Youâre trying really hard not to fuck your boss. But everyone around you, including him, makes it really hard. | Javi could probably convince me to do anything.
Sharing Is Caring by @dreamsofmandalore >> Mafia!AU Joel Miller x Reader x Javier Peña - Summary: Several people asked what would happen if mafia enforcer Joel and corrupt agent Javi existed in the same universe. | Thank you for feeding our wildest imaginations.
Waffle House Confessions by @softlyspector >> no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!Reader - Summary: You pick an inopportune moment to give Joel some news. | I felt like I was watching it play out on TV, and I was feeling all the emotions coming acrossâsuch a good one-shot.
Words by @joelscruff >> boyfriend's dad!Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: You and Joel are left reeling from your boyfriend's discovery. (a direct sequel to prove it) | Cat has a way with words and emotions pulling you into her works.
SERIES:
I'm In A State (Prequel) | In My Hometown by @swiftispunk >> pre-outbreak!dbf!neighbour!Joel Miller x afab!fem!actor(ish)!Reader - Summary: The moment that sends you over the edge with your neighbour, Joel. | Perfect as always, Hannah. Thanks for making me giggle like a schoolgirl.
One For The Money, Two For The Show >> Rockstar!Joel Miller x Actress!Reader - Summary: When world-famous rockstar Joel Miller finds himself in some hot water with the press, his PR team suggests fake dating an up-and-coming actress to refine his image. However, when they actually start spending time together, the happy couple canât stand each other. Will they be able to turn it around for the cameras, or will it all be for nothing? | Things are getting mighty steamy, just the way I like them. Feeling so blessed to be able to read this story.
To Polish Up A Diamond pt. i | >> @pedges >> Joel Miller x afab!reader - Summary: âWe can get an annulment,â Joel says, cutting you off. Itâs almost as if he couldnât wait to say it, and youâre not sure why that stings so much. âYeahâyes,â you mutter, swallowing the softball lodged in your throat. You clear it in hopes of sounding more compelling when you speak again. âOf course. Duh.â -- or, the one where you wake up married to Joel Miller. | This is such an emotional roller coaster, and we are only just beginning. I'm looking forward to seeing where this goes.
BLURBS/DRABBLES:
The Baking Lesson by @zablife >> John Shelby x f!reader - Summary: Gif Request - Sneak Preview: "C'mere gorgeous," John said, turning your chin toward him. "It can't be that bad. Just tell me," he coaxed with an encouraging smile. | John is very much my hero!
Sweetest of the Sunflowers by @peakyscillian >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: I picked the prompt âYou're the best thing that's ever happened to meâ for this one and also based it around the song 'Sun To Me' By Zach Bryan. | Moodboard is gorgeous, and I love how you can tell how much Tommy adores his fiance in this.
Pedro Pascal doesn't owe you anything... by @coulsons-band
Drama Actor Round Table: Pedro Pascal, Damson Idris, Kieran Culkin, Jeff Bridges, Evan Peters, and Michael Imperioli posted by @pedrohub
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So Iâve been gone a real long time. A lot has changed. I've changed, and you might have changed. I left California, left people behind, left baggage behind. I needed a fresh start. With that comes a new blog. If you want to continue being mutual, I would love it if we could. You can follow me at @telumendilsoul and Iâll more than likely follow you back!
So Iâve been gone a real long time. A lot has changed. I've changed, and you might have changed. I left California, left people behind, left baggage behind. I needed a fresh start. With that comes a new blog. If you want to continue being mutual, I would love it if we could. You can follow me at @telumendilsoul and Iâll more than likely follow you back!
So Iâve been gone a real long time. A lot has changed. I've changed, and you might have changed. I left California, left people behind, left baggage behind. I needed a fresh start. With that comes a new blog. If you want to continue being mutual, I would love it if we could. You can follow me at @telumendilsoul and Iâll more than likely follow you back!
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AO3 is down and I was in the middle of a really good Oberyn Martell story. Mother Nature is being really mean to me right now. I think Iâm just going to lay down listen to Speak Now TV and dream about my Joel Miller story. đ
I've said it once, and Iâll repeat it, Pedro Pascal does NOT owe me, you, or ANYONE anything. He doesn't have to stop and take pictures. He does not have to let anyone in his personal space. Stop treating him as an object and realize it's not his job to ensure you are happy. Pedro is in charge of himself. Lately, it looks a little hard even to keep himself happy when he's working on both this film and entertaining fans who are flying in to try and take chances to meet him on his days off. Give him space.
Oh fuck oh shit I just saw a TikTok about Joel fanfics that this read on tumblr and when I tell you my heart dropped to my ass because I was so scared I was gonna see OFTM
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Oh fuck oh shit I just saw a TikTok about Joel fanfics that this read on tumblr and when I tell you my heart dropped to my ass because I was so scared I was gonna see OFTM
Good Morning Lovely, I hope you have a great Sunday! I was wondering if you could possibly write boyfriend's dad! Joel x female reader where your boyfriend was caught cheating on you but you go to his dad's house and found comfort in him. đ
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yep yep yep bd!joel is something i have never written before but i would love to write more. thank u sm for this request!!! i hope you enjoy đ
pairing: bd!joel x fem!reader
summary: mr. miller didn't raise his son to be a cheat. so when he turns out that way, his dad decides to make it up to you.
warnings: 18+ minors dni!!! unprotected p in v sex (wrap before u tap everybody), fingering, dom!joel, praise kink, joel being protective, age gap (reader is early 20s/college age, joel late 40s), cursing, alcohol consumption, cheating
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Three days. Itâs been three days.
Three days since you last saw him, arm waving out of the car window as he drove off after dropping you back home. Youâd gone to crazy golf. Heâd text you that night to say goodnight, and text you first thing the morning after to wish you a good day, and thenâŠnothing.
Radio silence.
Your boyfriend wasnât the best at communicating, this was true. But three fucking days? Something was weird.
You: Hey, I was gonna swing by later if youâre around?
You: Everything ok?
You: Hello????
You: Getting kinda worried now
When your third call goes straight to voicemail, you decide to just head over and see whatâs up.
Your car squeaks to a halt outside his house. Both his car and his dadâs truck are parked in the driveway, and you glance in his driverâs window as you pass. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Nobody answers when you ring the doorbell, so you slowly turn the handle and let yourself in, closing the door quietly behind.
You call out his name. Nothing.
Leaning to glance down the hallway, you notice the sliding door in the kitchen open, the silhouette of his dad sat on a lounge chair out back.
You head upstairs slowly; maybe heâs sleeping, or at his desk with his headphones on.
The top stair creaks when you step on it, and you pause, hearing movement on your left. From your boyfriendâs bedroom.
You say his name, and the noise stops dead.
âWhat the fâŠâ you whisper to yourself, wandering over to the door. âAre you in hereâŠ?â
You push the handle and the door slowly swings open. The curtains are closed, itâs dull. You can only just make out the discarded articles of clothing strewn all over the carpet, leading to the foot of the bed, on whichâŠ
âOh, fuââ
Your boyfriend jumps up, stark naked, some girl clutching the bedsheets to her chest. Your breathing falters as he reaches for his underwear.
âWhat the fuck?â you yell, backing away from the door. He holds a hand out to stop you.
âThis isnâtâŠNo, hey, come back!â
Spinning on your heel, you rattle back down the stairs, vision blurring with the tears rapidly bubbling. You reach the bottom of the stairs and steady yourself on the handrail, before making off for the front door.
âHey, hey.â A strong arm suddenly links around yours as you flurry by, having heard all the commotion. âWhatâs goinâ on, darlinâ?â
Mr. Miller turns you and takes the back of your head in his rough hand, gently tilting your face up to look at him. When he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks, his jaw tightens, brows furrowing, and he yells upstairs for your boyfriend.
âGet â the fuck â out here. Now!â
The bedroom door opens, you hear shuffling, and the figure of your boyfriend, still in his underwear, materializes on the landing.
Mr. Millerâs hand hasnât left yours as he turns to look up at his son, and you cower behind his broad shoulders.
âWhat the fuck is goinâ on? You got someone else up there?â
âDad, itâsââ
âDonât you fuckinâ lie! I heard you come in with someone. You tellinâ me youâre cheatinâ on your girlfriend in my house?â
Your boyfriendâs shoulders drop and he glances back toward his room. âIâŠIt was a mistake.â
âGet her out. Both of yâall. Get!â he roars, thumb pointing over his shoulder.
When his sonâs scrawny form wobbles back to his bedroom, Mr. Miller gives you a half glance over his shoulder and his hand squeezes yours. He leads you down the hallway without a word, taking you to the kitchen, where he pulls a barstool out for you to sit on.
âWater?â he asks.
You donât reply. He understands.
He closes the fridge. âWhiskey.â
As heâs pouring two glasses, the pale face of your boyfriend leans around the doorframe.
âListen, IâŠâ
âDidnât I tell you to leave? You, too!â he yells down the hall, and a pair of footsteps scuttle off. âIf you ainât out that door in the next ten seconds, youâre gonna know all about it, son.â
With that, his head and shoulders disappear, and you listen as the front door opens and slams shut again.
Mr. Miller slides your whiskey over the counter to you and downs half of his in one swig.
âDamn boy,â he mutters, licking his lips. âDonât know whatâs gotten into âim. He always this much of an asshole?â
You shrug, still staring at your glass.
The truth is he didnât seem like an asshole when you met him. He was confident, and smart, and funny. He had a crowd of boys around him anywhere he went, and you liked the attention yâall got whenever you were with him. Liked being on his arm. Liked being kissed by him in a bar full of people.
Was there anything there, between you guys? Past what other people saw? Not so much. He liked video games, and football, and cars. You liked watching and waiting for him to quit playing so you could hang out, werenât so much into football, and liked his car, only when heâd take you out in it.
Sex wasâŠuneventful. Little foreplay, little payday for you. Most times it was five or so minutes of grunting, a pause inside you while he filled the condom, and then a heaving sigh as he tumbled off from on top of you to lie beside you in a sweaty mess and pull out his phone. He liked watching gameplay videos on YouTube once heâd finished.
So, all in all, not an asshole, per se. He was always decent to you, always made sure you got home safe and held your hand in public.
The issue was he wasnât not an asshole, either. He was perfectly lukewarm. Right in the middle.
Fuckinâ boring.
This is the first real asshole thing heâs done. The first step in either direction of extremity â first leap, really.
Realistically, itâs a bit of relief. Wow, you do have a personality after all. Just sucks that this was what heâd chosen to do with it.
It stings. You feel your cheeks heat as they flush with embarrassment, the memory of you pushing that door open replaying over and over in your head. You need a sedative, something to make you forget what just happened.
âHey,â Mr. Miller says again, thumb holding your chin. âYou okay?â
You lean into his touch. âNot really. ItâsâŠwhatever. He can do what he wants.â
Heâs quiet. His eyes track your lips as you speak, and when you finish, he looks back up into your eyes.
âHe donât deserve a girl like you,â he whispers.
You smile a little, tilting your head and looking up at him.
âIâm gonna make you feel better. Make it up to ya for raisinâ him. Howâs that sound?â Mr. Miller leans back and sets his glass down, clapping his hands. âWant some food?â
You giggle, brows furrowing. âFood?â
âIâm starvinâ. Was waitinâ for you cominâ over so we could have dinner. Didnât know that was goinâ on, butâŠâ
âFood sounds good,â you say, cutting off the end of his sentence. âThanks, Mr. Miller.â
He shakes his head, brows knitted together, and insists, âJoel, baby. Call me Joel.â
Joel rustles up some burgers, insists that you stay put in your stool and donât move a muscle as he cooks.
âGuest of honor,â he tells you, âyour job is to sit there, look pretty, and let me do all the work.â
You oblige, making polite conversation and accepting when he pours you another glass of whiskey. Yâall talk about plenty, from work, to college, to whose food is best out of Tessâs Steakhouse or the Southwestern Grill.
âIâm tellinâ you,â Joel mutters, tossing a handful of fries in his mouth, âIâd give âem both a run for their money.â
âAlright, but youâd be a threat to Southwestern quicker than you would to Tessâs.â
âSee, now we gotta go to both to really compare âem,â Joel says, and you swear you notice your heart skip a beat.
You hesitate on your answer, watching him carefully. Heâs leaning a little toward you, licking the salt from his fingers.
âMaybe we should,â you finally reply, cocking an eyebrow.
Joel smirks and stands up, taking your plate on top of his.
âLet me help with the dishes,â you say, and he shakes his head in response.
âNo, darlinâ,â he protests, holding a hand out as you follow him to the sink. âIâm hostinâ ya, Iâll get âem.â
âCâmon,â you say, lining up beside him, your shoulder meeting the middle of his bicep. âI donât wanna just sit letting you do all the work all night. Let me help.â
He gives in and hands you a towel, before plunging your plates into the hot soapy water, and handing them to you to dry.
âJust throw âem on the rack,â he murmurs, âcan put âem away later.ââ
You can feel the heat radiating off of him just standing next to him. The sleeve of his flannel brushes off of your bare skin as you work, making your shoulders tense. Joelâs rigid too, facing forward at all times, staring out of the window instead of meeting your sneaking glances.
You pile the last plate onto the rack and turn to face him.
âIâm gonnaâŠrun upstairs and just grab a few of my things before I go,â you tell Joel, and he nods as you head out of the kitchen.
Your boyfriendâs bedroom is still dark, curtains blowing in the gentle breeze, sporadically letting sunlight in like your unsteady breaths. You open your bag, blindly lifting anything youâve left here during visits. A lipstick, a hairbrush, a teddy bear you got him from vacation last summer.
When youâve scanned the whole room, you turn to head out and notice a familiar silhouette in the doorway.
âWhat a fuckinâ mess,â Joel mutters, and you laugh as you make your way over.
Heâs stood in the doorway, so you turn and squeeze by him, back to his chest. His hands come to rest on your hips as you pass, and your breath catches when you feel them squeeze.
Joel shuts the door and shakes his head. âItâs like heâs twelve years old.â
âNah, thatâs unfair. To twelve-year-olds.â
He scoffs. A pause. Then, âYou sure youâre alright, baby?â
You lean back against the wall, bag hanging from your crossed arms.
âIâm good. Thank you again for dinner. You really took my mind off ofâŠeverything.â Your eyes flit to the door behind him.
Joel takes a step closer to you, hands stuffed in his jean pockets, and your heart quickens.
âJust wanted to make you feel better,â he breathes.
You can feel the blood pumping around your body like tidal waves circulating through you. Your breath falters, chest rising and falling quicker, and you feel something flutter between your legs.
You glance up and down the hallway. Whatever comes over you, the whiskey, or something more, youâre not entirely sure, but it makes you step away from the beige wall and close the space between you both even more.
âOne of these doors yours?â You nod up the hallway, and Joelâs gaze instantly clouds over.
His eyebrows flinch, eyes flicker across your body just for a second, and he nods. Slowly.
âAt the end.â
âHm,â you muse, pushing your bottom lip out and wandering down the hall.
You have no idea what the fuck youâre doing, but Joelâs at your heels, following you toward his door. When you nudge it open, you turn, back to the door, and fall in.
His room is painted a dark grey, bed sheets to match. Thereâs not much in the way of furniture, a dresser over to the left, right by what you assume is the bathroom, and another over on the right under the window. A mirror stands by the open closet door, and a TV hangs from the wall beside the door, over your right shoulder.
Plain. Simple. Classic Joel.
You take a few steps inside, and turn, looking back at Joel, whoâs leaning against his doorframe, watching you.
âNever been in here, have you?â
You shake your head. ââs what I expected.â
He laughs. âIs that so?â
âMhm. Looks like your room.â
Joelâs eyes dance over your face, your neck, along your shoulders, and down to your chest. He looks back up to meet your gaze and your eyebrows lift.
âJust one thing missinâ from itâŠâ he grumbles, slowly walking over to you.
You feel the ache thatâs been growing between your legs suddenly intensify. You clench your thighs.
Joel lifts his hand, taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger.
ââŠyou.â
Youâre panting now, arms dropped to your side. Your bag falls from your loose grip when he takes hold of your shoulders and runs his hands down to your waist. Rough hands pulling you into him, against him, where you feel the swell in his pants.
âJoelâŠâ you whisper.
âHm?â he asks, chin lifting.
âWant you toâŠâ Your throat holds onto the rest of the sentence.
He cups your face with his hand, tilting it up toward him. âTell me, baby. Tell me what you want.â
âWant you to fuck me. In here.â
âYeah?â he asks, starting to walk you backward to the bed. âYou want me to take care of you, baby?â
âMhm.â
He pushes you back onto the mattress, his smell all over the sheets. And then, he leans down, his body all over you.
He takes your wrists and pins them above your head, thigh between your legs.
âGonna show you what it feels like to be fucked by a real man,â he growls, head dipping to kiss along your neck. âGonna make you feel real good, pretty girl.â
You buck your hips and he laughs into your skin, teeth grazing against your throat.
âSo desperate,â he purrs, shoving you further up the mattress.
He leans back, taking the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your body, exposing your bare chest underneath. You lay back and watch his eyes, heavy with lust as they scan over you, and you feel yourself wetter and wetter against his thigh.
âSo pretty for me, sweet girl.â
His fingers find the waistband of your skirt and he hauls it down your legs, discarding it on the floor. Youâre in just your panties now, laying sprawled out on your boyfriendâs fatherâs bed, soaked through, desperate to be fucked.
Joelâs hand cups around your sex, feeling how wet you are for him already. He slides your panties to the side and draws a lazy finger through your folds, coming to rest on your clit, where he circles around your sensitive bud.
Your back lifts, hands coming down to lock around his wrist. Urging him to keep doing it, but begging him to do something more.
His thumb stays on your clit, two middle fingers dipping to your cunt below. Your hands resume position above your head and you bring your knees up either side of you, allowing him access to your core.
Joel inserts his fingers inside you, and you bite back a scream. He curls them, hitting the spongey walls of your cunt, stretching you out good.
Youâre breathing his name, chest rising and falling in time with his wrist pumping, before he pulls his hand from your core and you watch as he pushes his fingers between his lips, sucking on you.
He lets them go with a pop. âSweet as honey, baby,â he coos, and a filthy grin paints across your lips.
âAlright,â Joel murmurs, taking hold of your waist.
He flips you over in one fluid motion, and with both hands on your hips, hoists your ass up in the air. His finger hooks under the band of your panties and pulls, releasing it with a snap back against your waist. You whine, face buried in his sheets.
Joelâs hands trail from the back of your knees upward, toward your aching cunt, where he massages the insides of your thighs, drawing desperate moans from you.
You hear the clink of his belt buckle, the sound of it sliding out of his pants and the thud when it hits the floor at his feet. The undeniable sound of his zipper being tugged down, and the ruffle of denim being shoved halfway down his thighs.
He presses his cotton-covered bulge against your lace-covered pussy, letting your slick rut all over his boxers.
âGood girl,â he murmurs, and brings a hand down onto your ass. You jerk forward, moaning.
âJoel,â you whine, âjust fucking do it. Fuck me, please.â
His hips pull away from yours only long enough for him to drag his boxers down before theyâre right back against you, cock sifting through your soaked folds.
He groans as his length glides along your slit, gathering your slick all over his tip.
âYou ready, baby?â he asks in a hoarse voice, breath stammering already.
âMhm,â you breathe, almost shoving your hips back into his just to feel him.
He eases his thick head in first, and you feel yourself already stretching around him. You gasp, the feeling almost searing, before he pulls all the way out and strokes himself a couple times.
âSo fuckinâ wet, darlinâ. So good for me.â
When his shaft is coated in your juices, he pushes in again, this time not stopping. He goes slowly, allowing you to adjust to him, your back arching, chest pushing further into the mattress the deeper his cock reaches.
When you feel his balls against your clit, your hips connected once again, you exhale deeply.
âFuckâŠâ you whisper, and you hear him breathe a laugh. âYouâre soâŠfuckingâŠbig.â
âYeah? Aw, baby girl. You got no clue what youâve been missing.â
His cock drags out of you, and, despite the intense pressure, you whine when he leaves. His tip still between your folds, he instantly pushes back in, getting faster and rougher with each thrust.
Joel places a hand on the small of your back to steady himself as he reaches a fast, punishing pace, fucking you like itâs all he ever wanted to do. His hips snap against yours, your thighs beginning to burn from the position. You feel a heat dripping from your belly to your cunt, swirling around, coil reeling.
âHe ever fuck you like this?â
âN-no,â you whine, fingers gripping Joelâs bedsheets. The pressure between your legs is almost painful, his huge cock fucking into you so hard your mind runs blank, the only thought Joel, the only feelingâŠJoel.
âNo,â he repeats, slamming his hips into your ass harder. âNeed a real fuckinâ cock to make you feel good, treat that little pussy how it deserves.â
Youâre listening to the words heâs saying, but not really hearing them. Your mind is blank, overcome by the feeling of his length fucking in and out of you; the perfect pain when his tip hits the edge of your cunt, the stretch of his thick cock, his balls slapping against your core when he bottoms out.
âFuck, Joel,â you moan, squeezing the sheets until your knuckles whiten. âWanna cum all over you.â
Joel groans, his head falling back at the sound of your whimpers. âGonna make you cum, baby, make you cum real good. He ever make you cum?â
You shake your head. âNever.â
âPoor baby,â he tuts. âNever been able to cum for him, have you?â
You canât answer him a second time. In your silence, you feel his hands on your shoulders, dick still thrusting in and out of you, and he pulls you up to his body, flush against his chest.
His arms snake around you, one around your waist and the other drawing circles around your swollen clit. You lean your head against his shoulder, hooking your left arm around his neck.
âFeel good, baby?â
âUhuh,â you moan, turning to look at him.
Joel turns to face you and his jaw lowers, lips finding yours in a wet, messy kiss. You moan into his mouth as his fingers drill into your clit.
âGonnaâŠcumâŠall overâŠyou,â you whimper, and he nods.
âLet me feel you, darlinâ.â
You begin to slip in his grasp, feeling your cunt tightening around his cock and the heat in your stomach scorching. A few more thrusts and the room goes white, stars crowding your vision as you sob out.
You fall forward back onto the bed, limp with the pleasure between your thighs. Joel keeps the pace up, chasing his own high.
âSo â fuckinâ â good for m-me, pretty girl,â he mutters, pounding into you.
Youâre a soaked, sweaty, fucked-out mess, you know it. And you fucking love it.
When Joelâs thrusts become staggered, you know heâs close. You donât move, save for your hands finding a hold of his sheets again, bracing yourself through the overstimulating feeling of him rutting into you over and over again.
He lets out a quiet groan and pulls out, pumping himself a couple times before his warm cum spills all over your back. The sound of his moans and the feeling of him emptying all over you are almost enough to wind that coil again.
âFuck, baby,â he breathes when heâs done, hands holding onto your ass. He gently massages you again, and you groan at the feeling.
âLemme grab a towel,â he says, and his warmth disappears for a few seconds.
He returns from the bathroom and wipes your back with a soft towel, holding you up by the waist until heâs done, when he lets you go and you collapse onto the bed on your stomach.
âBeen waitinâ so fuckinâ long to do that,â Joel pants, falling onto the bed beside you.
âYeah?â
âYeah.â
You close your eyes, thinking back over all the times youâve been here, the nights youâve stayed over, when Joelâs in the house. Thinking of how he mightâve been looking at you, the thoughts running through his head. Knowing you were in his sonâs room, knowing you were doing stuff with him that Joel wanted to be doing to you.
It fills you with equal parts longing and fucking arousal.
You both lay in a panting, sweating state of bliss for a while, eyes tracing down each otherâs bodies.
Your hand crosses over to lace through Joelâs on his chest, and he smiles softly at you.
âGood?â he asks quietly.
You nod, eyes closing over in your exhausted state. âGood,â you whisper.
He nods reassuringly and squeezes your hand.
The moment â is it even a moment? â is cut short by the sound of a car pulling into the drive. The door slams shut and footsteps trail to Joelâs front door, which opens with a call of, âDad?â
He sits up, coolly, almost unbothered, and taps you on the shoulder, before getting off the bed and opening his door.
He wanders out into the hall, to the top of the stairs, and you push yourself off of his bed, legs burning, and start getting changed.
âYeah?â you hear Joel call.
Your boyfriend asks if youâre still here. âHer carâs in the drive.â
âSheâs just grabbinâ her things. Made her dinner, made sure she was alright, since you were a fuckinâ dirtbag.â
You hear your boyfriend sigh as you slip back into your sneakers and leave Joelâs bedroom. He doesnât move, doesnât turn, but holds a hand out behind his back, and you freeze.
âDo me a favour ân put the dishes on the rack back, would ya?â he calls down to his son.
You hear him walk through to the kitchen, and Joel turns to you. He nods once down the stairs, and you sneak past him, his hand on the small of your back.
When you reach the bottom of the stairs, your fingers around the handle, you turn back. Your boyfriendâs stood in the kitchen; eyes locked on you.
A/N: tryna get my swag back u guys. Also if there r any spelling mistakes Iâm sorry đđ»
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Thinking ab creepy n pervy Joel making you grind against your teddy bear in the middle of the night after sneaking into your room.. n then fucking your brains out after <3
Warning: 18+, somnophilia, pervy behavior, slight dubcon, possessiveness, overall dark themes// age gap (reader is in her 20s, joel is in his 50s), masturbation, cum play, grinding, daddy kink, spit, breeding kink, spanking, choking, size kink, creampie, multiple orgasms, dbf! Joel my beloved <3
Joel was always quite impatient.
And after a long night of drinking and watching the new football game with your father, heâs become tense. As fun as it is to sit and conversate with his best friend, his head is reeling now. He notes to the man beside him that heâs going to bed. A nod, as your father agrees the same.
And a few minutes later, as Joel leans against the closed door inside your bedroom, he watches you with his cock in his hand.
Of course, like the good girl you are, you had decided to go to bed early. You were on a college schedule, after all. So Joel hadnât seen you all night. Not being able to catch sight of that familiar head of hair, tits out and ass bouncing under those short skirts you love so much, frustrated the man to no end. He grunts as his thumb moves over the slit of his girthy length, as he watches the way your breasts heave with each passing breath you let out. Heâs surprised he hasnât been caught yet. Heâs been doing it every night that he comes over, after all.
He knows itâs wrong. But fuck, youâre so delectable; your curves are absolutely stunning, your lips perfectly full and plump, your thighs plush and soft. He canât resist watching you. And itâs as if you want him to do this. You know he lives next to you, you know that he can see inside your room from your window that has no curtains, can watch you change and masturbate and do whatever the fuck else. Youâre just begging for him to fuck your tight cunt.
Itâs a wonder that he hasnât done it sooner.
He moves a bit closer. Just close enough to be near the foot of your bed. The thought of you catching him like this gives him a thrill. His cock kicks when you turn over onto your side to face him. Your eyes are still shut, your brain still sleeping numbly.
âThere she is.â Joel manages to breathe out through his sharp inhales. You look like an angel to him.
Your nipples are hard through your silky white slip. Joel can notice them now, as they make two small lumps in the fabric. Your tits are pushed together from the position youâre in. And Joelâs favorite part: your legs are stuck in between the fat of your thighs. Itâs always been the kind of position youâve laid in, as the warmth from your legs pussy brings you a sort of comfort. Joel can feel himself nearing his high.
And since heâs already doing it, whatâs so wrong about moving a little⊠closer?
Bringing his strong arm down, he holds onto the wall as he kneels down on the edge of your bed. Heâs so close now, your face a mere few inches away from his cock. He continues to stroke the skin of his shaft, watching your full eyelashes and pretty lips.
âGod,â he murmurs. You canât hear him, but that doesnât stop Joel from running his mouth regardless. âGonna cum all over this slutty little face, darlinâ..â
And he does just that. His abdomen clenches, head thrown back as he begins to squirt warm ropes of semen all over your face. He lets out a very loud groan.
And of course, finally, that wakes you up.
When your eyes peel open, the first thing that comes to mind is that..
Your face is fucking wet.
Thatâs what you gather. So, you bring your fingers up to wipe- Elmerâs glue, maybe?- out of the sockets of your eyes. And when you look up, you see Joel.
A confused and disgruntled âwhat..?â Sounds from your mouth, and then when you see Joel looking down at you, you begin to take sight of him. Heâs still jacking his cock.
âJoel?â
The manâs mouth falls open, another wave of pleasure rippling through him. Heâs getting hard for the second time in a row. Your brows furrow as you look down. It must be too dark and you must be too tired to fully grasp what act your dadâs friend is commiting.
âJoel.. whatâre you doing?â You sleepily mumble. Itâs quickly replaced by a gasp of surprise when his hand goes up to grope your breasts, his rings cold against the bare skin of your collarbones. He becomes desperate, practically clawing at your soft body to get a taste of you. His tongue goes up to the apples of your cheeks. He kisses you there, soft. And then, the soft muscle inside his mouth runs along the ridges of your skin. His own cum connects to his lips in a sticky white string.
âSorry baby,â he groans. â couldnât help myself...â
His thumb runs across your bottom lip, legs resting in between your spread ones, and he kisses you. Youâre awake now, with enough brain power to register whatâs actually happening. But if youâre being honest, you donât want him to stop. Your hands shyly go up to his hair, still a bit disoriented. His messy locks are soft underneath your fingertips as he begins to slip his jizz soaked tongue into your mouth. Your eyes flutter shut, heat beginning to gather in a pool between your legs. You can taste his cum as it evades your taste buds, musky and salty. Pulling away, you can feel his cock press against your thigh.
âDid youâŠâ looking down, his stiffness is right there. Wet and hard and incredibly prominent, now. A small whine escapes you. âJoeâŠâ
ââM so hard for your cute little face, darlinââŠgot me gettinâ it up twice.â
That makes you mewl, as his mouth moves down to your neck. Your virginal hands shakily grasp his hair. On a particularly harsh tug, Joel groans. You think youâve hurt him and done something wrong, and your nervous mouth begins to spew apologies. âJoe.. never done this before, âm sorry..â
Joel moans, maneuvering your body so heâs on his knees and in between your spread thighs. Your innocence makes his brain turn to mush.
âYou didnât do anything wrong, sweetness. Youâre such a good girl.â
He says it as he slips off his shirt, exposing his broad chest and muscles to you. A hard working man, Joel Miller is definitely built to hold things the way he wants them. So when his pants are finally removed, he uses his strong arms to lift your body and move the both of your upper parts towards the end of the bed. Thereâs more space, now, less stuffed animals and things.
Thereâs a moment of stillness, and then your hands are wrapping around a familiar furry object as you land down onto the mattress. Itâs your stuffed teddy bear, the one Joel had gifted you for your birthday last year. Itâs pink, with a bright red bow wrapped around its neck and a pair of black button eyes. You had named it Teddy, and itâs your favorite plushy.
Joelâs eyes move to your hand around it, and he smiles, amused.
âDoes my baby want her teddy bear? Hm?â
His voice is teasing, but he brings it away from your grip and lifts himself away from your body. You whine, trying to grab his hands and put them back on you, but the man doesnât budge.
âNo,â he says. âI want you to use your teddy. Do you think you can do that?â
Your face flushes. Itâs vulgar and filthy to suggest such a thing, but you want Joel to be proud of you. Youâre hesitant, though. Youâve never done this before, and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment when you quietly ask, âCan you teach me?â
Joel isnât one to deprive you of a good lesson. âOf course.â
And thatâs when heâs flipping your nightgown up to your chest. Your tits are exposed, along with your bare pussy hitting the night air. Thereâs no point in wearing underwear in this hot weather, after all. The sudden movement surprises you, and youâre quick to try and conceal yourself. Joel just laughs at your shyness.
âYouâre beautiful, darlinâ. Donât do that.â
With hesitation you bring your hands away from your most private parts. Joelâs eyes turn dark, expression laced with lust. âSpread your legs for me.â
Itâs a demand, and when your face heats up and you begin to slowly undo them, the man rolls his eyes and yanks them apart with his own hands.
His eyes practically roll back at the sight of your pulsing cunt. Youâre soaked, juices dripping down the expanse of your pussy lips, practically swollen and begging to have a cock between them. Your clit is poking through, and Joel might be going crazy but he swears he can see the cute little pearl throbbing.
âGod, look at that..â his finger ghosts over your slit, and then heâs using to of his fingers to expose your unused hole to him. âMy little girl is so pretty, isnât she? Little cunt is so small, too⊠donât know if my big cock can fit in such a tiny little pussy.â
The force of his words makes you gush, and you shake your head at the thought of not being able to take him. He chuckles at your reaction. You exhale shakily, watching as his fingers still toys with your body. But then he grabs the teddy bear and begins to ghost its plastic nose over the inside of your thigh.
âTeddyâs gonna show you how to play with your pretty pussy. And Iâm gonna watch. Okay?â
You nod quickly. Youâre aching, and youâll do anything to relieve it. And even though this all happened so suddenly, you canât help but be happy that Joel is giving you this much attention. Heâs been around for years, has been there with you through everything, and now that youâre all grown up you can let him take what he wants.
âYeah, dââ you pause, and the look on Joelâs face makes you flush with embarrassment. ââJoel. YeahâŠâ You stutter. A smile forms on his handsome face, as he presses Teddyâs nose right up against your clit.
âYou can say it, honey,â he murmurs. âIâll be your daddy. Use your holes and breed this little pussy just how I like. Donât that sound nice? Daddy fucking his cum into your little belly?â
You clench at his words, your face practically on fire. You begin to grind against the bearâs nose.
âT-Talk to me moreâŠâ you say. Joel smiles, watches the look of frustration appear across your face when he lets go of the plushie and lets it rest against your cunt with no pressure. âDaddy, please!â
âI will, honey. But you have to make yourself feel good, for now. Iâll fuck you when youâve earned it.â
You mewl as you bring your palm down and press the bearâs nose back against your clit. You begin to move your hips, twisting and turning the stuffed animal in a way that makes your eyes roll back in pleasure. Joel puts his cock back in his hand and jacks himself off with vigor as you practically fuck the bear with your pussy.
âFeel good, baby? Teddyâs nose on your little clit?â Joel murmurs. âLook at you, gorgeousââ a grin spreads across his face, almost sadistic. He twists his wrist and practically drools down his chin when your doe eyes look up at him, desperate and pleading.
âWonder what your daddy would think if he figured out you found a new one.â
That shouldnât make you drip down your thighs, but it does.
âD-Donât say that, Joelââ you exhale sharply, as your face takes on a look of frustration. The bear isnât doing enough for you. âMaybe I should find someone else if you arenât going to fuck me..â
That comment makes Joel mad, and his expression turns dark. With a rough hand he uses your thighs to flip you over onto your hands and knees. Your eyes widen at his sudden change in demeanor, and his palm comes down hard on your left cheek. You gasp, burying your head in your blanket. The teddy bear is thrown next to your face as Joel harshly gropes your ass.
âDonât tell me what to do, little girl,â he growls. âIâll say what I damn please. Now hold onto that teddy bear while I split your little cunt open. Because Iâm the only one who can.â His breath is hot on your ear, a bit of fear beginning to sweep into your psyche (and maybe a bit of arousal beginning to drip onto the bed). âYou understand me, bitch? Youâre mine.â
You nod, as much as you can in your position. And when you feel the tip of Joelâs length press against your hole, you begin to stutter.
âW-Wait! Daddy, I-I donât know if Iâm wet enoughâŠâ
âOh, youâre wet enough, baby.â Joel infers, as he looks down at your glistening snatch. âTrust me.â
And when he pushes in, the burning stretch makes your eyes widen. Although not as uncomfortable as you originally expected it to be, heâs still above average; this would be hard for any experienced woman to take, let alone a young virgin like yourself. You cry out, pussy clenching around the cock penetrating your womb. Joelâs eyes are rolled back, sweat beginning to drip down his forehead as he tries to keep himself still.
âGotta loosen up, baby,â Joel moans. âGonna cum quick if you keep clenchinâ like that.â
âCanât help it, daddy, âm sorry..â you cry, as he presses in more. After a moment you feel his hips press against you, his cock fully in. He rests there, waiting for you to ask him to move.
âGood?â He murmurs, questionably. You can feel every vein, every ridge of him inside, and it makes you nod dumbly.
âYes sir.â
âAtta girl.â he praises. He makes one shallow thrust of his hips. It feels odd to you, and a bit painful. But on the next few thrusts, it has your toes curling in carnal pleasure. He feels so hot and warm, and when he grabs your throat from behind and bends you towards him, he presses a kiss to your neck.
âDoinâ so good. Doggy is the hardest position too, baby. Youâre such a quick learner.â
And thatâs what you like about Joel. He pushes you over your limits, makes you succeed them, go farther than before and then makes you feel amazing about it. In your hazy mind, Joel is practically a god right now.
âT-Thank you, daddy..â
A strangled moan comes out as he picks up his pace and begins to pound you at a rapid rate. The sound of skin on skin feels the room as Joelâs thighs slap against yours.
âSoâ fuckinâ good for me,â he growls. âGood girl. Going dumb on her daddyâs cock like the desperate little slut sheâs supposed to be.â
Your eyes roll back, and he grabs your throat and squeezes hard. Your juices drip down his aching prick and he watches as your cunt swallows him whole. He chuckles when he feels you clenching him unusually hard.
âGonna cum, darlinâ? Or do you need me to touch you some more?â
âNeedâŠâ your eyes flutter shut, as you go brain dead on his cock. Thereâs a small string of desperate pleas of the manâs name in between your sentence.âNeed you to touch my clitâ Please, daddy, t-touch my clit! Make me cum!â
And then Joelâs fingers are coming down to your slick pearl, rubbing it between his two fingers as you release all over him. Your juices are gushing, squirting all over him and the bed, and Joel honestly doesnât know how you can be any more perfect. He moans as you cream on him, and with a few more thrusts heâs filling your womb up with his seed.
The only thing left is you and Joelâs shared harsh breaths. Your legs shake as you stay buried in the mattress. Itâs too hard to get up right now.
And thatâs when you hear the loud voice beginning to come from outside as someone bangs on your bedroom door.
âY/N! You better not have any boys in my house this late! I can hear you from downstairs! â
You and Joel freeze. Itâs your father, on the other side of the door.
And when the man looks across the hall, he catches sight of the empty and deserted room that his best friend has been staying in for months. You and Joel look at each other with wide eyes as your dad begins to scream, enraged.
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