Dom Donnie Will Be The End Of Me And I'll Go Happily

dom donnie will be the end of me and i'll go happily

please that boy got me FUCKED UP. I could never get into sub!donnie…. He’s just a tiddy loving dom in my eyes.

What I love most about it is that, he doesn’t even expect HIMSELF to be acting that way LMAO. Of course when he gets himself off he is imagining himself as the dominate one, he just didn’t think to the extent of being so aggressive.

I don’t think any of his brothers would be as surprisingly demanding like that, especially with him being a head-pusher. Raph, Leo, and Mikey are all going to be gentle as they possibly can.

Praising you and getting lost in watching you struggle to fit them inside your mouth. But Donatello? Their nerdy brother?? The same guy who stutters when you show any skin, who almost fainted when you bent over in front of him in that short skirt of yours and he could barely see the bottom of your ass cheeks.

Yeah, that’s the same guy who pushes the back of your head down the first time you suck him off so the tip of his dick can hit the back of your throat and he can listen to you gag.

The noises you make from it make his cock twitch in your mouth. He also likes pulling your hair to pull you on and off, face-fucking you to put it simply.

But after all is said and done, and he’s covered your tits in his cum, he’s going to apologize for his rough behavior. He never says sorry *during* the act, but afterwards he’s a whole different person???

“I’m so sorry, angel. I don’t know what came over me it just felt so good, I’ll never do it again I promise”

Meanwhile your head feels like it’s full of cotton, lips and mouth all tingly from the harsh acts. Panties drenched in your slick, you mostly likely came in the middle of it or along with him. Dried tear-stains on your face.

You probably aren’t even listening to him ramble, just feeling so spacey and fuzzy. You look down at your chest, taking your pointer finger to wipe some of his spunk onto it. He watches you put it in your mouth, sucking on it with a little whimper.

You look up at him with your misty, fucked out eyes, “Thank you”

He can already feel his cock twitching back to life.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Preacher’s Daughter Reader

“Tell me the truth, sweet darlin’.” Joel pauses for a moment and hooks a rough, calloused finger right underneath your chin. He gently lifts your face and finally forces your gaze up to meet his own—timid and submissive meeting bold and dominant in the most tender way. He shifts his hand and moves it to delicately cradle your jaw, his thumb sweeping across your trembling bottom lip. “Have you ever known the lovin’ of a man?”

Swallowing harshly, your hands reach behind you and clutch anxiously at the wooden table that he’d backed you into just moments ago. You can’t stop any of the lewd and sinful thoughts from creeping their way into your mind—nor can you stop them from clouding your better judgement. Still, you try with every single fiber of your whole, entire being to remember that you and Joel are standing there at the altar where your father preaches and where he delivers his sermons to all the faithful people of Jackson on Sundays.

The very same altar where you had been taught to kneel and pray whenever you were feeling lost and needed some comfort. It occurs to you that if you are to get on your knees in the next minute or two, it won’t be for the sake of prayer.

Joel chuckles softly as you stare at him like a deer caught in headlights. It’s not that you are afraid of him.

You’re just afraid of what you’re feeling for him.

“Well?” Joel finally prompts you to speak. “I asked you a question a minute ago, little lamb.” His other hand reaches up and affectionately tucks a lock of your hair back behind your ear. His touch is gentle, but his voice is firm. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer, you understand me?”

You give a tiny nod and he waits for your answer.

“My father loves me,” You manage to stammer out nervously. “He loves me and my sisters—”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Joel grins a little and resists the urge to mock you. He slips the tip of his thumb in between your lips, shaking his head lightly. “That ain’t what I’m talkin’ about and you know it.”

𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

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this could be like, a totally random argument. It doesn’t even matter, it’s not serious or anything. Empty arguing basically.

but maybe you had a really bad day, or are just irritated and upset. You start saying some mean shit and getting pissy. Hands on hips, pointing your fingers at him..

And Raphael is just staring at you like 😐

And it just ADDS to your anger.

after he lets you rant a little, he grabs your jaw, putting some light pressure and demanding you open your mouth.

you start talking some shit and when you open your mouth he holds on tighter to keep your mouth still and open.

and spits. In. Your. Mouth. straight up SPITS in your mouth.

Proceeds to force your jaw shut and tells you to swallow it.

GIRL- I would cum on the spot ngl

raph should spit in my mouth whenever he wants + make me suck his fingers too. I’m such a subby brat LMAOO

Sometimes he just wants you to shut up yk, so he has found that spitting in your mouth helps.

quickie (boyfriend's dad!joel x reader) 18+

i wrote this so quickly, it's short and weird but i had a sudden rush of inspo and needed to write it. forgive me.

summary: joel is your boyfriend's dad and you're fucking him in secret. that's it. reader is of legal age. rating: 18+ explicit (minors, do not interact) warnings: daddy!kink, dirty talk, riding, unprotected p in v sex, creampie word count: 922

his office is upstairs but you still worry that they'll hear you, even with the door locked and your face buried in his shoulder. he holds you close and rubs your back, coaxes sounds out of you that you've never made before and lets you take what you need.

"daddy," you whisper, breath hot in his ear as you bounce relentlessly on his cock, loving the way his big hands hold your hips firmly in his grasp, guiding you but never forcing you, "daddy, daddy, daddy," each thrust is like nothing you've ever felt before, every single time. no matter how long this has been going on.

"that's right, babygirl," he breathes in your ear, voice low and husky, "there you go, take it, just take it."

your hands grasp his shirt tightly, buttons pulling apart inch by inch, tearing at the seams. he doesn't care. he never has.

"gimme your come," you whimper, ass slapping against his thighs as you shove yourself down on him over and over, feeling the head of his cock prod the deepest parts of you, filling you the way his son has never truly been able to, "please, daddy, need it so bad."

a knock at the door then, loud and abrasive. "anyone in there?" you hear a muffled voice from the opposite side of the wall; your boyfriend, waiting outside, looking for you.

"fuck's sake," joel groans, eyes rolling back as he starts to help you move, pounding into you steadily; this always happens, there's never enough time, it's always a rush.

"tell him... to fuck... off..." you whisper, breath hitching at every thrust.

"you know i can't do that, babygirl," he cradles the back of your head, pulls you in closer, "gonna give it to you now, hard and fast, hold on to me," you do as you're told, gripping his shirt tight in your fingers and shutting your eyes tight as he fucks you as deep as he can, cock pistoning inside you at a relentless pace.

another loud knock, a muffled noise from the other side.

"daddy," you moan softly, burying your face further into his shoulder, feeling the heat of his neck against your forehead, "daddy, please."

you're both painfully aware of the short amount of time you have left, knowing his son - your boyfriend - won't wait around forever. the last thing either of you need is for him to start getting suspicious, start wondering where it is exactly you go on thursday evenings during his stupid gaming tournaments.

it only takes a few more steady thrusts, a few more heavy bounces on his cock before you're keening against his skin, letting your orgasm ride as his cock stills inside of you, the thick warmth of his come filling you up, spurting deep and steady.

"daddy," you whimper, body going lax and loose in his arms.

joel groans in your ear, still coming inside you and holding you still. you feel your body shake, loving the way he empties himself completely, always making sure you don't miss a single drop.

"dad?" you can suddenly make out the sound of your boyfriend's voice on the other side of the wall, "where the fuck are you?"

"can he fuck off?" you hiss, voice breaking as you pull back in joel's embrace. he leans forward to press a tender kiss to the tip of your nose, relishes in the way you sigh contentedly, pussy still throbbing tightly around his length.

"i'm sorry, babygirl," he carefully pulls you off his cock, seats you on the couch beside him, "put your panties on, keep all that come inside."

you nod ferociously, wanting him to see how good you are for him, how you actually listen to him and do as he tells you, something you'd never do for the stupid boy standing in the hallway. you grab your panties from the floor and slip them back on, feeling warm dribbles of his come begin to pool inside the material.

"and shorts," he says, meanwhile tucking his softening dick back inside his pants and doing up his belt, "then go hide in the bathroom 'til i say."

"okay," you finish pulling up your shorts and reach over to kiss the side of his face, flushed and warm, "don't forget about me."

he takes your chin between two fingers and kisses your nose again, giving you a reassuring smile, "never, babygirl."

you rush into the bathroom, shut the door behind you and lock it. you listen with bated breath as joel opens the door to his office, hear your boyfriend ask where you went, if he's seen you.

"maybe she went home," joel suggests, "i mean, it's not like you pay her much attention anyway."

"so you haven't seen her?"

"no, son, couldn't tell you where she is."

your boyfriend groans, so loud it makes you smile. good, you think, make him think i went home, give us some more time.

"i'm headin' out," your boyfriend says obstinately, "if she shows up, call me."

"will do."

the door shuts and you wait until joel knocks on the bathroom door for you to come out. you instantly wrap your arms around him, press kisses to his cheek and neck, already wanting more.

"i'm sorry he's so mean to you, baby," he murmurs in your ear, reaches down and squeezes your ass through your shorts.

"i don't care," you whimper, cupping his cock through his pants, feeling it already start to harden again under your fingertips, "just want you, daddy."

14 - Joel Miller. Joel begging is such a nice thought :)

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊-𝐘

pairings: Joel Miller x f!Reader

word count: 1k

warnings: very vague reference to suicide (character canon), use of a sex toy (m receiving), overstimulation, reference to spoilt orgasms, oral (m receiving).

summary: you punish Joel for going through your stuff.

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Creaking on its hinges as you push it open, the door to the entrance of your home is the only sound throughout the house as you enter. It’s oddly silent, differing from the months-long tradition of returning to the twang of gently plucked guitar strings floating downstairs.

“Joel?” You call, arching your brow as you kick off your snow-caked walking boots and leave them on the decking outside. It’s still freezing cold in Jackson; Joel always complaining about your freezing cold feet pressing against him as you cradle each other in an attempt to swindle more body heat.

No sound returns your call, and you begin to ascend the stairs quietly, your gun in hand. Multiple horrid scenarios flash through your mind. Had someone entered the house and attacked him? Had the grief for Sarah consumed him again, leading him to the gun storage locker in your shared bedroom?

Despite your dreadful assumptions, much to your relief, you find Joel sitting on the bed. His back faces you, and he’s hunched over something that has captured his undivided attention.

“Joel! You scared me!” You huff, releasing the handle of your gun and letting the weapon settle in its holster. Joel, however, nearly jumps out of his skin, attempting to shove something back into your bedside table subtly. You notice.

“Jesus-“ he scoffs, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly, “You’re home early!”

“What were you looking at?” You query, rounding the bed with a quizzical expression. Joel’s eyes seem to find everything but your own, the flush to his sun-bludgeoned cheeks telling you everything you need to know.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to go snooping?” You muse, enjoying the caught-red-handed flush to his face.

“Where did you find them?” He asks, avoiding your question and peering at the bedside cabinet once again.

“A shop in the city,” you hum, reaching into the drawer and picking out the vibrator he had no doubt been eyeing before you stumbled across his curious frisk of your bedside. “Couldn’t help but pick a few up.”

Pushing down on the button, you watch as Joel stares at the rumbling sex toy in your palm. His gaze flicks tentatively between the silicone and your expression.

“Now,” you pause, a smirk playing on your lips as you click the button again to amp the speed of the vibrations up, “What are we to do about your trespassing?”

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Joel Miller is a man who completely devotes himself to total control. He credited the twenty years of his survival to being in complete authority of every situation he found himself in, passing judgement as and when he saw fit.

Authority wasn’t something Joel was willing to surrender to just anyone— which is why you appreciate his absolute faith in you.

His fingers grasp onto the bed frame with a white-knuckle grip, glueing his palms to the wood as you had requested. He groans out loudly and tilts his head back, at the mercy of the vibrator that you trace up the frenulum of his twitching cock.

Cum drools from the ruddy head, dripping down onto his soft abdomen and shining beneath the golden light of the lampshade resting on the bedside cabinet.

“You’re making a mess,” you hum softly, pushing the juddering silicon toy against the head of his dick. Joel, despite the shattering overstimulation you’d subjected him to for the past hour, rocked his hips up against the vibrator with a haggard breath of despair. “I can clean it up with my tongue if you’d like?”

“Oh fuck,” he gasps, eyes rolling back when he tucks his face into the curve of his bicep in an attempt to conceal his embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, cupping his balls gently in your free palm. Joel’s body trembles at the simple touch, desperate to cum. “It’s okay, Joel.”

“Oh shi- Please!” He breaks down, choking on the words that spill from his lips, “Please, I need to- fuckin’, please let me cum!”

“That what you want?” You smile sweetly, watching his eyelids flutter as you press the button once again, the intensity of the vibrations at their peak as you rub the toy back and forth across the glossy tip of his cock.

“Yes!” He gasps loudly, jutting his hips up into the sensation as he chases the impending threat of his orgasm. It’s overwhelming him, rocking through his muscles yet failing to hit the summit. Joel slams his fist against the bed frame, spitting curses through his gritted teeth.

“Have you learnt your lesson not to go snooping through my things?” You smirk, watching as Joel’s abdomen flexes desperately against the building sensation of bliss.

“Darlin’!” He calls you desperately, begging you to give him what he needs.

“Or will you do this more often?” You ask despite his frustrated growl of your name. Studying his wet lashes and the flush of his face, you continue to tease him, “Digging through my things in the hope I punish you like this again?”

“Fuckin’- Please!” Joel surrenders himself to you wholly, begging in a cracked voice. “Baby, please, I can’t do this anymore- I need to- oh fuck, that’s it-!”

He practically stops breathing altogether when you slide the vibrator down the length of his twitching, swollen cock and take the head into your mouth. It doesn’t take much at all. One, two, three swirls of the tip of your tongue against the velvety skin, and Joel lets out the most anguished moan. He finishes in your mouth, cum pumping down your throat and coating your tongue as you swallow him down over and over, the spend leaking down your chin. The vibrator seems to keep it going and going, his body trembling with the sheer force of his ecstasy.

“Hoh- fuck-“ Joel gasps loudly, sucking oxygen into his lungs when he looks down at you. Even in his practically delirious state, he wipes the cum from your chin in an act of service, a feeble attempt to take control once again.

“You liked that more than you’re letting on,” you muse.

“No, I didn’t.”

Ellie’s right. He’s a shitty liar.

END

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