#if you missed the last pt-br lesson

[romantichore]

my partner convinced me to give Palworld a try and I can't believe I'm saying this but it's such a good game? like, I'm shocked.

I was not a Pokémon kid and never even tried playing the games, so when I read that it was like a copycat I thought I'd hate it.

here we are 35 levels and lots of hours later and I have explored like maybe 25% of the map, I'm still having a blast, and I legit can't believe it's still in early access. it has features, already well implemented, that some AAA games had to have modders create.

oh yeah, and you can customize your experience at any time by just changing the settings to your world. want to make things more difficult? sure. want to have everything spawn on you at once? go ahead. play it as a farming simulator or min max the shit out of it, you can do either or both. like👌 ggs devs

plus, you know. I can give my sheep a machine gun and use my fox as a flamethrower. 10/10 for that alone

[brinabees]

The Sleepover (Wild and Eager Pt. 4)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

2.8k words, dbf!Joel, Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Picks up right where part 3 left off. You missed curfew and are stuck at Joel’s overnight, completely at his mercy.

Content: 18+ MDNI! spanking, unsafe p in v

Notes: Not me realizing way too late that I forgot to have Reader clean the cum off her face at the end of the last installment. She’s just been cuddling Joel covered in it lol.

After cleaning yourself up, you flopped down on Joel’s bed, still wearing nothing but your unbuttoned shirt, propping yourself up with your arms stretched out behind you. “So, big man, you’ve got me all to yourself for a whole night. What are you gonna do with me?” you said with a sly grin on your face. 

Joel’s eyes darkened with lust. “Baby, I’m gon’ ruin you.” He stalked across the room towards you, like a predator closing in on its prey. “Gon’ ruin you for any other cock. Ruin your daddy’s perfect little girl.” 

“You don’t think you’ve already done that? I’m feeling pretty well ruined over here,” you teased him.

“Oh darlin’, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” Joel was now standing in front of where you sat on his bed. “Besides, I gotta teach my pretty girl a lesson, now don’t I? Can’t have you staying out after curfew again. Gotta teach you about a little thing called ‘time management.’”

“Woah, woah, woah there. Was I cuddling myself on the couch? It takes two to miss curfew, in this case.”

“Is that how you see it, eh? Well lemme tell you something sweetheart - I wouldn’t have been so distracted if you hadn’t begged me to fuck those tits of yours.” Joel was looming over you now, causing your heart to race. “Lettin’ me smoke you up and eat you out... Refusing to go home before I was taken care of... From where I stand, this looks like it’s all your fault, baby.”

“I don’t remember you complaining when your cock was nestled between these tits,” you gestured at your exposed chest. You knew you were pushing his buttons, but you couldn’t seem to stop. You liked riling him up, and not just because he usually ended up banging your brains out after you did. You liked seeing the fire come to life behind his eyes.  

“I wasn’t about to complain when you wanted it so fucking bad,” he said as he leaned down and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, lifting you up and flipping you over so that you now laid face down. “Couldn’t say no when you were being such a fuckin’ tease, so desperate for it.” With a rough tug at your hips, he pulled you up so you rested on all fours. His hands slipped back, coming to rest on your bare ass. He squeezed each cheek gently, massaging them with his palms.

Then, without preamble, he pulled one hand away and brought it back down with force, slapping your ass cheek so hard it stung. “That’s for losing track of time and staying out after curfew.” You were so surprised he’d spanked you that you didn’t utter a word. Another slap came down hard on your behind. “That’s for being a fucking tease.” This time, you were prepared for it, and the hot sting of his hand made the most delicious feeling begin to coil in your lower belly. He brought his hand back and spanked you again. “And that’s for tempting me to fuck my best friend’d daughter in the first place.” You let out an audible moan after that.

“Fuck, does my naughty girl like this? Like me spankin’ your behind, teachin’ you a lesson?” You turned your head back towards him and nodded once, meeting his eyes with your hungry stare. “Shit, baby, how the hell am I supposed to hold back when you like being treated like this? Like the filthy tease you are, deserving to be punished.” He punctuated his sentence with another slap to your behind, even harder this time. You knew he’d leave a bright red handprint behind, and the thought of that had wetness trickling from between your thighs. 

“Then don’t hold back,” you urged, voice full of desire. As you spoke, you looked back at him again, seeing his eyes darken with lust, his breathing grow heavy. 

And then he unleashed himself on you. He rained down slap after slap to your quickly reddening cheeks, not giving you time to recover from one spank before the next one came. You knew the evidence of your desire was pooling between your thighs the whole time, each spank sending a tingling thrill of pain through you that seemed to concentrate right at your center. 

“Love... puttin’ you... in your place... like the filthy whore... you are,'' he groaned out, pausing every couple words to deliver another sharp slap to your behind. You squeezed your thighs together, desperately seeking some relief from the ache that had settled between them. 

“Joel... Fuck. So good.” He chuckled darkly at your words. He delivered another smack to each of your cheeks before pausing to massage the abused flesh with his hands.

“Dirty fucking girl, can’t get enough can you? This makin’ you all hot ‘n bothered?” As he spoke, he shifted a hand so he was stroking your inner thigh, feeling the wetness that had begun to seep past your folds. He hissed in a breath at the discovery. “You really this fuckin’ wet for me when I haven’t even touched your needy lil’ cunt? Pathetic.” You mewled breathlessly at his touch and his dirty words, hoping he would put you out of your misery and finally touch you where you needed him most.

Unfortunately for you, Joel was in a sadistic mood, ready to toy with you to his heart’s content. His hand began trailing up and down your inner thigh, getting close but never touching your aching pussy. “Joel, please,” you let out in a whine.

“Nuh uh, this is supposed to be a punishment, remember? Never gon’ learn a lesson if you get your way all the time.” You turned your head back to face him and pouted, letting him know exactly how you felt about that. “Don’t give me that face. Your daddy might fall for that, but I know better.” You huffed in frustration, the ache between your legs growing almost unbearable. 

Suddenly, Joel’s touch was gone, replaced by the feeling of his hot, denim-clad length pressing against your ass, grinding into you. “Feel that baby? Feel how god-damned hard you make me? It’s all your fault, so I’m thinkin’ you oughta help fix it.” You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, his jeans unzipping and hitting the floor. You gasped in anticipation. 

Next thing you knew, you felt the wet slide of the head of his cock against your slit, rubbing slowly up and down. You hissed in pleasure at finally being touched where you needed it most. 

“Joel, fuck, please just fuck me already.” 

“Now darlin’, do we really need to go over who’s in charge here, again?” You whined incoherently as Joel continued lazily massaging your cunt with his dick. He drew back his free hand and delivered a sharp smack to your ass. “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready. Which, lucky for a desperate slut like you, happens to be right now.”

And with that, you felt him press inside of you, slowly but forcefully sinking in until his entire length was sheathed within you. He rested there a moment, landing another hard slap on your reddened cheeks. “Joooeeeel, fuck,” you moaned, wishing you could tell him to fucking move already, but knowing you weren’t likely to get what you wanted if you did.

Finally, finally, he began moving, dragging his cock in and out of you, gliding easily through your slickened channel. You were so keyed up from his spanking, every move he made set your body aflame. Joel pounded into you, not even stopping when he peppered your abused behind with more spanks.

“Gonna have a hard time sitting tomorrow, aren’t you, dirty girl?” You were too far gone to answer, knowing what he said was true. You secretly thrilled at the thought of every twinge of pain reminding you of Joel. He brought both hands to your ass, grasping and kneading, before bringing them to rest on your hips. He pulled you back onto him with every thrust he made, his cock just grazing your cervix every time he bottomed out. You could feel his balls hitting your clit with every stroke, and that sensation drove you to the edge in record time. 

Your moans and groans kept increasing in both pitch and frequency, until all you could get out was a high-pitched squeal. Knowing you were approaching your peak, Joel brought one hand forward to fist in your hair, turning your head back towards him. “Don’t you dare come until I tell you to,” he said, his tone gravely serious. So, you didn’t. You rode the edge of your orgasm, never quite letting yourself tip over into oblivion. Joel’s thrusts picked up in speed as he was clearly beginning to approach his own climax. A chorus of grunts and moans filled the room. 

The pace of his hips began to stutter and falter, an obvious sign that he was right there on the edge. “Fuck, come for me baby, please let go,” Joel said in a surprisingly gentle voice. And let go you did, your orgasm crashing into you as soon as he gave you the go-ahead. Your tight walls clamped down on his dick, your body wanting him deep, deep, deeper. When Joel felt you fluttering around him, it seemed to push him right over the edge with you, coming apart with a low, guttural moan. His body leaned over yours as he spilled himself inside of you. Your arms collapsed as you came down from your high. You stayed there, ass up, face down, as Joel slowly pulled out of you with a wet squelch.

“Fuck.” Joel’s tone was distressed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I shouldn’t have done that. You end up pregnant and we’re both dead.” All you did was sleepily turn your head towards him, a dopey smile glued to your face. “This is serious!” You brought a hand up to your messy pussy, dragging your fingers through the cum that was slowly leaking out of you. You did your best to push it back inside of you, too delirious to fear the consequences of your actions. Despite his anguish, Joel’s gaze was stuck to your cunt, watching you play with his spend. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he mumbled to himself.

“You dirty, god-damned whore, letting me come inside you again.” Joel pressed you down so that you were laying flat on your stomach. “You like that way too much baby, shit’s dangerous.”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t love it. I’m not the one who didn’t pull out,” you pointed out. He grumbled in response. You kicked your feet up behind you, nuzzling your face into Joel’s sheets. They smelled like him, like gunpowder, smoke, and something uniquely Joel. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt so satisfied. Hell, you didn’t think you’d ever been this satisfied. Joel flopped down next to you, lying on his back and turning his face to meet yours.

For a while, you just stared at each other - your bliss still written plainly across your face, his hard, brown eyes slowly softening. 

“Next time you wanna teach me a lesson, you might wanna make it a little less mind-blowingly pleasurable,” you crooned at him with a smile. 

He groaned and buried his face in his hands. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that, right?” You nodded, your smile growing even wider. Your eyes fell on the alarm clock on the bedside table, noting it wasn’t even 10:00 pm. You sat up, starting to button up your shirt, when Joel’s hand reached out to stop you. “Hold on,” he said, getting up and walking to the shabby little closet. From inside it, he pulled out a well-worn, green flannel shirt. He walked back over to you and handed you the shirt.

You slipped out of your own, more fitted shirt, in favor of putting on the soft flannel. It was large on you, falling to mid-thigh when you raised up on your knees. As you did, you noticed Joel’s cum was leaking out of you and onto your thighs, making you feel so deliciously dirty. 

You shuffled towards the edge of the bed where he stood, reaching up to wrap your hands around his neck. When he looked down at you, you saw a mixture of guilt and desire swirling behind his eyes. Wanting to calm that storm a bit, you dropped a soft kiss to his lips. He kissed you back without hesitation, one arm wrapping around your torso while the other buried itself in your hair. This kiss was such a contrast to your earlier furious fucking, slow but firm. After a minute or two, Joel’s lips pulled away from yours, his forehead coming to rest on your own. 

“That was really something, Joel,” you stated. 

“It sure was... Fuck, I’m never gon’ be able to resist you, not when you let me redden that plump ass so prettily.” You giggled a little at that, while Joel’s hands came to rest on the ass in question, giving it a gentle squeeze. You winced a little, already feeling tender, knowing you’d likely develop bruises from the sheer force of his earlier spanking. “Poor baby, does that hurt?”

“Worth it. So fucking worth it.”

“I s’pose it was, darlin’,” he drawled.

Joel grabbed your hand and pulled you off the bed, leading you to sit down on the couch. He sat across from you in the armchair. 

“You’re so far away,” you whined.

“For good reason, sweet thing. Can’t keep my hands off ya otherwise. And we’ve got some things to talk about.” 

“More rules?” you asked, dreading what further stipulations he might have regarding your arrangement. 

“Not quite. I just want us to figure out what the hell it is we’re doing.” He leaned forward, arms propped up on his knees, head in his hands. “I can’t get enough of you, I know that. But...”

“But you have no idea what to do about dad?” He nodded in confirmation. “He never has to know! We’ve been over this!”

“You really think your old man won’t notice me undressing you with my eyes every time I see you? You really think he won’t notice my dick getting hard every time you walk in the room? You really think he won’t realize why you keep going out for hours at a time to see some ‘friend?’ It’s only a matter of time until one of us slips up and the whole thing comes out.”

“So what are you suggesting? Because if you try to act like you want this to stop again, I will throw you down and curbstomp your beautiful face myself, Miller.”

“Jesus, you really are your dad’s daughter. Got a vicious streak a mile wide, just like him.” He seemed caught halfway between horror and humor at your threat. “But no, I’m not sayin’ I want this to stop. I ain’t about to give up the best pussy I’ve ever fucking had.” You blushed at his heated tone. “I’m just sayin’ we gotta be real intentional about how we do this.”

“How so?” You raised your eyebrow quizzically. 

“Well, it’s not going to be enough to just try and act normally,” Joel said, leaning forward. “We’ve gotta keep our distance.”

“What, like, pretend we hate each other all of a sudden? Isn’t that a little juvenile?”

“This whole sneakin’ around thing is pretty juvenile to begin with, might as well lean in.” You rolled your eyes at that. 

“What, you’d rather I go let Dad know?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Obviously not. We just need to make sure he never suspects a thing. So you’re gonna avoid me like the plague, and I’m gonna pretend I think you’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met. Got it?”

“Fine, I got it, now can we have sex again?” You acquiesced, standing up and walking over to Joel’s armchair. Placing one hand on each arm of the chair, you leaned forward and stared into Joel’s eyes with your best suggestive look. He groaned in response, clearly exasperated. 

You dropped to your knees in front of him, stroking your hands up and down his thighs. “C’mon, old man, don’t tell me you’re done for the night already.” You could already see him hardening at your touch. 

“You really are tryin’ to kill me...”

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More Notes: No, reader will not end up pregnant, this is my world and I’ve decided these two are just remarkably lucky. Babies make bad plot devices, there, I said it.