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Clint talks about food n stuff: fast food? good fast food. or just fast food?
andoks here at my place is basically what fast food should be. food served quickly, is cheap and affordable, and lastly the quality is good enough for consumption. this entire meal is roughly: 193 pesos/ $3.3 comes with sponsored company drink which is pepsico which is mtn dew.
im not sure what jollibee is doing but.. this meal is entirely ₱310 pesos/$5.10 and i had to wait for this meal. it's a bit pricier. had a coupon for the free ice cream sundae tho just for context. this is just fried chicken and fries with a drink.
mang inasal is in the pricier than but it's actually filling side. ₱270 pesos/$4.6 for this platter comes with the unli rice thing also drink black gulaman which not in photo. i do love the free soup as well problem is you have to refill the bowls yourself and they're very hot. like McDonald's coffee scalding hot. which brings to the next fast food. this is the fiesta platter comes with grilled chicken, java rice, shrimp palabok, and lumpiang shanghai
McDonald's. i actually went crazy with the promos and the coupons here. ₱248/$4.27 for the entire thing got their chicken nugs with the promo chili sauce which i really liked ngl. been a while to eat chicken nugs without feeling as if eating leather.
Chowking tho makes me think something else. they do have some additionals i could get for my buck yet they're still in the Jollibee thing but portion sizes depend on location (or time or employee feeling) like eating here is like a Russian roulette whether you get everything you want or get less. ₱210/$3.6 for this entire meal. im still asking myself why thats still the case because the portion sizes and the amount of stuff you get on you is questionable
pizzados. kinda in the side of cheese pizza and meal. im not sure if i can recommend this the ₱310/$5.3 price for this entire meal is enticing. please eat it while it's hot. the pizzas they serve are just equal to eating cardboard or paper their chicken is harder than a hard tack and the only reason i even eat here is to make me think that it's better to eat at greenwich. which is the next.
greenwich bang for your buck pizzas? meal sets that are actually a bit expensive but worth the price? yeah that's it. ₱310/5.3 (because additional potato wedges it's actually ₱270/$4.6). i still feel sad whenever i remembered the had buko pandan shakes and crinkle fries which were my memorable stuff here. regardless of which it's still better fast food pizza
in conclusion...
eating fast food isnt even worth it. like holy shit the prices man. it's more than ₱100/$1.7 price ranges and you could get a lot of that food better somewhere else. im a bit of a glutton and ordering these amounts of food and getting charged that amount kinda sucks. mang inasal tho is S tier fast food. but regardless that's me talking about fast food.
#fast food#mcdonalds#fried chicken#kfc#jollibee#mang inasal#food#they stopped exactly at mine before they started their lunch break#pizza#soup#grilled chicken#fried rice#insert food#clint talking about food#im not sure what to tag here#im running out of ideas#i havent ate lunch and the line to the water bill aint moving#its fucking 12pm#WHAT THE FUCL#they stopped exactly at mine and closed for their lunch break
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moth-flowers #17
#moth-flowers#my art#comics#autobio comics#Its a little crummy but im glad i made something. and actually posted it!#depression#Our neighbors r pretty cool. talking with the husband makes me happy cos he's just a chill dude and i think he's kinda like me?#Like he was cleaning out his car one time and he said it just takes him longer than most people bc he's kinda slow. and i had a moment of#like. recognition. I get things done but i just take a lot longer than other people and i dont really know why its just how i am#And he's like. a real adult. with a partner and kids and a house and a job. and if he can make it then maybe ill be okay too.#Also I like listening to him talk he has a very interesting cadence and overall soothing voice quality#Also the sleep schedule thing. Right now I've been feeling my best when i take a 2ish hour nap when i get home. I usually dont go to sleep#Until 12pm regardless and good god has the nap been helping me. I feel less like shit and more alert its so great#My dad keeps giving me shit about it. but fuck it we ball
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Is anyone else getting a little scared by how epic the highs and lows of a random freaking wednesday . can be
#Woke up. construction guys drilling right outside by window. stayed in bed til a luxurious 12pm. went to class late and had to#sit next to former situationship that ended so poorly but also got to talk about digital ecologies my one true passion (rare). weekly mtg#w my lesbian boss which always goes crazy. made a fucking delicious mapo ragu for dinner. fried my brain for several#hours reading captain america fanfiction (bizarre new hobby). then got a text from E from the first time in over a week.#after resigning myself to not hearing from her. saying that we shouldnt be friends basically at all basically never again#and its not even midnight yet!
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they should make a life that is easy
#brauughhh i want to throw up.#i hate it when i cant do things i know would make me feel better bc 'other people' exist.#couple of days ago the horrors were talking iykyk. and i knew it was bc it was 2.30 pm and i hadnt had lunch (12pm usually)#but bc im with my family we went to a fucking museum or something and. it wasnt fun.#i know the solution right now. the solution for me atm is to not rot in bed.#but i will NOT be walking around a place i dont know without any data or clue what tf im doing.#if i was alone i could. but theyre out there and if i want to go outside i need to find them.#which wouldnt be THAT big of a problem. IF MY FUCKING DAD COULD SAY WHERE THEY AREE RN.#i get it. im blaming other people. i am glad im here. its awesome im here and ive already done so much cool stuff.#i just.#i dont want to rot in bed right now. it will not help. but i cant do anything else.#sillyposting
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unmedicated anxiety disorder person befuddled by brain doing the disorder
#this shit is fucking crazy#im like ok! lets get our clothes out bcoz i know u’re gonna freak out but this will make it easier#and then i’m like oh my fucking god what if people look at me#and then i’m like no i dont give a fuck but then i do i do so bad#it quite literally always takes jumping myself and beating my brain with hammers just to go Do Something#like i will map out my route. i will envision myself walking that route. i will be like yes i can see myself in this building i need 2 go 2#all of that? FICKLE.#2024 xanax in my mouth plsplsplsllspls#.jrnl#i dont mean to psychoanalyze my family before 12pm but u ever have two parents who clearly have anxiety but as ure growing up theyre like#why dont u talk to ppl??? its a little weird ure this shy?? and then when u talk to ppl u’re reprimanded to HELL#and its like hey guys i unfortunately dont think this cycle can be broken i am ur literal child and u gave me this#and the world but its all the same shit fucking itself into top ten worst brain to have#me: u can go to the store and nothing will happen to u! [SOBBING]
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does anyone else have the mindset of like oh well once class tomorrow is canceled so i might as well not go at all
#my uhh#12pm class got cancelled and tbh i dont give a FAWK about my 10am class#i dont rlly like how he does it its comp 2 rite.. ihvaent written SHIT#hes given us one LONG essay for the whole semester. ion like that#i had lots of essays in comp 1#maybe i will tkae his bible as literature class#i rlly wanted that class but he is the oNLYYYY prof who teaches it. maybe i need 2 suck it up n accept that hes kinda a good prof#ONLY KINDA#he sucks mostly#at least the practice he made us do helped a lot imo#anyways fuck my point was that like yea weve had work days for like 2 weeks idgaf. if theres important stuff he poasts it.#also i havent done my bibliography im not showing up with that uunfinished LMFAOO#ok logic work speedrun then back to goofing off god bless#hollowspeak
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"people say that there's always a light at the end of the tunnel, but my tunnel just seems endless. No light, no way out, no future. But I've got you. You, my flikering flame of hope, my light in a tunnel as dark as the Abbys, my chance to still, maybe, have a bright future. I'll carry you through this tunnel no matter how long. I'll carry you on my back for eternity while wandering through an endless, hopeless road."
~me, really fucking sad and eepy. Thought up just now with my bf in mind.
I am no writer I know but this is my blog and I can post what I want :)
#i dont fucking know#writing#?#amature writing#ig??? idk#i dont really want to call this writing but its pretty much just that.#its fucking 12pm i shpuld be sleeping but oh well
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*twirling my hair* more hien doodles of varying effort
#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#viera#hien rijin#hien x wol#uhhhh yeah i'll tag him#aymeric#i ONLY will draw him to make fun of him i am of the belief niddhog shouldve burned ishgard to the ground#its 12pm#the dress i drew howlen's meteion clothes from#i went back and looked at the real picture. it dont look anything like that how did i even#i scrolled fast af past it#*dancer voice* WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SAMURAI#<joke only i will find funny bc it is only relevant to ME
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this uni is fucking me around so bad im about to become the joker
#um.txt#i call and say hey my certificate is going to be coming late is this a problem and they say no its fine just send your diploma supplement#so i say ok. then they say well thats fine for a transcript but where's your certificate and i say. well it's delayed.#and they say ok can u get this letter from ur uni. and i say that's nearly impossible bc they dont do those but ok.#then i send the letter and they say no we dont accept those. where's your certificate.#and i say its delayed. you told me to send this. so they say ok. can you get your diploma supplement stamped and signed.#so i say ok. and i do that. then i upload it to the site. and three days of waiting for them to process it later they say thanks#for uploading your transcript! where is your certificate?#LIKE THE DEADLINE IS IN 2 WEEKS IM GOING TO KILL SOMEONE FOR REAL.#call them up. 11:30. hi our phones are closed now youre calling out of hours. they're open 10am - 12pm.#ive already possibly missed getting guaranteed accommodation because of this and if it keeps going i wont get in#AND i probably wont get my fucking deposit back.
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wanna talk about jakesinu 🧍
ah yes the boy of promise and the boy who promised to set him straight if he ever gets off-track 😔 the real inventors of romance
the dms are open!! but i'll go msg u rn!!!
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My entire brain is probably going to be consumed by yellowjackets this month but I also am drowning just a lil
I have multiple papers I have to write & research to do & stats assignments etc this month. The semester ends 4/27 and then I have a month off before summer classes but have to work on a paper then too. Suffice to say I want to be here but final stretch of the semester so you know. Weeps.
#im just a little burned out#ooc.#tbd.#i have to write a paper over the summer that basically shows that i understand methods and stats and am capable of conducting a research#paper. and the first half of the summer i have an online asynchronous class thats like 4 mini papers from my understanding#but the back half i have class tuesday thursday 8am-12pm#so basically its just A Lot#i want to write i have a lot of muse but also im Tired All The Time#this weekend im gonna try and write one of my final papers#and next weekend i want to write my methods paper but i have a whole book i have to read for methods for the following week + 3? articles?#so we shall see lmao!#my gaship also apparently is supposed to pick up this month with more work for me to do and im like hehe fuck me#im writing my white collar crime final exam potentially 2 days before its due at this point bc thats when ill have class on the final part#fjdjksksa#and then there's stats! where i have an assignment due next tuesday which hopefully i will complete tomorrow#and then our final assignment is due the 20th and the final exam is on the 25th#so fkdososo lots to do and no time to do it#get your phd they said it will be fun they said#they also said the first year would be the hardest and compared to everyone in my cohort I've actually had it pretty good#I'm just a little frayed and ready for ths semester to be over
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ok i hate my parents like actually so much this entire weekend i felt fucking alive for the first time in weeks and weeks and immediately after they come home today i just feel depressed as shit i cannot fucking live like this anymore like i cant even go anywhere else its either home (bad) or school (bad) or outside in public (bad) like theres no secret fourth place i can spend most my time
#night thoughts#its literally only 7pm but it feels like night thoughts#idk how long i slept today as well#was awake til 5am#slept from sometime between 8am and 11:59am to 12pm#but idk#atp i kinda fucking wish i hadnt slept#i fucking hate this i want to kill my dad
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are you australian. you give australian vibes
uhhhhh nooooo hahahaha what are you talking about im not australian hahahahhahahaha
hahaha *hides all my school uniforms behind my back* noooo hahaha im not australian,,,, definitely not aussie,,,,,
#yes!! I am. uh. what references can i make rn. idk im in RE its draining my ability to think#ITS SO FUCKING COLD WHY HAS IT BEEN FOGGY TIL LIKE 12pm EVERY DAY FOR THE PAST WEEK#*holds out hand* lets eat fairy bread and listen to magpies together#cawcaw motherfucker
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i think maps apps need a “in general how do i get here” option cause like I know most buses aren’t running right now it’s 11pm but like what bus(es) would I take if I need to get to this location at an indeterminate time cause I don’t actually know when I “want to leave” to get there I just know I need to go at some point, so which bus routes go there and how long does it take in general. I can figure out the actual schedule later just what bus and how long does it take to get there
#shhh sharkie#trying to figure out how to get some errands done tomorrow and it’s very frustrating cause like#i don’t know what time i’ll be leaving! i just want to know what route will be closest to both my home and the businesses!#and how long a typical ride/walk is! I know it’s going to be different at 11pm and 10am and 12pm and 3pm and 5pm#but i don’t know when i’ll be leaving that depends on my day tomorrow!!#i just want [what bus routes go A to B] and [how long does it averagely take]#why does every app make me enter a leave by/arrive by time i don’t fucking know when i want to be there#and it always affects which route it recommends cause of bus schedules#just tell me which buses go there and which of their stops i’m close to idc about the actual bus schedule#that’s easier to work around than being sent to a bus with a 20 minute walk to the store cause it’s arriving sooner#when there’s a bus that goes from my door to its door but won’t arrive for another 15 minutes#y’know????????#blease just tell me all my options and don’t consider time of day i can figure that part out myself day of
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have been working non stop since 3pm
#im fucking exhausted and im not even close to being done yet#and we open on Tuesday too because its a festive#im gonna kms#if we don't close before 12pm today I'll explode a fucking pipebomb in the bar i swear
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Knuckle Deep in the Backseat (Joel Miller x Fem! reader smut)
rating: 18+
word count: 3k
summary: Joel convinced you to learn how to drive and offers to teach you, but ends up in the back seat with you.
warning: Smut, age gap (Joel is in his 50s, reader is in 20s). Fingering, dirty talk, Daddy kink, pet names, car sex, established relationship.
A/N: Title is inspired but causal by Chappell Roan but the fic has nothing to do with the song. This actually was in my draft since last year and was "finished" but it needed work lol.
The sun is barely up bit its still too bright, and the birds are chirping too loudly. You can feel the crisp fall air as you stand outside. You hated being up this early. You don’t even remember how Joel got you to wake up this early. Joel knew you weren't a morning person, but he had convinced you with shitty coffee to practice driving after finding a couple of gas cans. Said it might come in handy, and he doesn’t want you to be unprepared. The thought was sweet, but waking you up at 7:00 a.m. wasn’t. You figured it would be later in the day like 12pm not the ass crack of dawn. You followed him to the truck, your eyebrows frowning due to how early it was.
“Good morning, baby. ‘You ready to drive? I woke you up ages ago. What took you so long?”
Joel greets you with a big smile. He's leaning against the old truck, way more energetic than you are. Over the years, he’s gotten used to waking up early, which you didn’t understand. You hated how chipper he was in the morning; you couldn’t relate. You’d be lucky if you rolled out of bed before noon.
You walk up to him, flipping him off before taking the coffee from his hand. He laughs and watches as you take a sip of coffee. You walk to the driver's side of the car, and he follows behind you. You watch as he opens the door and starts hot-wiring the car to start it.
You see him standing next to an old four-door black truck, holding the coffee he had promised, smiling. “You know I used to have a truck like this; it was black—” You nod, staring at him, not really listening to him go on about his old pre end of the world truck he used to own. You're still trying to wake up, zoning out a bit. You stare at him briefly, and he realizes that you haven't been listening.
He stops rambling about the mileage he had on his old truck and the deal he got on it. “You ever drove one of these before?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer. You give him a deadpanned stare, narrowing your eyes,
“And when would I have driven one of these, Joel? Considering most cars stopped working about 20 years ago.” You knew you were being cranky, but you didn’t appreciate being up before noon if your life wasn’t depending on it.
He looks up from hot wiring, mumbling under his breath, “fucking smart ass” You roll you’re eyes and watch as he continues messing with wires until you hear the car turns on; you stare at him as he walks around.
His ass looks particularly good in his jeans as he walks around the truck to get into the passenger seat. Normally, you would try to make your staring more subtly, but it was hard since you’re barely awake; he just looked so good. The greying hair, his pretty brown eyes, the wrinkles around his forehead from frowning for the last 20 years, the cuts around his face, his muscles peeking through his shirt sleeves. You’re broken out of your trance when you hear his deep Texas voice that had lured you out here in the first place.
“Are you gonna stand there and check me out all day, or are you gonna get your ass in the car.”
You stop daydreaming, his words snapping you out of your semi-dirty thoughts. You walk to the car and get into the driver’s seat. You’re sitting in the driver's seat as he asks, “Ok, so tell me what you remember.”
“Well, not much, considering the last time I was in a car that worked, I was a toddler,” You answer again sarcastically, rolling your eyes, still cranky and grumpy.
Joel turns his head to look at you, narrowing his eyes at your snark. He knows it usually takes a good 30 minutes or so for you to be yourself when he woke you up early, but today, you seemed extra grumpy.
The first time Joel woke you up early in the morning, you gave him short responses or cursed him out every other sentence all morning. It was earlier on when he met you. Joel thought you were pissed at him or that he did something, so he responded back with short responses and attitude, which led to a lot of tension the rest of the day. But after a couple of weeks of early morning runs, he saw that that was just how you are, and he eventually got used to it. He also realized that if he gave you coffee and was patient, you’d eventually wake up faster. Still, it didn't work every time, and it seemed like this was one of those mornings where you were extra cranky and a pain in the ass.
You take another sip of his coffee and sigh, realizing you were being too bitchy; you hand the coffee back to him. “I’m sorry. That was a bit much. I’ll tone it down. Promise.”
He looks at you as he puts the coffee in the cup holder, unsure if he believes you. He replies dry and sarcastically. “I'm sure you will.” He starts talking about something, but honestly, you weren’t listening, too lost in those brown eyes of his to focus on what he was saying again.
You see him motion to the thing with numbers above the steering. You know it's probably important, but you're far more interested in how good his hands look as he gestures to the different parts of the car. Fuck why did he have to be so hot?
“So, um, 20 years ago, you would’ve had to take a test and worry about a lot of different rules of the road and deal with people riding your ass, tailgating, and a lot of other shit, but um, now I guess the important thing is just getting somewhere as fast as possible isn't it? You’d probably not gonna drive often, but it's good to know.”
You nod, paying attention to his words now instead of all the dirty things you want him to do to you, trying to focus on getting ready to drive.
“Alright, you feel those two pedals down there. The one on the left is the brake, and the one on the right is the gas; you only want to use one foot while driving; you can really mess up the car if you press both at the same time. See these here are your shifts to D for drive, P for park, R for reverse.” He pauses, thinking about anything he might’ve missed, but he remembers you weren’t gonna be driving like he used to, “Thats all you really need to know.”
You watch as he explains everything to you. He tells you to put it into drive, and the car starts moving forward slightly. You shakily put your hands on the wheel, gripping it tightly, and press down the gas pedal, nervously chewing on your lip. He guides you through an old road that wasn’t too overgrown or hard to navigate. After a few minutes, you feel like you're starting to get the hang of it. You feel Joel place his hand on your thigh, resting it there. You look over at him slightly, wondering if you have messed up or done something wrong. Still, he says nothing about letting you drive, resting his hand on your thigh, and occasionally squeezing it.
“Am I doing okay?” you ask quietly as his hand continues to rest on your thigh, slowly rubbing further up your thighs. You feel his hand creep up higher and the air in the truck getting hotter as his hand makes you feel warm. You lose focus on what you are doing and feel the car drifting off the road as his hand reaches further up your shorts. You feel the arousal building in your core.
“Doin' great baby, just try to keep the wheel straight; you're drifting sideways a little.” He leans over you, grabbing the wheel to make it straight before letting you take over again, “Atta girl, see, you're doing perfectly.”
His hand lightly squeezes your thigh reassuringly. You swallow hard, trying not to let his actions and deep voice affect you, trying to focus your attention back on the road. But that went out the window once you felt his hand rub the place you needed him most through your pants.
“Joel,” you whisper his name. It comes out more of a moan than you intended; he leans over the gear shift, kissing your neck and sucking on your skin. You close your eyes, feeling your body getting hotter and your heart beating faster. You had forgotten you were supposed to control a vehicle until he moved his lips off your neck.
“Focus on the road, baby; after all the shit I’ve been through, I don't wanna die because you drove us into a damn tree.”
You open your eyes, listening to him, and focus back on driving. At least you try to, but you fail once his fingers start unbuttoning your jeans. His hands go down your pants and slowly caress against your pussy over your panties. You feel your face heat up, getting wetter, more turned on by his fingers teasing you.
You don’t know how you’d manage to drive this much without crashing the truck, but you lose what little self-control you have left when Joel moves your panties to the side. Your foot moves off the gas pedal, the car stops, and you can't take it anymore. You close your eyes, feeling yourself get wetter.
“Joel! I can't–ah– I need you please, please, please, I need you,” you beg and whine to him, wanting him to do more, but all you hear is his deep voice laugh at you as he removes his hand from your pants.
“All of a sudden, you have manners, and bein’ polite.” he mocks you as he moves back into his seat, watching you get a bit mad.. “What happened to all that attitude and snark you gave me 10 minutes ago.” He continues as you look at him, your face flush and hot. No way you continue with this driving lesson after feeling his fingers against your core.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry I won't be a pain in the ass anymore.” You try to apologize, hoping he’ll accept it and put his hand back. You look at him with soft eyes, practically beginning him to fuck you.
He looks at you for a few minutes before shaking his head and giving you a smirk, not being easily won over by your apologies or the 180 in your attitude.
“What?. You think a few sorrys gonna have me forget how much attitude you gave me for no reason?” You frown as he continues, “No, sweetheart, you’ve been an extra wiseass this morning, and I don't think you deserve it.”
You shake your head to apologize again, hoping to convince. “Joel… Please, I said I was sorry. You know I’m not a morning person, and I never mean it.” He doesn't say anything as he looks at you. You can tell he’s debating whether to drive back to Jackson or go to the back of the truck. “Alright, fine baby, get in the back. But I ain't letting you get that easy,” he grunts in a deep Texas voice. You smile, glad he had given in.
You unbuckle your seat belt and crawl into the truck's back seat. You're about to leave the car, but Joel places a hand on your shoulder, stopping you.
“You gotta put it into park, darling, or we’ll go rolling into a tree.” He gently reminds you as he opens the passenger door.
You glance at the gear shift, remembering you were supposed to be a driving lesson that had taken a turn.
“Oh, right.” You sit back in the driver's seat, putting the gearshift into P. You couldn't turn the car off since it was hot-wired, so you watch as Joel reaches over and pulls another small lever thing up, not exactly sure what it is for.
“The emergency brake. Just to be safe.”
After parking the car and making sure the car wasn't going to roll backward, You hop over the console and crawl into the back seat, waiting for him to join you. You watch as Joel gets out of the passenger seat, closing the door behind him. Your eyebrow frowns slightly, confused as to why he was not hoping into the backseat with you. “Aren't you- where are you going?” Your frown confused why he wasn't hopping over the seat like you. He smiles at you before closing the passenger door; he opens the back seat door, closing it behind him, and climbs in, sitting in the middle seat, getting into the backseat,
“I ain't as young, and with my bad back and knees. There's no way I’m hopping over the console and crawling into the goddamn back seat like that. My knees are already bad enough.”
You smile as he sits next to you, forgetting about your age difference, “Guess thats the con of dating an old man, huh.” You joke as he grabs your hips, gently pushes you down on the back seat, and unbuttons your jeans, hovering over you as you lay on your back.
“Yea, but who's getting in the back seat with said old man and begging this old man to fuck you.”
You laugh for a bit at his very valid reply. You feel him pull your jeans down and your underwear all at once. You sit with him as he tosses your clothes to the backseat floor. He moves a bit to sit on the seats, pulling you next to him, and his rough hands grab your hips. You feel him rub up your thigh with one and place his index and middle finger on the other hand against your lips. You open your mouth, sucking on them, gazing up at Joel.
Joel lets out a groan under his breath as he looks at you, “Fuck sweetheart, look so pretty sucking on my fingers.” His praise gets you wetter as he takes his finger out of your mouth and slowly pushes them inside you. He starts off slow but gradually increases his speed as his fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot deep in you. You shudder under his touch, grinding against his fingers.
“Fuck baby, you’re soaking my fingers.” he drawls out as he continues fucking you with his fingers. You whimper at his words, hearing the sounds of your wetness as his finger fuck deeper into you. You grab onto his bicep to steady yourself, clenching around his fingers as you get closer to your release. Your moans grow louder as you feel his fingers rub against your clit.
“Yes! Yes! Daddy, I’m so close!” You feel the pressure building, your breath gets shakier, and your moans get louder, filling the old truck, until you feel his hand cover your mouth, muffling you’re growing moans. He leans over, hovering over you more, his fingers stopping inside you.
“You need to shut the hell up before you attract a whole hoard of clickers.” His stern tone still turns you on more, his eyes staring into yours intensely. Making sure you understand him, you give him a nod with glossy eyes staring back at him.
He slowly started moving his finger again, curling up as he reached the spot each time he slid his finger inside you. Your eyes roll back as you move your hips against his fingers. You felt his hand come out of your mouth, and you bit your lip, trying to surprise your moans. You feel you’re self getting closer, your brain getting fuzzy as his fingers move faster.
“Is this what I have to do every morning, gotta make you cum on my fingers, then you’ll be nice?” He taunts you as you continue moaning. Your lips desperately clash with Joel’s messily making out with him. Joel’s other hand spreads your thighs further as he continues to finger fucking you.
You nod absentmindedly, leaning your head against his neck as he continues fucking you with his fingers; his thumb rubs your clit and brings you over the edge. Joel knew, too. He knew your body like the back of your hand, even outside of sex. He always knew when you were scared when you were pissed.
“You’re close, huh I can tell. You wanna cum, sweetheart? You’re gonna cum on daddy’s finger?” He asks softly as he sits beside you, fingers moving deeper inside your dripping cunt.
You immediately nod, “Yes, daddy, please, please. I’m so close.” Your release slows as his fingers pull out of you. You feel your orgasm fading and your eyes open, looking at him disappointed, watching as he puts his two fingers in his mouth, tasting your wetness. He gives you a slight smirk as she shakes his head.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure you deserve it, after how you were this morning, all those smart-ass remarks after you asked me to teach you to drive.” He slowly traces his finger over your clit, teasing you as you whine against him.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be nice!” you apologize frantically, hoping he’ll move his fingers again. Joel smiles before he slips his finger inside your aching pussy accepting your apology, and moves his finger again, the arousal building again. Your moan grows louder as his fingers bring you to your release. He brings his lips to your mouth, sloppily kissing you to quiet your moans. You moan against his lips.
“As pretty as those moans are, you really gotta keep it down, sweetheart. Once we get back to Jackson, you can be as loud as you want. Okay?”
You nod, knowing he’s right. You really don't wanna lure a group of infected or clickers with your moans. In this situation, you’d rather not die mid-sex from clickers. you close your eyes, feeling his fingers move faster. He brings his other hand onto your clit, rubbing it slowly.
“I know, I know but-fuck baby, I’m close, I'm so close.” The sounds of your moans and your wetness from your entrance fill the rundown truck as you get closer to your release.
“Come on baby, atta girl, soak my finger, baby.” He coaxes, his voice guiding you through your orgasm. eye closing as you dissolve into pleasure. you gasp before moaning his name repeatedly. “Joel Joel Joel fuck daddy!” His hand comes over your mouth again to keep your moans quiet. You feel your stomach twist, your wet pussy clenches as you feel your climax. you move, laying your head on his shoulder as his fingers help you ride out your orgasm.
You feel him remove his fingers from you. you breathe heavily, coming down from your high. Just you open your eyes; Joel puts his dripping fingers in his mouth. You watch desperately as he moans at your taste. He smiles, laughing slightly at how you look at him still recovering but, obviously still wanting him. He leans forward, planting a kiss on your forehead, and looks at you.
“You better?” you nod silently. “You awake?” you nod again, feeling a bit weaker between your legs than before you had entered the truck. Joel laughs, gently giving you a soft kiss on your lips. “Good, now get back in the driver’s seat and take us home so I can fuck you. ”
You nod, getting up and hopping back into the front seat. You look back at Joel, watching him get into the passenger seat. He starts the car again, and you start speeding back to Jackson.
“You know, maybe you should give me an orgasm in the morning every day to wake me up.” you smile, making a joke but also being serious.
Joel shakes his head at your words, laughing a bit. His hand comes back to your thigh, rubbing it. “Just focus on driving the damn truck first.”
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