tags: 18+ only, old man! joel, fauxcest (bc caretaker! joel), reader is OBVIOUSLY OVER 18, innocence! kink, if you DONT like it, SCROLL
ꫂ᭪݁ perv! joel who’s big, rough, calloused hands grip either side of your waist and drags you down to sit on his lap.
ꫂ᭪݁ perv! joel who smirks at your giggles, using his broad strength to pull you up a little further until you sit right on top of the growing bulge in his pants.
ꫂ᭪݁ perv! joel who is grateful that you move a lot when you talk because you unintentionally grind your soft ass against his aching, clothed cock.
ꫂ᭪݁ perv! joel who’s underwear always gets wet from his precum as evidence of him never relieving his hard cock.
ꫂ᭪݁ perv! joel who lies to you when you ask, “what is that?” and he says, “oh don’t worry ‘bout that, sweetheart. ‘s nothing.”
ꫂ᭪݁ perv! joel who plays horsey with you, bouncing you up and down, up and down, over top of his throbbing member over and over, slowly bringing him to a silent twitching orgasm.
Summary: Joel teaches you a different kind of sex.
Warnings: 18+. FIRST TIME ANAL, NO ONE LOOK AT ME!!!! Need all my backdoor baddies behind me on this one, both literally and figuratively. Unprotected p-in-a. Daddy kink. Breeding kink. Assplay. Salad tosser!Joel. Olive oil used as lube because this is, unfortunately, the apocalypse, and all sex shops are out of business.
Note: Any and all characters written in this story are adults. Reader is described as having grown up in isolation, without access to formal education, and as such, her understanding of the human body and sexual reproduction is limited. This is not a reflection of her intelligence or her ability to learn the topics.
Another note: This is a semi-sequel to Birds & Bees :-)
Word count: 6.3k
This was always the most difficult time of the month.
For Joel, anyway, it was pure misery day in and day out
Why? No reason other than it being the hardest to resist you. When you’d wake up all fidgety and hot and wanting him, and that burning sensation wouldn’t subside until long past your bedtime. Even in your sleep, to the man’s teeth-gritting dismay, that body lying next to his would inevitably wind up moving just as needily grinding up against him, and he’d feel powerless to its charms. He would have to relent.
Capitulation wouldn’t bother him so much if it didn’t mean you were ten times more likely to get pregnant.
“Ovu-la-tion,” you’d sounded out for him one morning, lips forming the most perfect ‘o’s and ‘u’ while you did.
It was in moments like those that Joel regretted teaching you sex at all. Giving you knowledge about your biological makeup and function certainly had its purpose, to be sure, but when he’d gone so far as to show you—how fucking sweet you’d looked peering up at him, then murmuring, ‘Show me where it goes?’—well, he’d just as well have gone out back and shot himself in the foot. The act probably would’ve been less painful and left him with fewer places scarred than what he endured each time he had to turn you away.
“Done told you about a hundred times now, honey, that kinda lovin’ leads to babies if we ain’t careful this time of month. Y’think we need a new mouth to feed?”
It killed him to say it.
Hell, deep down, there wasn’t a thing in the world he wanted to see more than a couple of rugrats with your pretty eyes and smile crawling around, pestering him.
But this wasn’t the time for that.
You’d pout and you’d clamp your legs together, tell him he was so mean, and why’d you even bother teachin’ me this stuff if we can’t do it when we both really want to? Joel would smile and smooth a hand over the crown of your head. He’d kiss your cheek and remind you he had fingers and a tongue, too, and more often than not, you would begrudgingly accept that offer.
Today, you were considerably more hardheaded and ornery. Everything seemed to be making you mad since you’d set off from Jackson an hour ago, and there wasn’t a lick else for Joel to do other than to—
“Fuck you,” you cursed, kicking a stump.
You’d almost just tripped over it.
Joel was leading the way home after a successful supply run in town and a visit with Tommy and Maria, and you appeared to be even more upset to leave than you normally were. You’d all but torn a tree limb the length of your body off of a nearby offending oak just fifteen minutes ago, and your impatience with nature was evidently only growing the longer you walked on.
The old man smothered a smile as he turned to you.
“Alright there, sweet pea?” he said.
“Nope,” you huffed at him, low.
Joel turned back to the path and pretended not to hear you threaten the life of some shrubbery by the wayside
He might’ve carried on like this for another two hours, at least. Surely the forty-five minutes that were left in your journey home would’ve been a cakewalk—and more than a little entertaining to him, despite the sharp pang of need he felt, too. When he was outdoors, and he was moving, and he didn’t have to stare for too long at your face or your body or the little swishing movements of your dress as you walked, he was fine. Or OK, anyway, and able to play it cool.
“I wish you’d bought me a bigger dildo.”
As soon as you said it, Joel choked.
Alright, so he wasn’t perfect.
“Hon, what did I say about—”
“Yeah, yeah. You told me don’t say nothin’ too ‘graphic’ about our sex life when we’re not at home, but that doesn’t really matter out here, does it?” You stopped in place, and that made him stop, too. “We’re out in the middle of nowhere. I can say I get fucked every day—”
“Baby.”
“—except when you’re scared of knockin’ me up!”
It would’ve been funny if it wasn’t also painfully true.
If Joel wasn’t currently watching you shrug off your knapsack, drop the thing to the forest floor like a bag of potatoes, and glare at him as if he were maybe the single meanest man alive, he might’ve even laughed.
Then you dropped to your knees. Right there in the middle of the clearing the two of you had just been trying to cross, you went and reached inside your bag.
He’d bought it as a precaution—this…gadget.
On the nights that he knew he’d have to spend away from home for patrol or a hunt or just some emergency run to Jackson that he couldn’t have you join him on, Joel had bought you a little toy to keep you company.
Especially in times like these, when you were horny and heated as you’d ever been, it had seemed ideal.
He just wished you hadn’t chosen an open field almost an hour away from home as the first place to pull it out.
“Sweetheart,” Joel said, tone now appreciably firmer. “You ain’t gettin’ down in the dirt and…and…playin’ with yourself with that brand new toy daddy got, OK?”
But it was too late.
You’d already taken it out.
The man deserved to be punished a little bit.
What, did he think he could just open up a whole new universe of debauchery and pleasure and then shut you out of it whenever he damn well pleased? Of course, Joel had taught you about consent and how each party to ‘playtime’ between adults needed to give it enthusiastically in order for their actions to be considered sex at all, but you weren’t asking him to participate if he didn’t want to. You weren’t begging for permission, either. You just wanted to act on the natural impulses you felt inside yourself and not be treated like some kind of freak for wanting relief.
So you would fuck yourself, plain and simple.
Only it wasn’t so simple, really.
Joel had instructed you on intercourse, giving and receiving head, touching your partner in their erogenous zones, and knowing how and when to cum—many, many times since he’d first taught you in the spring—but he hadn’t shown you how to fit this thing.
You were slicker than an oil spill between your legs. The skirt of your dress was flipped up, and the pale ivory material was spilling out over the ground beneath you. Your panties were off, and your cunt was on full display.
Joel was perched between your knees, hovering.
A sheen of sweat had broken out across his brow, and you could see the moisture beading at his temples before they slid down, rolling slow to reach his beard where a sea of silver and black consumed each droplet. Lined and weathered and pathetic was the face peering down at that treasure inside you. Brown eyes blinked slow, as if in a trance, and a tongue darted out to wet his lips every now and again.
If this wasn’t power, you weren’t sure what was. Smiling sweetly, you moved the tip of the bright pink toy down your seam and wriggled your hips a little.
You pretended like it was for dramatic effect and not because you had no fucking idea how to fit a dildo inside you and actually make it feel like sex would.
“Lemme lick her some,” Joel said, lowering his head. He was on his stomach, and his face might’ve been a foot and a half away from your drooling, aching heat.
It would be so easy…
Just a couple strokes from his tongue, maybe a finger or three pumping in and out of you. Groans rumbling between your thighs and in no time, you’d find bliss.
But that wasn’t the point of all this, was it?
The point was self-sufficiency.
Not needing anybody else.
In keeping with this thought, you spread your legs even wider and began to push the tip of the toy to your core.
It made it less than a centimeter before it met with resistance. At the same time, Joel let out a strangled:
“S-Sweetheart. Baby, let me show you.”
“No.”
“But darlin’, you’re gonna hurt yourse—”
“So?”
With your other hand, you began to play with your clit.
Maybe a little pain wasn’t the worst thing to feel now.
A breathy moan slipped out of you, and you could just tell that the less-than-secret Sex Ed professor in Joel was dying inside. He couldn’t bear the thought of something hard and phallic that wasn’t his penis brushing against your velvety walls unless he had some sort of say in it. He wanted to teach you again.
“Pussy’s too…fuck.” He watched the silicone sink in half an inch before your hole forced it back out, leaking. “She’s too fuckin’ tight. Needs daddy to stretch her out a little, get her ready for the fun, huh?”
“Nuh-uh. I can take it.”
This time, you gripped the base of the thick, veiny fake cock and pushed up—three or four inches, all at once.
“Fuck, daddy,” you whimpered. “Oh, that’s so good.”
And that was all it took, apparently.
Three and a half inches, two seconds, and one soft, pleading look from you had Joel changing his mind. Or deciding something, at the very least. He flipped you.
He caught your pink toy slipping back out and held it.
“Hands an’ knees, baby. All fours, yeah. Jus’ like that.”
You could barely breathe, let alone process the words being spoken to you, but somehow you managed to follow his orders. Your mind was swimming with lust and a bone-crushing need, your body pulsing with a warmth unlike anything you’d felt in a while. That sensation would come in waves during the time of the month you were most sensitive, when you were ovulating, though those moments were all short-lived.
Now Joel was indulging you in the feeling, and really dragging it out. Not only touching you but filling you up with something that wasn’t just his tongue or his fingers. You kneeled there, awed, and you could feel your fingers curling into the grassy earth beneath you.
You arched your back, dropping down to your elbows.
And Joel took control of that toy, sawing it in and out of your dripping pussy with practiced, near-perfect precision. Even as his hold shook a little, when the grip of his free hand on your ass tightened and you heard him mutter, low, ‘Fuck, that’s it, pretty girl. Take it all inside,’ he stayed focused on you. It went in deep.
It wasn’t him, but it was close, and Joel was kind.
“Lemme stretch her out. Make her feel real nice.”
Your cunt was making loud sucking sounds with each withdrawal and entry of the dildo, and your legs had started to shake. You clawed at the grass, whimpering.
“Da—ah— d-daddy.”
“There’s a good girl. Always so sweet openin’ f’me.”
Sometimes you swore you could finish from Joel’s words alone. His timbre, his control, the way he spread your cheeks open and spit—it all made you feel filthy in the best way. In your current hormonal state, wildfire blazing through your limbs, you couldn’t help yourself.
Half-cockdrunk and ovulation-crazed: “More—More, Daddy. Want your cock in me. Fuck me now, p-please.”
“You can’t have ‘im, baby. Ain’t safe right n—”
“But you wanna fuck, too, don’t you?”
Now you were peering over your shoulder, looking up at him. Joel was watching you back with an almost mournful expression, and you could tell he wasn’t just teasing you when he spoke. He felt genuine remorse.
“‘Course I do, baby,” he answered without hesitation. “I always do. Jus’ wanna do what’s…what’s right f’you.”
At the same time, you pushed your hips back a little.
Joel’s crotch was aligned with your ass, and as soon as you moved, a big, heavy, denim-clad bulge kissed you back. It bumped the dildo even deeper, and you hissed.
Joel groaned at the contact, gaze snapping down.
“What’s safe…” His words trailed off in a breath.
A barely coherent murmur: “What’s…what’s…”
You ground your bottom even harder against his front, the base of your toy no doubt bobbing back and forth.
Self-sufficient. Easy.
“Sweetheart.”
In and out.
“Daddy, I want it,” you pouted.
More friction.
More pleasure sprouting between your legs, tightening in your core and all but forcing the sentence out of you:
Your mind was spinning perilously, not really forming any logical thoughts, but the concepts were there: your pussy, your mouth, between your tits, up and down.
Joel had started to move his lower half in time with yours—pantomiming thrusting. Grinding even harder when you dropped your head and let out a needy sound and begged him, ‘Put him anywhere, daddy.’
Joel’s hips jerked forward, and he cursed.
“Anywhere, baby?” he said, breathless.
He was dry-fucking you in doggy now.
The dildo was still lodged in your pussy, and Joel was still fully clothed, but he started to move as if he had really mounted you and was splitting your cunt, or something, open on his cock. He humped you like an animal in heat, grunting and groaning and holding your body as if it was the last thing tethering him to Earth.
Feeling equally feral, you turned your head again, and you asked him in a tone as sweet as you could manage:
“Please, Joel?”
He was going to explode.
You are not fucking her in the ass, Joel told himself. You are not doing that. Not now, not later, not ever.
Better late than never, you thought with a smile.
After verbally sparring with the man for all of five minutes—arguing that you should, in fact, use some ‘loophole’ that would keep you from getting pregnant—Joel had agreed. Angrily. Seeming to hate himself for it
“This is not somethin’ you do on a whim, hon,” he’d groused, scrubbing his beard in a slow, worried way.
He’d opened his satchel anyway. Rifled around in the thing before procuring a bottle of something sleek and sloshing. Your gut had twisted, but you’d felt eager, too
You hadn’t been entirely clear on what this kind of sex entailed, but if it was anything like the first time Joel had taught you, you sensed that you would enjoy it.
“So you just…put ‘im someplace new, is that right?”
“Ain’t like that.” Joel had shook his head.
“But—”
“No ‘buts,’” he’d interrupted at once. Poured the liquid from the bottle into his palm, the stuff gleaming in the sunlight a pale yellow hue. “‘F’we do it, we do it slow.”
So that was how you and him were doing it.
Slow.
Now you were perched at the edge of a riverbank, your gaze drifting lazily with the flow of a stream no more than four or five feet away from you and a sense of gentle, calming quiescence filtering through your system. On all fours again, you felt comfortable.
Joel had rolled out a blanket for the two of you to take your places and was careful to secure a new spot away from the beaten path, under the shade of a stand of aspens. Both of you had stripped. With the hand that wasn’t lathered up, Joel rubbed circles into your back.
“You sure you don’t mind doin’ things a little different today, baby?” His voice was low, almost grave. “Won’t do nothin’ unless you like it—I want you to know that.”
And if your body hadn’t already gone half-limp with all the pressure and the pleasure this man was inflicting on your muscles through his soft, kneading motions, you might’ve turned around and faced him. Smiled and said something like, ‘Don’t be silly, daddy. I like it all.’
Your contented hum evidently conveyed that well enough, because the next thing you knew, there was a new force beneath the kneading, between your thighs.
Solid, wet pressure you were more than familiar with.
“Daddy,” you giggled, body jerking forward a little at the sensation of him licking through your folds. “‘S’ain’t— ain’t no different! We always do this!”
At first, Joel didn’t answer—he simply tracked his tongue down the length of your seam from behind and lapped wetness from it. Nosed further between your legs and used his beard to stimulate the extra sensitive skin while he nipped at your slit, kissed your aching clit, and sucked your essence with the sweetest fervor. It didn’t take much for the arms holding yourself up to grow weak, then, and shortly, you were moving down onto your elbows with your rear pointed up at Joel.
He speared your dripping, quivering cunt with that tease of a muscle repeatedly, in and out again and again while you shuddered against him and sighed.
He maneuvered the hand that was coated in that slimy substance, finally, and started palming your ass with it.
“Daddy…p—please…I want…”
Joel paused just long enough to unglue his mouth from your pussy: “Want what, now, darlin’? What?”
You wriggled again, and you let out a dramatic huff.
“You know what,” you told him, words a plea. You rooted your bare knees even deeper into the blanket, and you canted your hips up. Pushing back onto him. “Wanna come, and I want…want you to be…inside.”
“That so?”
And to your surprise, you heard a chuckle, soft and low
At almost the same time, the hand covered in the slick, oily stuff started sliding down your ass again, inward, sliding through not just your folds but the entire cleft.
Joel knelt again.
Put his tongue to work again.
And for a second, you wanted to rebuff him…again.
Felt tempted to kick your feet and say this lickin’ ain’t any special or different, daddy! Sure ain’t no loopho—
“Oh.”
You froze.
Stared straight at the river and watched it churn and gurgle and flow and saw none of what was going on, really, because you’d just been hit with a new feeling.
Realization.
Penetration somewhere else.
You couldn’t even wonder at where that originated. Your legs clamped together, and you let out a breath.
“Wh— Why’re you lickin’ there, daddy?” you stuttered.
Joel’s hum vibrated through your center all the way to your teeth, causing them to grind together while you tried making sense of this novel feeling. Whimpering.
A few more featherlight, languid licks from Joel, then:
“Need it wet back here if I wanna play with her, right?”
“But that’s not my—”
“I know, baby.”
After Joel’s, your next words were swallowed up in a moan when the man started tracing circles—making an outline of a ring, again and again—and it was all you could do to keep from rutting your hips in helplessness
Ever the patient teacher, Joel stroked your back with the hand that was dry, again, and gave you a second to soak it in. With the hand that was coated in slick, he followed after his tongue with just the fingertips rubbing, coaxing the flesh. Prodding it to open.
“See, this hole doesn’t self-lubricate like your pussy does, sweetheart,” Joel said, near-pedagogical now. “No matter how turned on you are, it’s never gonna get all drippy and wet and pliant on its own. ‘S’why I gotta coach her along. Make sure she’s nice and slicked up.”
“But why?” you squeaked, reflexive. “For— For what?”
“For this.”
Then Joel slid something inside—not his tongue.
It edged in once, maybe half an inch, then slid back out. And in again, deeper, before retreating to the rim and toying with the muscles you felt clamp in unison.
“Try to relax, darlin’. Only makes it harder if you don’t.”
“But how come?” You squirmed. “Feels funny, daddy.”
Joel took a beat, and for that moment, he didn’t move. Just held whatever he’d stuck in you—presumably, his finger—and he didn’t poke or push you again, just held the tip tight to your puckered ring and hummed softly.
“Y’know the stuff I put on my hand?” he asked.
“Some…Some kinda oil, I guess?”
“Olive oil, that’s right, baby. It ain’t ideal, I’ll admit,” Joel paused, and it felt like he was shifting around. Adjusting his grip, maybe, until you sensed what felt like his thumb pressed up against that slicked place. “Back in the old days, they made real, um…gooey stuff special for doing things like this. Called lube, OK?”
OK. You nodded, still too off-kilter to look behind you.
Suddenly, swiftly, Joel’s thumb started to rub a little.
And you couldn’t say why your body jumped the way that it did, but you jolted before you could even try to keep it in. You mewled like some kind of strange and wanton creature, and you pushed your hips backward.
Embarrassment gripped you almost immediately.
Blinking hard and staring straight ahead, you shook your head, “‘M’sorry. Sorry. Don’t know why I did that.”
“Aw, honey,” Joel cooed. “Baby. Don’t apologize, OK?”
Still, your face was hot. You hated how you’d sounded.
“Would you turn around and look at me, sweetheart?”
Slowly, you did.
Behind you, your old man was perched on his knees, with a serene and gentle expression on his face. The fine lines and wrinkles had smoothed considerably, and what was left behind looked like understanding.
Wanting, too.
“Ain’t nothin’ to be ashamed of, what we’re doin’,” he started, slow. He rubbed a big, slick hand over your skin, and your whole body warmed in response to it. “Might make some different sounds, ‘cause Daddy’s playin’ with a whole different hole, and that’s OK. What’s important is that you like what’s happenin’.”
A brief beat of silence.
“That’s…consent, right?” you said shyly.
Joel grinned. “Yeah, darlin’. That’s consent.”
Consent when he edged in his finger to the knuckle next. Consent when he sawed it in and out, and twirled it around. Consent when he added a second, then a third, then quit the stretching altogether and just bent down to latch his mouth onto your wet, quivering ring.
He kissed it and licked it and laved it in saliva. Spit on it more than a couple times. His beard must’ve been drenched by then, but Joel didn’t seem keen on stopping for a while, judging by his grip on you.
Meanwhile, you were amped to no fucking end.
“Oh, daddy,” you hissed out a sigh of pleasure when his tongue slipped back inside, all the way and wriggling. “Daddy, put it—put him in, now.”
Joel grunted and retracted his tongue.
“You sure you’re ready for it?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“And where do you want daddy inside?”
“Um.”
You snagged your bottom lip between your teeth.
It felt wrong to say it, so you simply pushed your knees wider apart. Arched your spine, blinking back up at him
“There,” you whispered, wiggling your hips.
“Darlin’, you’re gonna have to say the place out loud if you want me to fuck it, OK? That’s all part of the deal.”
“But daddy.”
“I need you to get comfortable with stuff you think is wrong or ‘taboo,’” Joel continued, gentle but firm. “Don’t want you gettin’ halfway through and thinkin’ maybe you shouldn’t’a done it, and feel ashamed.”
Maybe that was part of it.
Maybe you did feel a little embarrassed that your body was currently in flames, and you wanted this man inside you so badly that you’d accept him anywhere, anyplace, even if you hadn’t the faintest idea how—
“Baby.” Joel interrupted your thoughts.
“Yeah?”
“Tell me all the places we’ve already done it.”
Your cheeks warmed reflexively.
“We…we’ve…”
“In your pussy?”
You nodded back.
“Between your tits?”
“Y-Yeah. There, too.”
“And…?” Joel trailed off.
“And…” You stared back at him, cheek resting on your forearms and your naked ass still up high by his face. Admittedly, this did feel a little enervating. But you tried to bite the embarrassment with a little smile. “You’ve…put ‘im in my mouth—fucked my throat, too.”
Joel grinned back. You took that as your cue to go on.
“And um…well, I’ve sat on your face. Rode your…thigh a little bit before. And you’ve rubbed your cock, like, between my legs until you spilled all over my pussy.”
“Anything else?”
“We did that ‘69’ thingy.”
You were pretty sure that was all of it.
Joel hadn’t been teaching you for that long. Compared to him, anyway, your experience was but a blip on the radar, and you had a good ways to go before you could say you were anywhere near as knowledgeable as him.
You peered curiously at your teacher; he peered back.
“Now, can you be a good girl and say where daddy’s goin’ next?” Joel goaded you gently. Edging in closer.
“In my, um…” You couldn’t help it when your face heated again. You braced yourself. “In my…backside?”
It sounded dumb as fuck saying it like that.
Surely there had to be a better word than—
“Anal.”
“Anal?”
“Yeah, sweet pea.” Joel smoothed his touch up your spine, then back down again. He rubbed at the muscles that were tensing slightly. “That’s it.”
From your position under him, it was hard to read his face. You couldn’t begin to imagine the look on yours.
When you didn’t say anything at first, still processing that one word, Joel went on—massaging, and talking.
“Old school birth control, I guess you could call it. Probably more effective’n rubbers. And it means daddy can cum as much as he wants, deep as you’ll let ‘im, y’know, cause, uh…y’can’t make a baby in the butt.”
You let out a giggle.
Again, you couldn’t help the reflex.
“Really?”
“Really, really.” Joel smirked.
Solemnity of the moment temporarily suspended by a couple sly, stupid grins and laughter sneaking out between you, Joel dove in. He didn’t drop his whole body weight on top of yours, but he got damn near close with the way he pretended to collapse and his entire torso draped over your back while you kicked and squirmed and bit out, giggling, ‘Get off, daddy!’
You lay flat on the blanket, belly-down, and Joel planted his forearms on either side of your frame, caging you in. He bent down to pepper you with kisses.
“That tickles!” you hissed, chin jerking against the assault of his lips. You writhed and laughed with him.
The little detour couldn’t have lasted more than a minute or two, Joel touching and teasing and kissing you in that sweet way he did, and you pretending to be annoyed. But your body relaxed, and you didn’t protest in the slightest when Joel tilted your chin back to him to get a proper kiss. You opened your mouth without thinking, melting under that calm and tender caress.
Warmth crowded you. Something hard pressed into the space between your legs, and you parted your thighs unconsciously. Joel groaned into the kiss.
“Darlin’,” he started, only for his breath to hitch a second later. You’d lifted your hips the slightest bit and pushed back toward him, so the tip of his cock was nudging between your cheeks. “Hey, there’s no rush, OK? Daddy can wait longer if you need more time.”
“I don’t. ‘M’ready now.”
Really, you didn’t understand why Joel seemed so loath to try this with you. Had he changed his mind?
With the side of your face cradled in his big, warm hand, you craned your neck slightly to meet his gaze, and you asked him, quietly, “Do you…not wanna…?”
Joel blinked once.
He looked almost ready to internally combust or blow up when he nodded his head, fast as he ever did before
“Yes. I do. Sweetheart, I wanna be inside you so bad, but this kinda sex…I just get nervous, might hurt y—”
At the same time, you raised your hips again.
With Joel’s broad and bare and massive body blanketing your own, it was hard to push far, but you did well enough. You pressed the blanket for leverage.
You notched the head of Joel’s thick, leaking cock at the entrance it had never breached before—that taut little ring of muscles—and you sank in backward. Slow.
“Oh,” you groaned at the sting, which was immediate.
Joel had been right: it hurt. It wasn’t remotely the same as being penetrated in any other place, and it almost made you want to squirm away with how tight and uncomfortable it felt. The oil barely helped at all.
Then Joel groaned, too. The hand holding your jaw tightened its grip reflexively, and as it did, his cock jerked inside you. He was no more than half an inch in.
“Baby, fuck,” he cursed. “You’re so fuckin’ tight.”
You lips twitched up a little, despite the burn.
“It h-hurts. Feels…weird,” you said honestly.
Joel halted without a moment’s hesitation.
He bit out a soft, rasping apology, ‘’M’sorry, sweetheart. ‘M’sorry. Daddy didn’t mean it.’
And, just as he moved to pull his tip from your achy hole, you eased your hips back onto him again, further.
Your muscles clenched hard against the intrusion—a dull throb spiraled from the spot where Joel was entering you, right up through the column of your spine—and a pitchy whine clawed out of your throat.
You ground your teeth and sucked in a breath, feeling as split open, exposed, and vulnerable as you’d ever been. It didn’t seem like something should go there.
But desire had other plans for you both, apparently.
The plea bled into your tone, covert and quiet.
“Keep goin’, daddy. Please. I want it.”
Your eyes locked with Joel’s, your hips stirring again, and that look communicated everything you needed.
Joel swallowed.
It had to be a relief to him. Dreamlike, almost.
“That right?” he said, slow smile starting back.
And you like it like this, don’t you? was implied.
The first wet drag of your heat down his length was painstakingly slow. You made it halfway to the base when your rim squeezed tight, and you made a face. Pain flared, but only momentarily. Joel was there to hold steady, knees firm on either side of your legs, as he let you take the lead a little. He kissed your neck.
“There’s my brave girl,” he murmured in your ear. “Takin’ it all like a big girl, huh? Like usin’ this hole?”
You nodded, fucking yourself further onto him.
New. Taboo. Stretching out a different place, all because you were ovulating, and this was one of the few ways to make sure pregnancy didn’t happen.
Joel let you sink back until the swell of your ass was kissing the coarse gray hairs at the base of his abdomen. Your hole fluttered and sucked at his cock, and Joel’s grip flexed on your jaw. His hold lowered.
And, just as the muted sting had begun to settle in your stomach, reality of what was going on and how you were taking him gradually touching your conscious brain, you felt fingers press your throat. They were gentle, not forceful. Just testing your level of comfort.
“Where’s daddy, baby?” he murmured softly.
“In my ass,” you answered. Holding his gaze.
He squeezed more, groaning when you squeezed back.
“You like takin’ cock up there, sweetheart?”
“Yes, daddy. Love—Love feelin’ you here.”
And it was strange—the harder he held you to him then, the more he stretched you and made you want to whimper and writhe on the blanket, the better it got. The more pressure he applied and the more possessive he seemed to get with each aching second that passed, the easier that weight felt inside you.
The deeper desire burned when Joel lifted up and dragged his cock with it, tip sliding to your entrance.
You wanted him sheathed back inside you.
You wanted to take some control yourself.
So, before the old man could make the next move and ease back in, you pushed up swiftly. You heard, and you felt, a wet squelch as your channel spread to accommodate his girth all at once. It burned a bit.
“Fuckin’ hell, baby,” Joel cursed.
“Like that, daddy,” you whimpered.
You turned your head so you were facing the river again, fingers curling into the worn, plaid material of the blanket beneath you. Joel lifted slightly, as if unsure what else to do but needing more, and you obliged by sliding back. And forth. Rutting your hips and rubbing your raw, wet hole up and down his shaft.
You didn’t ride Joel often. He was usually the more dominant one, wanting to take charge and fuck you senseless. But today, on this sweet, quiet, balmy summer afternoon, you made the man pant and groan and grip your throat helplessly while you used your taut, yet-untouched orifice to drive him out of his mind
Pleasure sparked low in your body, in a place you didn’t think it was possible to feel it. The pain turned sweeter.
It wasn’t like it disappeared altogether, but it did become something you could use to get yourself off.
That, on top of Joel’s strangled, labored words right next to your ear, damn near pushed you over the edge.
“Pussy must be feelin’ extra lonely seein’ daddy love all on this other hole, ain’t she, sweet pea?” Joel shifted, lifting your hips higher to fit his hand between your thighs. He groaned at the contact. “Can feel her leakin’ somethin’ awful—like she’s achin’ to be stuffed, too.”
Now he was meeting your thrusts; they got weaker and sloppier while he took two fingers to your clit and started rotating them over the swollen little nub.
Euphoria blinded you for a moment. Your body jerked, teeth sank into your bottom lip, and you cried, hoarse.
“Fuck me, daddy, please.”
You didn’t care which hole.
Your bodies were colliding, grinding in frantic tandem with one another and making the most obscene sounds as you did. Joel’s strokes were maddeningly shallow, like he couldn’t keep out of your warmth more than an inch or two before he needed to be driving back in, scraping your insides and fucking you fast.
“Wanna fill you in both, next time,” Joel said, almost helplessly. Rutting in harder with each new word. “Stuff that pretty pink dildo in your pussy while I take your ass, or the other way around, whatever y’want.”
Your eyes squeezed closed at the thought. Stars burst behind the lids while Joel fucked you relentlessly, and you pictured getting plugged up by both your toy and his cock, and you almost hit your peak in the moment.
Then your eyes opened again, and Joel had lowered his head beside yours. He tilted your chin to him with the hand that was still on your throat, pressing tenderly despite how hard he was pounding you from behind.
“How’s that sound, sweet pea?” He smiled.
You trusted him.
You nodded your head.
Then, in what felt like it might’ve been out of place with any other man but him, you kissed. Deeply. You parted your lips, let Joel’s tongue invade your mouth, and you absorbed every grunt and moan and praise while you did the same with those quick, sharp thrusts. The dichotomy was so dizzying you almost didn’t hear the good girl, and sweet, perfect thing, takin’ all o’me.
His words were so continuous and sweet, and your orgasm was so rapidly approaching that you almost didn’t say what was humming in your skull, presently.
But it came out before you could try to stop it.
“In—In my pussy next time,” you panted from the kiss. Staring at him. “Want you to come inside me, a-and—”
Joel’s cock throbbed inside your ass, and he groaned.
“Baby. Please. Don’t say it.”
You knew he wanted to hear it, though; it was just a matter of how dangerous the declaration would be once it left your lips and hung in the air between you.
The knot of pleasure in your stomach swelled to the size of a fist. Your body shook with each thrust Joel delivered, and the sweet feeling curled your toes, made drool start to peak out of either corner of your mouth.
Your eyes were as soft as they’d probably ever been peering up at Joel then, watching him stare right back.
Your insides squeezed, and he drove in even faster.
Joel’s lips couldn’t have been more than an inch away while he held you to him, knit his brows, and practically heaved the next breath out while he hammered at you.
“Don’t wanna…play it safe next time?” he groaned.
You shook your head.
“Want me to come inside your pussy next month?”
Your soft yes, and its result, could’ve ended you both.
As soon as you said it, recognition that was pregnant with meaning filtered between you, and your bodies drew even tighter. Joel leaned in to kiss again, needy as you’d ever seen him, the muscles of that sweet, slippery ring choked his cock from root to tip as he stabbed in repeatedly, and you kissed back, grinning.
He erupted inside you not long after your hole spasmed and your body went lax under him, spent. You felt him fuck his seed deep in your ass and relished the feeling, while also picturing it leaking somewhere else.
Ovulation was a dangerous fucking thing.
Joel pulled out, fingering the warm, white, gooey stuff right back into your fucked-raw channel when it started to dribble out. He kissed behind your ear.
He pressed his length flat against your lower back, wet with fluids and nowhere close to going soft after the events that had just transpired—with the thoughts that were no doubt humming through his head same as you
Over your shoulder, you met his gaze, the smile on your lips a little sleepier but no less eager than it was before.
“Well,” you said, low, “I can’t wait for next month.”
What if…we reverse the roles for a second and imagine it's you who takes Peepaw Joel's virginity?
Yes, of course old Joel dated. Plenty. I mean, look at him. Women were gushing for him. But going to bed with them? Never happened. And after the outbreak, sex just wasn't his priority. Survival was. Trust was. And by the time he reached Jackson, he'd built walls so high that even he forgot there was a virgin hiding behind them.
But Jackson changed things. Tommy was happy. Maria was pregnant. Joel watched those couples walk hand-in-hand, and something twisted in his gut—a hollow ache. He never had that. Not even once. And now he's sixty, belly soft from steady meals, hands calloused from years of work, he figured it's too damn late.
Who the hell would want a grumpy old virgin?
Then you came to Jackson.
Bold, young, too goddamn pretty. Everything Joel needed to stay away from, because his heart couldn't take it anymore. But when you placed a kiss on his cheek, told him he looked handsome, and invited him over to your house—he couldn't possibly say no.
"Ain't never...done this before," he blurted out the moment your hand slid under his shirt, while you sat on top of him. He braced for your reaction, embarrassed, but you only cooed, kissed him, and promised to take real good care of him.
And yes—Joel's cock was excited. He's old, but he's not dead. The moment your hands started roaming—his thigh, his belly, the zipper of his jeans—he hardened like a rock. Blood rushed to his groin with a desperation he'd never felt before.
But his insecurities hit hard. When you started to tug his shirt up, he grabbed your wrists. "Too much gut on an old man like me."
You just nuzzled your face into the soft skin of his belly and told him how much you wanted it pressed against you while he fucked you.
And when you finally wrapped your hand around his cock for the first time? That poor old man nearly had a heart attack. Deep, shaky moans spilled from his mouth. He tried to stay quiet at first, but the new sensations wrecked him—little gasps, grunts that turned into desperate groans, maybe even your name said like a prayer when he got close.
First time your cunt clenched around him? He was already gasping. A few pumps up and down, and he was babbling: "I'm gonna—fuck, I can't hold it—stop or—"
And he spilled inside you, all pathetic and breathless, gaping for air. His cock pulsed and pulsed, twitched and twitched until he collapsed, face buried in your neck, breathing hard. He was mortified. "That...that was damn pitiful. I'm sorry."
But you just stroked his hair, smiling to him. "It was perfect. And we've got all night."
And because he's old but not spent—once he caught his breath, his cock stirred again, curious and ready.
This time, you let him take control.
He was slower. More gentle. He wanted to please you. Wanted to make up for that quick finish. So he fingered you, licked you, followed your instructions until he had you gasping beneath him. Then he pushed in again, and he lasted longer. He learned. He memorized every sound you made.
Jackson! Joel Miller (43) x Patrol Partner Female Reader (23)
warnings: 18+ smut: big age gap, role playing, p in v, unprotected sex, spanking, gagging, blow job, throat fucking, hair pulling, cream pie, riding, dirty talk, praise kink, and size kink.
summary: you and joel are on patrol together when you are assigned to check out a college campus. you decide to tease him by calling him professor.
wc: 2.1k
A/N: was playing tlou and thought of this idea when they went through the college sooooo here’s this!! enjoy!!!
You and Joel had been patrol partners for about a year now.
What the people of Jackson didn’t know was that you guys were doing way more than just killing clickers and catching smugglers.
You guys were having mind-blowing sex.
Sometimes it was against a tree.
“Fuck baby girl, you’re gripping me so tight.” He moaned out.
Sometimes he had you bent over the hood of an abandoned car.
“Shit, Joel, right there! Fuck-!” You cried while he was pounding you from behind.
Today was different.
Tommy had gotten a call that some clickers were seen down at a college campus just North of the usual route, and you two were the lucky ones assigned to check it out.
“Stay close, baby. We don’t know what’s out there.” Joel had told you.
You were walking a little behind him, fantasizing about what it would’ve been like to go to college. Everything you knew about it had come from movies.
“Joel?” You called out to him. “Did you ever go to college?”
He stops for a second and continues walking. “For about year.”
“Why only a year?” You asked.
“Well, that’s when my girlfriend at the time got pregnant, so I put all my time into working to be able to support my family. There wasn’t much time for school anymore.”
Joel had told you about Sarah. How right after her mother had given birth, she handed her off to Joel and was never seen again. He became a single father who put his whole heart into making sure his child had a good life. Then the night the outbreak hit, a soldier had shot her. He doesn’t talk about her much and you never pry.
There was a short beat of silence until you spoke up.
“What did you study?”
“I was studyin’ to become an english professor.”
Hot, you thought to yourself. You could see Joel as a professor, all the girls taking his class just to stare at him and hear that deep voice of his. You get a little jealous just thinking about it.
You both walk up the steps and into one of the buildings. Joel looks back at you with his pointer finger over his lips in a “shh” motion.
A clicker was just down the hall. He crouches down and walks forward with a shiv in hand. He sneaks up behind it and stabs it right in the neck, dropping it to the floor.
He stands there for a second before whispering over to you.
“I’m going to clear out the building. I want you to stay here, you hear me?” You look up at him with worried eyes.
“But, Joel,” You try to argue with him.
“There’s no buts, baby, I’ll be fine. You have your gun, right?” You nod. “Use it if needed. I’ll come back down here to get you. Don't wander off.” He plants a kiss on your forehead. “I love you.” And with that, he walks up the stairs, leaving you by yourself.
You hear a few gunshots, and although you’re nervous, you know Joel can take care of himself.
Around 15 minutes later, Joel comes walking down the stairs and over to you.
“I told you I’d be back.” He says before he pulls you into a kiss. You stop before you get too carried away.
“I want to see a real-life college classroom. Will you take me to one?” You ask with your hands on his chest, while his rest on your lower back.
“There are plenty of them in here. Follow me.”
He leads you up the stairs and through one of the doors. You walk in and notice all the seats. There have to be over 200 of them.
“Whoa, this is huge.” You guys walk down towards the front of the room, where the professor taught. “I can’t believe professors would teach this many students at a time.”
Joel walks over to the professor's desk and takes a seat on the rolling chair.
“Professor Miller, that has a nice ring to it.” You say while observing the materials on the desk.
He laughs at that. “Can’t believe this could’ve been my future. Teaching a class this big. Now that I’m sitting up here, I’m not sure I would have liked all those eyes on me.”
You look at him from the other side of the desk.
“If I had you as a professor, I would sit right up front. Maybe wear a super short skirt and spread my legs a little so you could see what was between them.” You smile and walk to stand in front of him.
“Is that so?” He looks you up and down, his eyes dark.
You drop to your knees, suddenly feeling super horny from seeing him sitting in the professor's chair. “Yeah, I would probably get to your class early and sneak under here.” You start to crawl under neath the desk. He rolls his chair back to face the front. “Just so I could tease you while you taught.”
“Hmm.” He looks down at your face between his legs, resting against his thigh. “What exactly would ya’ be doing?”
“Well, first, I would rub you over your pants just like this.” He inhales quick. “And then I would pull your cock out of your pants and suck you off while students started coming in. They wouldn’t know I was down here: you’d have to just take it.”
“Show me, baby.”
Your hands go up to the button of his jeans to release him. His cock is already hard and ready for you from hearing all the dirty things you were telling him.
One of your favorite things about him was how big and thick his cock was. You could never seem to fit the entire thing in your mouth. You had to use both your hands and mouth at the same time to pleasure him, and when he was inside you, it felt like you were being split in half.
While never breaking eye contact, you lean forward to place a soft kiss right on the tip, pre-come smearing across your lips.
He jerks in his seat. “Fuck, doll, keep goin’.”
“You want me to suck you off, professor?” Blood rushes straight to his cock, you feel it twitch against your hand. You giggle, “You like it when I call you professor?”
You don’t let him respond because you take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks out.
“Shit, baby, so perfect.” He breaks eye contact by throwing his head back.
You swirl your tongue around him before popping your lips off. You lick a long strip from the base to the tip, then take him back into your mouth. You feel him thrust his hips a little, making you gag.
“Fuck, sorry, baby. It just feels so good.” He looks at your watery eyes.
You’re so turned on from the role-playing that you decide to try something new. Something you know Joel has been wanting to try out, but you’ve been too scared of.
“Fuck my throat.” His eyes look like they are going to budge out of his head. He sends you a look of ‘are you sure’ so you nod with a smile.
He wastes no time in shoving his cock into your mouth. “Mmm, my baby wants her professor to fuck her throat for the whole class to see.” He thrusts quickly, your hands gripping his thighs to stabilize yourself. “My good little student.”
You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter just from his praise and dirty talk. It’s starting to get uncomfortable, so you take off your jeans, leaving you in your white cotton panties.
You snake your hand down the front of your panties and start rubbing your clit while he fucks your throat. Drool is spilling out from the sides of your lips, and your eyes are hooded from the relief of your fingers playing with your pussy.
You moan on his cock, sending vibrations to his tip. He notices you playing with yourself, which makes him thrust faster into your mouth.
“Fuck, baby. Keep doing that. Play with your pussy for me.” You feel him starting to twitch, his release coming soon. Your cries get louder as you’re close to reaching your end, too. “I’m gonna come down this tight little throat of yours, baby. You’re gonna take every last drop I give ya’. Come with me.” He says as warm spurts coat the back of your throat and you're coming on your fingers.
The sounds coming from this room are erotic. You both moan as loud as you want, not having to worry about anyone hearing you.
Your lips are glossy and swollen, face covered in drool as you swallow his come. “You taste so good, professor.” You say as you wipe your face with your hand.
Joel’s cock is already halfway hard again just from the view in front of him. “C’mere.” He pats his thighs. “I want my dirty little student to ride me.”
You push the chair back and get up from under the desk. You put your knees on each side of his thighs and sink down slowly on his cock.
You both look into each other's eyes, crying out at the sensitive feeling of being connected to one another after just having orgasms.
“You’re so big, professor. I don’t know if I can take it.” You nuzzle your face into his neck, overwhelmed by how full you feel from being on top.
“I know ya’ can, baby.” he rubs his rough hands over your back, trying to soothe you. You finally bottom out, sitting on him for a few moments to adjust. He grips your hips and guides you to start moving up and down his length. “I want ya’ to bounce on my cock.”
You start to move on your own. “Like this, professor?”
“Yes, there ya’ go, that’s my good girl.”
He moves his hands to cup your breasts over your shirt as you quicken your pace. You pussy pulses on Joel’s cock, he knows you're close again. He spits on his fingers before putting them down between your bodies. His finger circles your throbbing clit.
“Oh my god! That feels so good! I’m gonna-,” Your vision fades to black as your pussy grips onto him. He gives you a second before he slowly slips out of you and brings you to stand.
“You did so good for me.” He kicks the rolling chair out of the way and bends you over the desk. You feel his hard length hit your backside. “Will my slut of a student let me take her from behind?” He drags his tip through your folds.
All you can do is whimper in response, tired from the two orgasms you had back to back. But he doesn’t like that.
You feel a hard smack against your ass. “Answer me.”
“Yes, professor! I want you to fuck me from behind.” He shoves his cock into your pussy once more, while your face is against the desk. “Fuck!”
This angle allows him to hit your G-spot over and over again. You feel his hand wrap around your pony tail, pulling you to arch against his chest.
“You’re so fucking tight, just milking my cock.” He pounds into your wet pussy. “I’m not going to last long. I want you to come with me, baby.”
You nod and start playing with your clit again. It’s overly sensitive, but it feels too good to stop. His hand releases your hair, making you drop back onto the desk.
You feel that bubble about to pop when you scream out, “I’m coming, Joel, Fuck!”
He slams his hips harder than he has before and spills into you. “Shit, baby. Take every last drop.” He says as he slows down his pace.
Your guy's pants fill the quiet room.
Joel takes his flannel off and wipes his cock off before buttoning up his jeans. He sets you on the desk and looks at your pussy. “Prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.” He says while he watches his come drip down your slit. You blush as he cleans you up.
“Joel Miller, come in.” You both look at the walkie-talkie that he has clipped onto his jeans. He grabs it.
“I’m here, what do ya’ need Tommy.”
“Fuck, Joel. Where are you guys? It’s been hours, almost sent out Ellie and Dina to check on you two.” You giggle up at him while he rolls his eyes.
“We’re good Tommy, no need for that. Just finished up at the campus. No more infected. We are on our way back now.” He tells him as you are putting your pants back on.
“Alright, well, hurry back, dinner is soon. Maria will be pissed if you miss. Again.”
“Will do,” Joel says and clips the walkie-talkie back on his jeans.
You step up on your tippy toes to give him a kiss.
Summary: Joel brings his daughter Sarah to the local roller skating rink for a birthday party, and he can't take his eyes off you. When Sarah falls and you help her up, it starts something neither of you expected. Joel hasn't been on skates since the 90s and definitely didn't plan on getting back on them now, but one lesson later, he discovers that falling might not be such a bad thing when you're there to catch him.
Warnings: pure sweet fluff ~ meet-cute ~ kissing ~ steamy little make-out ~ joel on rollerskates ~ single dad joel ~ reader & joel are in their early 30s ~
Word Count: 5.8k
Author Notes: This one is deeply personal & means a whole lot to me. It was purely & selfishly for me. Sooooo, there is a slight description of the reader, as I couldn’t help but to describe my own hair color. Rollerblading is a huge part of my life, I skate a couple times a week at my local rink & one week while there, I was thinking about Joel -per the usual- and got the idea of a young Joel bringing in Sarah for one of her friends b-day parties. While writing it I thought of a young game Joel, but as always feel free to picture whatever Joel you love best. <3
Also, it's my dream to open my own rink & I would in fact name it Razzmatazz, like I did in the story.
Masterlist ~ AO3
“Dad! Come on! We were gonna be late!” Sarah’s voice thundered up the stairs from the entryway.
Joel was still in his bedroom, one boot on, the other dangling from his hand. Downstairs, he could hear her shoes squeaking against the hardwood, the faint ruffle of the gift bag she kept swinging by its handles.
“I’m comin’, hold your horses,” he called back, yanking the boot on with a grunt.
“They're already saddled!” she shouted back, giggling.
By the time he got outside, she was already in the passenger seat, buckled in, cheeks flushed with excitement.
“Got the present?”
“Right here,” she said, holding up the bag triumphantly. Tissue paper puffing out like a firework mid-explosion.
He nodded, pulling out of the drive. Halfway to their destination, he stole a glance at her, then focused back on the road. Lately, time seemed to rush past him; now in his early 30s, Sarah had just turned 8 and she was really growing into her own unique personality. Knowing these were the times he’d miss one day, he tried to be present & enjoy every second.
The parking lot was already bustling when they arrived. Joel maneuvered his truck between two minivans -one plastered with bumper stickers- and turned off the engine.
Sarah was already halfway out of her seatbelt, jittering with the kind of energy that only a Saturday and a birthday party could bring.
Inside, the smell of the waxed wood floor was what he noticed first. Joel hadn’t set foot inside a skating rink since the 90’s, and it was like walking into a time capsule. The bright carpet with the neon squiggles that glowed under blacklight. The disco ball hanging from the ceiling, scattering fractured light across the rink.
Sarah spotted her friends by the skate rental counter & waved as they made their way over to them. She grabbed her skates & hurried to a bench to start putting them on. Joel stood there watching her lace up the skates. She laughed at something one of her friends said, and for a second he could see all the years ahead of him — school dances, learning to drive, the mornings when she’d sleep in & he’d be the one calling for her to hurry up.
She asked for help, lacing them up all the way, wanting to make sure they were tight. He barely got the last knot tied when she took off, stumbling after the group. “Daddy, come on!” She called over her shoulder.
Joel weaved through the other patrons and party goers, making his way to the carpeted area at the side of the rink where kids played arcade games and parents sat on benches. Joel took a seat, tracking Sarah as she made her first attempts at skating.
He watched her for a few minutes; she was doing well, possessing that enviable knack for picking up new skills with ease. Eventually, his attention drifted to the chaos of the rest of the rink, observing wobbly kids toppling like dominos and overconfident teens zipping in and out of the crowd.
And then he saw you.
You looked up walking towards the entrance to your home away from home, Razzmatazz Roller Rink.
The marquee jutted out from the building, the name RAZZMATAZZ swirled across the front in glowing neon script. The awning over the sidewalk was covered in bulbs that burned warm amber, all blinking rapidly and randomly, making the ceiling appear to shimmer. The glass doors reflected a carnival of color, exuding a vintage mid-century modern Vegas vibe.
You were still bewildered that this place was yours, that you had the moxie to make this all come to life 3 years ago, just after your 30th birthday.
Today was your day off, but true to form it was hard to keep you away from this place, deciding to come in to skate the afternoon session and check to make sure everything was on the up and up before the place opened.
Later, when you were on the rink, you caught a glimpse of the birthday party tucked into the corner –streamers, pizza and presents– you were elated that kids wanted to have their birthday parties here. You hoped this place would hold fond memories for youngsters and grown-ups for years to come. You let that thought come and go, then just started skating and enjoying the session.
Joel was captivated, simple as that. What drew his attention to you was the way you moved. Skating backward, you effortlessly weaved through the crowd, exuding a graceful and athletic confidence in every push of your legs. You glided through the swirl of motion, as your arms rose and fell. You didn’t just skate. You danced.
Then he noticed the color. A shock of icy lavender hair pulled into a half up messy bun, with short, jagged bangs framing one side of your face like a slash of frost.
Everybody else kinda blended together in the rink light, same handful of looks repeated over and over. Faces half-lit and forgettable the second they rolled past. A lot of people moving, just bodies circling, but the way you moved made everyone else appear clumsy.
He found himself noticing small things. The long line of your neck when you turned your head. The rise and fall of your chest, and the genuine smiles that lit up your face at moments only you seemed to notice. You possessed a unique, intriguing beauty that was hard to look away from.
And then he saw Sarah catch the toe stop on her left skate, her knees buckled and her arms shot out, hitting the floor with a sudden thud, just as you were gliding by.
The second you saw her go down, you stopped on a dime and dropped to one knee beside her.
“Hey, you okay?”
The little girl winced and looked up at you, rubbing her hip. "Yeah… I think so. I think I just need to go sit down for a bit. Will you help me get over to my dad?"
“Of course,” you replied, holding out your hand. “Where is he?”
She scanned the crowd and pointed.
And that’s when you saw him. Standing at the edge of the rink, eyes locked on his daughter. A tall broad man in a worn henley and jeans, with worry etched across his face.
You took her hand, little fingers sticky from frosting, guiding her towards her dad. She was more chatty now, already bouncing back. “You’re really good at skating,” she told you. “You do the fun spinny stuff.”
You chuckled, “Thank you. I’ve been skating since I was about your age.”
She looked up at you stunned. “Whoa.”
Her dad met you at a nearby bench just as you helped her sit down on it. He crouched in front of her, checking her over. “You okay, baby girl?”
“Yeah, I'm fine,she helped me,” the little girl piped up, pointing at you.
Joel looked up, his eyes looking into yours.
“Thanks,” he said, now looking over to his daughter. “For helpin’ her.”
You nodded, smiling. “Of course. She’s a tough one.”
His eyes drifted back to you and over your face, then down to your skates and back up again.
“You skate like…” he paused, shaking his head with a small, helpless smile. “Like you belong out there.”
You were surprised by the softness in his voice and the honesty of his words. “I do,” you admitted, without thinking. “It’s where I feel most myself.” You smiled, introducing yourself and learned the man's name was Joel and the little girl was his daughter Sarah.
“Well Sarah, I want you to have fun the rest of the time you’re here, okay?"
“Ok, I'll try!” Sarah responded.
Joel exhaled a quiet laugh, looking down at Sarah, grateful she was smiling, then turned back to you.
“Seriously,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “Thank you. I saw her go down and my heart damn near…” He cut himself off, shaking his head, eyes narrowing. “Anyway. ‘Preciate you stoppin’ for her.”
You gave him a small nod, softening it with a smile. “Anytime. It’s kind of impossible not to stop when a kid eats it right in front of you.”
You pushed off from the carpet, rolling backward a few inches, wheels clicking on the metal as you eased over the threshold and onto the wood. “Have fun, Sarah,” you called, lifting two fingers in a little salute. “Show that floor who’s boss.”
“I will!” Sarah shouted back, cheesin’.
An hour and a half later, the music faded, the lights came up, and you slid down onto one of the benches, unstrapping your blades and untying your laces. Sarah plopped down beside you, huffing with exhaustion.
“That was fun! But my feet felt like raisins,” she exclaimed, yanking at the laces.
You laughed. “Need any help?”
She shook her head, determined. “Nope,” she replied, but after a moment of struggling, she sighed, “Okay, maybe just a little.”
You knelt to help her, undoing the double knots. “You did great out there,” you encouraged her genuinely.
“I fell like 5 times,” Sarah admitted.
“But you got back up 5 times and kept trying. That’s what matters.”
Just as you slid off her second skate, you felt a presence behind you. Sarah’s eager voice confirmed your suspicion. “Dad! Can we come back soon? Riley said she’s going to take lessons, maybe I could too?”
You glanced up at her oh so handsome father, hoping he told her yes so you could see him again. “I actually teach a few beginner classes here. We'd love to have her.”
Joel rubbed the beard at his chin, pretending to consider it, but the corner of his mouth gave him away while he looked at Sarah. “Alright,” he said finally. “We’ll look at the schedule.” And Sarah let out a victorious squeal.
Joel had signed Sarah up for lessons that Saturday before they left, and for the 3 days since, she hadn’t stopped talking about how excited she was for it. Her eyes were bright with anticipation as they walked into the skate rink and Joel guessed his probably looked the same way, but for an entirely different reason. She was there for lessons. He was there for you.
He scanned the floor before Sarah even finished tugging off her jacket and there you were, setting out cones near the center, sleeves pushed up, hair tied back.
Sarah ran ahead, waving, already calling your name.
Joel followed at a slower pace, taking in the scene. The way you waved back and greeted his daughter, genuinely excited to see her, it made him feel good. He could picture coming here every Tuesday, Sarah improving, wobbling less each week. Picturing himself sitting along the side, getting to see you doing something you clearly loved.
Now, he watched you wrangle a half-dozen hyped kids in a circle on the rink, gently encouraging them to trust their balance. You crouched beside Sarah, showing her how to bend her knees slightly and push off with one of her skates, gliding forward to demonstrate. She copied you and you cheered.
You didn’t talk down to her. You treated Sarah as someone worth your time, as someone capable, not just a child, and he could see how much Sarah thrived under your encouragement.
He watched her circle around the cones you set up, wobbling but so determined. Then when she rounded the last cone and saw you clapping for her, she lit up like she just won gold. And God, the way you smiled back at her. He liked seeing you with his daughter more than he ever expected to. He liked that Sarah was relaxed around you, laughing easily, trying harder. He couldn’t help thinking how good you were with all the kids, but more specifically, with her. He liked how you were with her. And that scared the shit out of him.
The lesson concluded, and Sarah was grinning ear to ear. You followed her off the rink, skating up to Joel.
“What about you, Joel?” you said, giving him a playful nudge. “Didn’t wanna join the lesson?”
“Didn’t really wanna embarrass myself in front of a room full of kids.” He admitted.
"Well," you said, leaning against the locker bank, "I could give you a private lesson if that’s what you were worried about.”
Joel raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
“Mmhmm,” you smiled. “After hours. No witnesses. Just you and me.”
Before he could respond, Sarah tugged at his arm. “Dad, can I get a treat from the snack bar?”
He dug out his wallet and handed her some cash. “One snack, not five.”
She dashed off, leaving you and Joel alone.
“Thank you for teaching her,” he said. “She seemed to really enjoy it. It was all she talked about the past several days.”
“Awe, I’m glad. She’s a sweetheart. A natural, too.”
Joel started gathering all Sarah’s things from the bench, putting them in her bag. “So, guess we will see you next week then?”
Before you could answer one of your employees came over the speakers calling you up to the office.
You looked up to the front and rolled your eyes at the interruption, then looked back at him. “Sure thing, I’ll be here.” You told him with a smile, your hand lightly grazing his shoulder blades as you skated behind him towards the front.
He watched you skate away, already counting the days.
Joel climbed into the truck, started the engine, and looked over to find Sarah just staring at him.
"What?" he asked, putting the truck in reverse.
"Are you gonna do it?"
"Do what, baby girl?"
"The lesson! She said she'd give you a private one. Are you gonna do it?”
"I don't know, Sarah. I am a little bit of an old dog to be learning new tricks."
"Oh, come on, Dad!" she groaned, throwing her head back. "It’d be so fun if you could skate with me! Please?"
He looked at her eager face and sighed. "I'll think about it."
2 days later, you were checking your schedule clipboard in the office.
6:30 PM – Private Lesson – No Name Listed
You headed up toward the front counter to the rental window, where Alina was halfway through untangling a pair of skate laces. She looked up as you leaned over.
“Hey, did you book the private lesson for 6:30 tonight, there was no name down?”
“No. I wasn’t here yesterday, remember? I had my cousin’s grad party.”
“Oh yeah, my bad. Well, if it’s a man named Joel, don’t charge him for it. I’m gonna get a quick song in.”
“You got it boss.”
You checked the time and realized there were only about 15 minutes till the private lesson started. You needed to get out of your head for a few minutes, the stress of the week was weighing down on you, and the best way to do that was to skate and lose yourself in a song.
Coasting to the DJ booth, you dimmed the overhead lights, switched on the sound system, and cued up one of your favorite songs to skate to Echoes of Silence by The Weeknd.
The haunting, slow beat filled the empty rink. You stepped onto the wood, letting the music take over. Then you lost yourself in the shadows and the sound.
6:13 PM
Joel was early. He sat for a moment with the engine off, looking at the outside of the building. He could wait out here to kill the time, but his legs carried him towards the doors. He was nervous but hoped that showing up early might mean a little more time with you.
Inside, the place was empty, except for a girl at the front counter. She looked up as he approached.
“Hey,” she said, straightening on her stool. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah.” Joel stepped closer, digging his wallet out, thumbing his card free while he talked. “I’m here for a private lesson at 6:30.”
“Are you Joel?”
“Yeah?” he answered, pausing with his card half-extended, trying to place her. Trying to remember if he’d ever met her before or if he’d somehow screwed up the booking.
“I was told not to charge you for the lesson.” Offering a smile, she gestured towards the rink with a tilt of her head. “Go on in, she’ll be with you shortly.”
He nodded, putting his card and wallet away and pushed through the door that opened to the rink.
The music washed over him first. A dark haunted sound, with a sultry voice curling around piano keys. The rink lights were low, and you were out there alone.
He stood back in the shadows, where he could see you but you’d have had to really look to find him.
You looked like you were in another world.
Alone on the rink, you were mesmerizing. You moved with a fluidity that seemed to transcend the physical realm. Flowing across the floor like it was ice, your body moved like the song was inside you. Free in a way he’d never seen.
It was different from the first time he saw you dodging children — this was deeper, more intimate.
It was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen.
As the song eventually began to fade, Joel watched you glide into a stop with perfect controlled deceleration, posture tall, head falling back as the music dropped to a chilling silence.
Joel couldn't help himself. He started clapping.
Your head snapped toward him, your eyes wide, startled at the sound, your gaze skimmed the shadows until it caught him, and something shifted in your face. You looked down. Embarrassed? Shy? It was a far cry from the confident person he just watched skate with so much passion.
You skated towards him, where he was now standing at the edge of the rink, trying to catch your breath. "How much of that did you see?"
"Enough for you to earn the nickname Hot Wheels,” he said with a smirk.
A laugh popped out of you and you covered your mouth, shaking your head. "Hot Wheels? Really?”
“Really,” he replied, his smirk softening into sincerity. “That was beautiful.”
"Oh," you breathed, the single syllable coming out genuinely surprised. You gave a small, coy shrug. "Thank you. That’s... that’s actually really sweet of you to say."
His softer expression lingered, a small, genuine smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. "Well, I guess I'll have to be sweet more often if it gets that look out of you." Joel didn't look away as the pink creep of a blush started to color your cheeks. "You can shrug it off all you want, but you were incredible. Seriously."
"Thank you, Joel," you said softly, leaning against the railing. “So it’s you that's here for the private lesson, huh?”
"Yeah," he said, looking down at his boots. "Sarah said it'd be fun if I could skate with her. Didn't want to let her down."
"Awe... you’re such a good dad." You gestured to the rental counter. "C’mon let’s get you some skates and get started."
10 minutes later, you took both of Joel’s hands and were leading him out onto the rink. He was already taller than you without skates on, but with them, it was ridiculous.
You craned your neck to look up at him. “I can see why you’d be a little wary and scared to fall, you’ve got a long way down from up there.” You teased.
Joel looked down at you, his eyes narrowing playfully. “Yeah, you look pretty small down there.”
You chuckled, skating backward, pulling him slowly. "Just look at me. Don't look at your feet. If you look at your feet, chances go up that you’ll go down."
"I'm tryin'," he grunted, his legs stiff as boards.
“Bend your knees… like this” you demonstrated, while also trying not to laugh at how cute he was giving it his all.
He mimicked you, his grip taking a strong hold on your hands.
“Good. Now just relax and let me pull you, so you can get used to rolling.” You continued backward slowly, still holding him. He wobbled, chuckled, then muttered something about having giraffe legs.
You grinned at his little joke. “You’re doing fine. You wanna try and coast by yourself?”
Without answering, he let go of your hands, seemingly confident, but he didn’t get far before his arms began windmilling, trying to regain balance.
"Whoa—!" He reached for you instinctively, and his arm hooked around your waist.
"Joel, wait—" You tried to steady him, planting one of your blades sideways to keep him up right but his weight and momentum were too much. He went down, taking you right along with him. Both landing in a heap, you pinned between his chest and the floor.
“Oh shit—sorry! I’m so sorry,” he said, with concern flooding his voice. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
You looked up at him, giggling. “No, I’m okay, are you?”
“I think so,” he panted. “Don’t think my pride’s gonna make it, though.”
You laughed again. “Guess I’m not the best teacher.”
Joel groaned, resting his forehead against your shoulder for a second before looking back up. “Nah. It’s me. I skate like a newborn deer on ice.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve got a whole hour to fix that.”
He pushed up and leaned back like he was going to get off you and stopped, hovering over your body, looking down at you. His eyes dropped to your mouth before quickly meeting your eyes again.
You chuckled, trying to neutralize the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "Okay, Bambi," you teased, reaching up to pat his shoulder. "Let’s get you back on your hooves."
Joel smiled, shifting his weight off you. "Easier said than done. I feel like I’ve got bricks tied to my feet.”
You stood up, looking down at him. He was still on his hands and knees.
"Put one foot flat," you instructed, skating around to stand behind him. "Hands on your knee. Push up... slowly, don’t rush it.”
Joel looked like he was performing a high-stakes balancing act and as soon as his legs started to straighten, his wheels rolled out in front of him.
"I gotcha, I gotcha," you said, quickly wrapping your arms around his waist to secure him.
He steadied instantly, his back pressed against your chest. He was so solid, such a big hunk of a man. For a second, the silence of the empty rink felt a lot louder. You could feel his heart hammering pressed up against him through the back of his shirt.
Your arms were wrapped around him like a safety belt. He felt like a damn fool, knowing he could have hurt you, taking you down like that cause he couldn’t keep his balance, but you didn’t seem to mind.
Joel looked down at your small hands that were wrapped around the front of him, fighting a smile that was widening across his face.
Once stable on both feet, he slowly turned around in your grip, keeping his feet braced in a 'V' shape like you’d taught Sarah, he might have been looking at you most of the time during her lesson but he was paying attention to what you were teaching her.
Now he was looking down at you, and the playful smirk on your face told him you knew exactly how much of a mess he was.
"You aren't gonna let me go now, were you?" he asked, his hands finding your upper arms just to be sure.
"Not until I'm sure you won't take us both down again," you laughed, your eyes reflecting neon from the lights above. "You were doing great, Joel. Especially, for a first-timer who is built like a linebacker, you are actually pretty light on your feet.”
"You're a terrible liar," he muttered, but he couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. "But lets keep going and try again."
"Okay, I’m glad to hear you aren't ready to give up after that fall." You said, stepping back just an inch, your hands going from his waist to his forearms. "Let’s try it again. No more falling. Just look at me, Joel. Just me."
Easy enough. He thought he could stare at you all day, no problem.
You started to skate backward, drawing him with you. He was hesitant at first, his eyes darting to the floor, but then they locked onto you. He took a stride, then another, his confidence building slowly. The clatter of his rental skates found a flow, moving together across the rink.
"See?" You told him, a soft smile growing on your face. "You're a natural, just like Sarah."
"Nah, I think we just have a really good teacher."
After a while, he became more sure-footed. Pushing himself along a few times with you right there, his long legs getting down the proper movement. He actually let out a short, triumphant huff of a laugh. "Look at that. I'm doin' it."
“Yeah! You are!” you cheered.
As you were getting closer to the far back wall of the rink, where the neon shadows were deepest, Joel stopped pushing, his skates almost coming to a stop. You still were in front of him skating backwards, hands barely lifted towards him, ready to help at a moment's notice if needed.
But Joel wanted to hold your hands again, so he faked a little wobble and shot his hands out towards yours. Instincts kicked in and you lunged forward, grabbing his hands with rapid swiftness. "I got you!" you gasped, braced for the impact of his weight. But the heaviness of his weight never came. Instead, Joel found his balance with suspicious ease and you knew then he did that on purpose. But you didn’t call him out.
Once he had your hands he pushed off gently with his skate, propelling you both slowly towards the carpeted wall. You didn’t realize how close you were until your back wheels kissed the baseboard with a soft tick. Your body stopped, his didn’t, gliding right up into your space, the large frame of him boxing you in. He didn't step back. He planted his skates on either side of yours, his hands holding yours, he gently pinned you against the wall.
“Thank you,” he said, sincerely. “For… ya know the lesson, and for puttin’ up with me.”
“Anytime, Miller.” Your eyes searched his as you licked your lips, drawing his attention fully.
In one smooth motion, his hands slid from yours, one coming up to cup the side of our neck, this thumb tracing the line of your jaw, tilting your face up towards his. The rough pad of his thumb that dragged across your skin was a stark contrast to the softness of the moment.
Joel closed the bit of space between you that remained and kissed you. Just a slow press of his lips to yours. When his lips pulled away, a sweet little sound escaped your mouth and he kissed you again.
His tongue licked up the outside of your lips before he sucked gently at your bottom lip, the soft tug, flooded your body with want. You exhaled against his mouth and felt him respond to it immediately, his grip that now held your waist tightened, while your fingers knotted into the shirt on his chest.
His lips felt familiar in a way that made no sense for a first kiss, your mouths moving like they already knew each other.
Joel’s hand slid from your waist, to wrap his big arm around your back, pulling you in, pressing you against him. His other hand still cradled your neck and jaw as his mouth moved against yours in long, slow pulls – tasting you.
When he finally drew back, he did it in increments. His lips brushing yours once more, then again, lighter, softer, the kisses becoming smaller and smaller until there was hardly any contact, easing you both back into the world gradually.
His forehead came to rest against yours, both of you breathing unevenly.
You laughed softly, your head spinning more than it ever had from spinning on your rollerblades. “I didn't remember that being in the lesson plan.”
"Consider it my extra credit," he replied, his thumb tracing your lower lip before he straightened up, though he didn't let go of your waist. "Now, you think we could make it back to the benches without me ending up on my backside again?” Joel asked.
"I think we can manage that," you said, stepping out from the wall. You took his hand and he let you lead him slowly toward the rink's edge, his stride still cautious but more fluid than when the hour started.
Once off the rink, you both sank onto one of the benches. Joel stretched his long legs out in front of him, rental skates clunking awkwardly against the carpet. He glanced sideways at you with a boyish grin.
“I can't believe I let my 8 year old talk me into this... I mean I'm really glad she did,” he said, shaking his head. “But I'm gonna be sore tomorrow.”
You laughed, nudging his shoulder with yours. “Hey, you did better than most grown men after not having been on skates for years… and you only took me down once. I’d say that was a win-win!”
“Once was enough,” he muttered, eyes meeting yours. “But I didn't mind the landing.”
Heat flushed your cheeks, remembering the moment. “Yeah, I'd say you stuck the landing.”
You busied yourself, unlacing your own skates to hide the smile you couldn’t quite suppress.
Joel leaned forward, elbows on his knees, watching you. “So… how long have you worked here?” he asked, genuinely curious.
“Since the day it opened, actually. I own the place.”
Joel’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “You own this place?”
You shrugged lightly, playing down your feeling of pride. “Mmhm. It was a risk, but I couldn’t imagine doing anything else.”
“Gotta say, I'm pretty impressed.”
“Thank you, what about you?” you asked, turning the focus back on him. “What does Joel do when he isn't knocking over skating instructors?”
He chuckled. “Construction, mostly. Remodeling old houses, trying to build things that last. Sarah keeps me busy the rest of the time.” His expression became vulnerable at the mention of his daughter. “She’s been through a lot. Her mom… well, it’s just been the two of us for a while now, and seeing her laugh, getting excited about something new like skating… there's nothing in the world like it.”
You reached over and gently squeezed his forearm. “She's lucky to have such a great dad, like you.”
A comfortable silence fell between you. Joel glanced out at the rink, then back at you.
“Listen,” he started, sounding a touch nervous, “I—I’d really like to see you again… and not just when I bring Sarah for her lessons. Maybe dinner? Or coffee? You know something that didn’t involve me flailing around and making a fool of myself.”
You bit your lip, trying and failing to hide your grin. “I think I’d like that. A lot.”
His shoulders relaxed, and that genuine, heart-melting smile returned. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you confirmed, shaking your head. “But fair warning, I might still make you skate with me sometimes.”
Joel laughed, the deep sound filling the quiet rink. “As long as you promise to catch me when I inevitably try to eat it again.”
“Deal,” you said, offering your pinky.
He hooked his much larger pinky around yours. “Deal.” he said, shaking on it.
When he finally released it, he stood, offering you a hand up.
In the weeks that followed, that first date turned into several more. You and Joel spent time getting to know each other away from the bright lights and rolling wheels of the rink. He took you to a little pho restaurant downtown where you slurped down dinner together. One morning you wandered through the local farmer’s market, sharing bites of fresh pastries, laughing and enjoying each other's company. Each date revealed new layers and the more time you spent together, the easier the conversations flowed and the stronger the pull between you grew.
Sarah kept coming to her lessons, getting more confident on her skates every Tuesday, and to your delight, Joel started joining her more often. He’d catch your eye across the rink as he skated with Sarah, offering small smiles that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter harder each time.
His skating improved slowly but surely, especially when you were the one guiding him.
Then one Saturday evening, after the regular session had ended and all the families had cleared out, Joel and Sarah stayed behind. The overhead lights had dimmed to their soft nighttime glow, and the music played low in the background.
You and Joel found yourselves in the middle of the empty rink, holding onto each other. His hands rested gently at your waist while yours rested on his broad shoulders. He’d gotten much better at balancing, but right then neither of you were focused on skating technique.
Joel leaned down, brushing his lips against yours in a slow, sweet kiss. You smiled into it, kissing him back, then again — soft, drawn out presses that made the world feel wonderfully exciting again.
Around you, Sarah skated, her laughter echoing lightly off the walls. She zipped past several times, then slowed beside you both with a dramatic sigh.
“Come on, Dad! Not on the rink!” she called out, rolling her eyes, trying to sound stern but failing to hide her giggle. “You are supposed to be practicing your skate moves, not practicing kissing!”
Joel broke the kiss with a low chuckle, forehead still resting against yours for a second. “Sorry, kiddo,” he said, though the grin on his face that showed he wasn’t sorry at all. “Couldn’t help it, your teacher made it really hard to concentrate on skating.”
You laughed softly, giving his lips another peck. Sarah shook her head dramatically and pushed off again. “You two are so embarrassing… but kinda cute too… I guess.”
Joel watched Sarah skate off, then looked down at you. “Well. We've officially been judged.”
You smiled up at him. “Seems like we got a pretty decent score.”
“Long as she’s smilin’.” He glanced toward Sarah. “ I'm good with whatever score she give us.”
Razzmatazz had always felt like home, but now with Joel’s hand in yours and Sarah’s wheels rolling around the hardwood, it felt more like home than ever before.
I hope you enjoyed it! I’d love to hear your thoughts on it, if you feel so inclined. It really keeps me going and writing! Please consider reblogging. Love you all! <3
pairing: joel miller x f!reader
word count: 3,053
summary: textfic! a wrong number text turns into something neither of you meant to start.
warnings: rated t. past discussion of domestic violence
a/n: it seems insane to actually be posting this. this was written last summer and my lovely beta @joelsgoodgirl read it last november. but it just kind of sat in my drafts for months until someone on twitter mentioned how text fics were underrated. so here we are.
this fic is meant to be read in 8 parts, but i hate clogging the tags, especially when it is available directly on a03. so, i've pared it down to 3 parts for tumblr's sake.
i apologize in advance for tumblr's shitty formatting
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Joel
Reader
Reader's Friend
Tommy
Wednesday, May 21
(12:37pm)
I’m so done with this day already
Verizon said they could move all my contacts over but I’ve been adding every single number in manually for the last hour
(5:16pm)
Wrong number
(5:18pm)
Sorry, swapped the last two digits!
Saturday, May 24
(10:06am)
Why do all exits off I-35 look exactly the same?
(10:08am)
Between that and all this construction, I’m never going to make it
Just go on without me.
(10:24am)
Still not who you're lookin for
(10:26am)
Sorry! Fucking Siri.
Tuesday, May 27
(11:41am)
I am overwhelmed by the sheer number of food trucks and restaurants in this town
(12:02pm)
Best is Vazquez #1 in north Austin or Habanero Cafe
(12:03pm)
Sorry, don’t mean to keep texting you.
My phone refuses to cooperate
(12:05pm)
Thanks for the recommendations though!
(1:24pm)
Wow
(1:27pm)
Sorry, I’m at Vazquez #1 right now and…just wow
(1:30pm)
Thank you again!
Saturday, May 31
(10:23am)
I had no idea breakfast tacos were a thing
(10:25am)
A thing?
(10:25am)
A thing to exist.
I mean, breakfast burritos, sure. But tacos?
(10:27am)
You sure text a lot
(10:29am)
Not my fault.
Your food recommendations have proven to be amazing.
(10:31am)
You might have to start charging for your services if you keep it up
(11:52am)
Note to self: don’t try to hike after eating three breakfast tacos
(11:57am)
How’s it a note to yourself if you're texting me?
(11:58am)
Touche
(11:58am)
Also maybe don’t try hiking at noon when it’s nearly 90 out
(11:59am)I’m not from here
How was I supposed to know that?
(12:04pm)
Common sense
Monday, June 2
(1:55pm)
You ain’t one of them vegetarians right?
(1:56pm)
No
(2:04pm)
Good. Try Stiles Switch bbq
(2:06pm)
…I don’t like barbeque
(2:09pm)Aw hell. You pulling my leg?
(2:11pm)
Nope
(2:16pm)
Can i ask you something?and i dont mean it to make you feel dumb or sound condescending
(2:18pm)
Okay…
(2:21pm)
Have you had Texas bbq before?
and i mean real bbq not a chain like Dickeys
(2:23pm)
I don’t know what that is
(2:36pm)
Jesus…what have you had?
(2:40pm)
It wasn’t in Texas…
It was back in Michigan
(3:01pm)
Do me a favor and just go.
You gotta at least get the brisket and the corn casserole
(3:05pm)
and the banana pudding
(3:37pm)
I don't like banana
(4:02pm)
Of course you dont
Wednesday, June 4
(12:28pm)
$30?!
(12:34pm)
Worth it
(12:35pm)
Can I submit a request for reimbursement?
(12:37pm)
From who?
(12:37pm)
You
(12:38pm)
no
(12:44pm)
This better be the best goddamn food in Texas
(12:47pm)
not like I dragged you there
(12:48pm)
Easy for you to say when you’re not the one spending the money
(12:52pm)
Could've looked it up beforehand
(12:45pm)
And been spoiled?
(12:52pm)
Then quit your gripin'
(1:12pm)
Oh fuck you
(1:13pm)
You got a mouth on you
(1:15pm)
This IS the best goddamn food in Texas
(1:17pm)
I’m a BBQ convert
(1:20pm)
There’s hope for you yet
(1:21pm)
Good, cause I’m keeping you around
(1:24pm)
Keeping me?
(1:26pm)
For your food recommendations, obviously.
Maybe I’ll change your contact name in my phone
(1:27pm)
From?
(1:28pm)
STOP TEXTING THIS NUMBER
(1:45pm)
Shit, sorry.
I didn’t mean that as in stop texting me
(1:56pm)
Unless you want to
(2:37pm)
I meant that’s what I had you in my phone as…
(6:03pm)
Joel
(6:05pm)
Excuse you?
(6:09pm)
That's what you can put me in your phone as
(6:10pm)
Joel
(6:11pm)
Yep
(6:11pm)
Hi Joel
(6:12pm)
Howdy
Thursday, June 5
(11:24am)
So…Joel
(11:26am)
You texting me on purpose now?
(11:27am)
Should I not?
(11:29am)
Ain’t saying that
(11:31am)
I’ve determined you’re either a 16 year old boy or a 60 year old man.
(11:32am)
Why’s that?
(11:33am)
Just a guess
I’m curious
(11:35am)
About me?
(11:36am)
Yes
(11:36am)
Why?
(11:36am)
Why not?
(11:38am)
Nothing special
(11:41am)
You’re not curious?
(11:44am)
Could tell you but then I’d have to kill you
(11:49am)
…Top Gun
(11:50am)
Never seen it
(11:51am)
…
(11:51am)
What?
(11:53am)
Nothing, its a classic
(11:59am)
Anyway, how are you supposed to kill me when you don’t even know my name…
(12:06pm)
Shit
(12:07pm)
You offered yours so easily. Joel.
(12:09pm)
Yeah, yeah...
So...
(12:09pm)
So?
(12:10pm)
So tell me.
Your name.
(12:11pm)
My name
(12:11pm)
Smartass.
(12:13pm)
Wait –
(12:15pm)
You’re not some 16 year old kid, right?
(12:16pm)
I'm not gonna get picked up by that predator guy?
(12:20pm)
Hello?
(12:22pm)
OH MY GOD. I’M DYING.
(12:23pm)
Guessing thats a no.
(12:25pm)
No, Joel. I’m not 16.
You’re not gonna end up on To Catch A Predator
(12:26pm)
I’m 31
(12:28pm)
See what I mean?
Smartass
(12:29pm)
Is that what you're gonna save my contact as in your phone?
(12:30pm)
Good idea
(12:32pm)
I was joking!
Saturday, June 7
(12:27pm)
Hey, old man.
(12:30pm)
Not old
(12:31pm)
Still in debate
(12:33pm)
Older doesn’t mean old
(12:34pm)
Thanks for the confirmation, grandpa
(12:39pm)
I’m 42…
(12:40pm)
Ancient
(12:42pm)
Jesus christ
(12:43pm)
He a friend of yours?
You two go to school together?
(1:39pm)
Sorry
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(7:12pm)
Not ignoring you
(7:14pm)
Just been a long day
Tuesday, June 10
(5:17pm)
Not sure if you have to take I-35 through downtown to get home, but if so, you may want to re-route.
(5:18pm)
There’s an accident and they have both sides stopped because they have to transport someone via helicopter.
(5:20pm)
Thanks
Thursday, June 12
(8:06am)
Morning, old man
(8:30am)
Already with the abuse?
(8:32am)
I woke up early
(8:34am)
And you seem like the type to be up at the crack of dawn
(8:41am)
You sure got a lot of spare time to be a wiseass
(8:52am)
Only seems that way
(8:53am)
I work from home
(9:13am)
Never understood the appeal
(9:27am)
Of working from home?
It’s great. I get to work in sweatpants most days.
(9:56am)
You never said what you do.
(10:01am)
That’s cause I didn’t
Just said I work from home
(10:23am)
Descriptive
(10:25am)
Says the man who takes 20 minutes to send a one word text
(10:32am)
I’m a paralegal, which sounds fancy, but I really just do research all day long
(10:41am)
Does sound fancy
(10:56am)
Let me guess, you’re a…
Firefighter?
(11:12am)
Contractor
Own my own company
Build stuff, fix stuff, remodeling. that kinda thing
(11:17am)
Don’t go looking me up on Google now
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(11:18am)
Remember my wrong number?
(11:19am)
The food truck guy? How could I forget?
(11:21am)
Joel
(11:22am)
Joel?
(11:23am)
Yeah, we’ve been chatting here and there.
(11:25am)
He just told me what he does and told me not to Google him…
(11:26am)
But?
(11:28am)
I don’t know
(11:29am)
Girl, look him up. I need to know if he's hot. or a serial killer
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(11:29am)
You’re looking me up, arent you?
(11:29am)
No. Promise I’m not.
(1:07pm)
I mean, you won’t find nothing bad
(1:09pm)
I'm not on Facebook or whatever they got these days
Best you'll see is that my company’s got 4.4 stars on Google
(1:11pm)
"these days". God, you're old.
Should i be impressed by 4.4 stars?
(1:13pm)
Shut up
Pretty high considering some folks gotta deal with my idiot brother
(1:15pm)
You have a brother?
(1:18pm)
Biggest pain in the ass this side of the Mississippi
(1:21pm)
Somehow I don't doubt it.
(1:26pm)
You got any?
(1:26pm)
Brothers?
(1:27pm)
Or sisters
(1:28pm)
Neither
(1:31pm)
Gotta get back to it
(1:32pm)
Just in case you think I’m ignoring you again
(1:33pm)
Aren’t you the boss?
(1:33pm)
Yeah
Work aint gonna get done if i'm texting you though
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(7:12pm)
You really didn’t look me up?
(7:15pm)
You asked me not to
(7:16pm)
I'm surprised
(7:16pm)
Why?
(7:17pm)
Dunno
(7:18pm)
It’s kind of nice, right?
Not knowing
(7:20pm)
Nice?
(7:22pm)
Yeah….different
(7:23pm)
Easier
(7:24pm)
How do you mean?
(7:30pm)
I don’t know, I feel like I can text you anything
(7:31pm)
And there’s no expectation or obligation
or judgement
(7:33pm)
You sure about that?
(7:35pm)
Now who's the smartass?
(7:36pm)
Still you.
(7:37pm)
I meant judgement that has real life consequences
You could just block me and that would be that
(7:48pm)
Guess it works both ways
Friday, June 13
(6:45pm)
Hey, you
Big Friday night plans?
(6:49pm)
Sure
(6:50pm)
Oh yeah?
(6:52pm)
Sitting on my couch texting a stranger
(6:52pm)
🙄
(6:54pm)
No plans. Just me, Curtis, and Viper.
(6:47pm)
Friends of yours?
(6:59pm)
Something like that
(8:22pm)
Ninjas and Russian spies?
(8:26pm)
You looked it up?
(8:27pm)
I was curious
Thought you were referring to dogs or a biker gang at first
(8:30pm)
You got some imagination
(8:32pm)
Yeah yeah, too much time on my hands
(8:36pm)
Didn't say that
I’m sure a gal like you probably has some actual Friday night plans, right?
(8:37pm)
Not tonight
(8:39pm)
Aint the type to go out by yourself?
(8:40pm)
Wouldn’t even know where to start
(8:41pm)
Well, lucky for you that you know a guy
Wild West. Good food and dancing if that’s your thing
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(8:41pm)
Fuck.
(8:43pm)
???
(8:43pm)
Did you end up going out?
(8:44pm)
No.
Since you abandoned me for your new crush.
(8:45pm)
I didn’t abandon you
(8:44pm)
You said "I don't feel like going out"
and then let out the biggest sigh as you stared at your phone
So...is he ghosting you?
(8:46pm)
No, he suggested a bar…
(8:47pm)
Like to meet him?
(8:48pm)
I don’t know?!
(8:50pm)
Ew. An Android?
(8:51pm)
…
(8:51pm)
Just ask him!
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(8:56pm)
Are you asking 'cause you'll be there?
(9:03pm)
Just figure you deserve a chance to experience the right side of Austin
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(9:07pm)
Definitely not a date.
(9:08pm)
For sure?
(9:09pm)
Pretty much
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(9:13pm)
Wild West Cedar Park?
(9:15pm)
That’s the one
(9:18pm)
Ask for Pete
(9:19pm)
Pete?
(9:20pm)
Tell him Joel sent you
(9:22pm)
I haven’t even said I’m going
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(9:22pm)
So, you’ll come with me?
(9:23pm)
Sure. I'll come pick you up
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(9:26pm)
Can I bring someone with me?
(9:27pm)
So you are going?
(9:28pm)
Nothing better to do
(9:28pm)
Have fun
Saturday, June 14
(12:19pm)So, how was it?
(1:46pm)
good music. bad tequila. questionable decisions were made
Monday, June 16
(2:21pm)
Are you still ghosting him?
(2:23pm)
Is it ghosting if neither of us are texting?
(2:23pm)
You're being ridiculous
(2:24pm)
I just feel stupid
(2:26pm)
What if he was there and saw me make a fool out of myself?
What if he saw me make out with that random guy at the bar?
(2:26pm)
Is he not just some random guy?
(2:27pm)
Oh god…
What if he was the random guy at the bar that I made out with?
(2:28pm)
You're spiraling
Saturday, June 21
(9:02am)
Can you pick up the goddamn phone?
(9:05am)
busy
(9:06am)
So busy that you forgot to put in the order with the lumber yard
(9:08am)
Framing's gonna be delayed until Monday
(9:11am)
shit
(9:12am)
The hell's gotten into you this week?
(9:12am)
what?
(9:14am)
You. Forgetting to put in this order, yelling at the crew, walking around the goddamn job site with a scowl on your face
(9:19am)
I don’t have a scowl on my face
(9:21am)
I can tell when somethings up with you, Joel
(9:23am)
drop it tommy
(9:26am)
Fine, but extra day is coming out of your pocket, boss
(9:27am)
That’s rich coming from you
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(12:24pm)
Hey stranger
How’s your week going?
(1:28pm)
fine
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(3:07pm)
Kill me
(3:10pm)
Some context would be lovely
(3:12pm)
I need a drink
(3:13pm)
Actually, no. Don’t let me drink.
Ever again.
(3:14pm)
So dramatic
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(6:55pm)
How was yours?
(11:02pm)
Fine.
Wednesday, June 25
(1:27pm)
Sorry about the other day
(2:09pm)
Don’t need to apologize
(2:13pm)
Yeah, but I feel bad
(2:19pm)
You sick?
(2:20pm)
No?
(2:21pm)
Then why do you feel bad?
(2:23pm)
For not answering your text
(2:28pm)
Aint a big texter in the first place
(2:29pm)
I can tell
(2:29pm)
😑
(2:30pm)
Did you just send an emoji?
(2:32pm)
No
(6:07pm)
So, what happened the other day?
(6:10pm)
Just got in my own head
(6:11pm)
That happen alot?
(6:13pm)
Enough
(6:13pm)
What do you do about it?
(6:13pm)
What do you mean?
(6:14pm)
When you get in your head
(6:15pm)
Wait til it passes?
(6:16pm)
Long wait sometimes
(6:17pm)
No kidding
(6:19pm)
There's a place over by the airport. where I go when I need to stop thinking
Could watch them planes take off for hours
(6:21pm)
Thanks Joel
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(10:10pm)
You up?
(10:12pm)
Against my better judgement
(10:13pm)
So old
(10:14pm)
...Night
(10:14pm)
Wait
(10:20pm)
Waiting..
(10:22pm)
Sorry
(10:24pm)
What’re you apologizing for?
(10:26pm)
You remember saying something about how we don’t know each other’s past and baggage?
(10:27pm)
Yeah, no expectations
(10:29pm)
Mhm
Can I say something?
You don’t even have to respond if you don’t want to
(10:30pm)
Go ahead
(10:32pm)
It’s a lot
I don’t even know why I'm telling you in the first place
(10:33pm)
No judgement, remember?
(10:34pm)
right.
(10:35pm)
So, you know I recently moved to Austin
(10:35pm)
Painfully obvious
(10:36pm)
asshole
(10:38pm)
Keep going
(10:39pm)
I left because of an ex.
(10:40pm)
we were together 7 years and over time he started to get worked up over the smallest things.
Who I spent time with, who I texted, what I did, what I ate.
(10:41pm)
he would have hated us texting like this
(10:41pm)
Why?
(10:42pm)
He would have seen you as a threat
(10:42pm)
Even though we’ve never seen one another?
(10:43pm)
Because we’ve never seen each other
(10:45pm)
Anyway he made it a point to show he had control over me
(10:46pm)
He hit you?
(10:48pm)
Yes
(10:51pm)
Joel?
(10:51pm)
Sorry.
I’m here
(10:53pm)
Can i ask something?
(10:55pm)
Sure
(10:55pm)
Were you able to press charges?
(10:56pm)
no
(10:57pm)
Could you go to the police?
(10:58pm)
No, he’s a cop
(10:59pm)
He’s a fucking piece of shit is what he is
(11:00pm)
You dont treat a woman that way
ever
(11:03pm)
Sorry, getting worked up
(11:05pm)
It’s ok
It’s sweet
(11:07pm)
So you left?
(11:09pm)
Yeah, I left
I packed up my life, requested a transfer to our Austin office, and ran.
(11:10pm)
You didn’t run
that took guts
(11:13pm)
Has he tried to contact you?
(11:14pm)
I'm sure
but he’s blocked on all social media
(11:15pm)
And you changed your number
(11:16pm)
Yes
(11:18pm)
Glad you’re safe now
(11:20pm)
Thanks for listening
(11:21pm)
Thanks for telling me
(11:22pm)
Good night, joel
(11:22pm)
Night
Thursday, June 26
(7:43am)
Morning
(7:46am)
Looks who’s up early
(7:47am)
Who said I ever went to sleep?
(7:49am)
You alright?
(7:50am)
Yeah. Just still thinking about what I told you last night
(7:52am)
Got a slow morning
Not gonna take me 20 minutes to respond 😉
Wanna talk?
(7:53am)
I’d love a distraction
(7:54am)
Alright
(8:00am)
Tell me three things i wouldn't guess about you
(8:02am)
Did you Google that?
(8:04am)
no...
(8:05am)
I aint good at distracting like that
(8:06am)
🤫
You're doing just fine
Just give me a second to think
(8:10am)
Take your time
(8:21am)
I can change my own oil
I have an irrational fear of butterflies
and I always bake on Christmas Eve, even if it’s just for myself
(8:23am)
Butterflies?
(8:24am)
Anything with wings really.
Don’t judge
(8:26am)
Your turn.
(8:28am)
My turn?
(8:29am)
it’s only fair
(8:34am)
Oh. Might need to wait for my lunch break
You mind?
(8:36am)
Of course not
(8:39am)
I’m not trying to sneak my out of it
Just found out the string line was off on the foundation and now we’re probably going to have to tear out the whole pour
(8:41am)
I don’t know what any of those words mean
(8:45am)
Just means it’s a damn mess
and i get to fix it
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(12:04pm)
I'm back
How’s your day been so far?
(12:06pm)
Nowhere near as chaotic as yours I’m sure
(12:07pm)
It’s alright
Pain in the ass, but nothing that can’t be fixed
(12:08pm)
Did you have a second to think about your answer?
(12:10pm)
I’ve got a few ideas rattling around
(12:11pm)
Whenever you’re ready
(12:12pm)
Alright
(12:16pm)
I don’t wear sandals or flip flops
I play guitar
(12:18pm)
and….I don’t really sleep all too good unless there’s someone else in the house.
(12:20pm)
Someone else?
(12:21pm)
My kid
(12:23pm)
You have a kid?
(12:26pm)
Sarah. Sophomore at UT Austin. smart as a fucking whip
Dont know where she gets that from
(12:27pm)
I’m going to need a second 🥺
(12:29pm)
Dont make this into a thing
(12:30pm)
Too late.
(12:31pm)
Quit.
(12:32pm)
You’re officially soft
(12:33pm)
You’re a marshmallow in a hardhat
(12:35pm)
Jesus christ
(12:37pm)
Can I ask follow up questions?
(12:39pm)
Not like I can stop you
(12:41pm)
Not married?
(12:45pm)
Not married
(12:46pm)
Single dad. Pretty much ever since she was born
(12:47pm)
That must of been hard
(12:49pm)
Everyone always says that
but, she was the best fucking kid
(12:50pm)
🥺
(12:51pm)
quit
(12:51pm)
I can't help it
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(12:51pm)
My heart
(12:52pm)
Gonna need a bit more than that, babe
(12:53pm)
He’s a single dad
The way he talks about his daughter 🫠
(12:54pm)
Dinner after work? You can catch me up?
(12:55pm)
Please
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(12:55pm)
Another question.
(12:56pm)
Lunch breaks almost up.
(12:56pm)
Shit, sorry
(12:58pm)
What's the question?
(12:59pm)
Do you regret it?
(1:01pm)
What? Answering you?
(1:03pm)
Your kid, dumbass
(1:03pm)
Wow, name calling?
(1:04pm)
You literally have me in your phone as smartass
(1:05pm)
Cause you are one
(1:05pm)
Anyway, you didn’t answer
(1:06pm)
Cause it was a dumb question
(1:08pm)
You gonna call me soft again?
(1:09pm)
I’ll restrain myself
(1:11pm)
How kind.
(1:12pm)
I dont regret it. not for a minute.
(1:13pm)
Trying to figure it all out was hard, especially when she was a baby
(1:14pm)
Didn’t have nobody to ask
and at 22, i was too embarrassed
(1:15pm)
But we figured it out
She was what my dumbass needed
(1:15pm)
So you can call yourself a dumbass?
(1:18pm)
See what I mean?
Fucking smartass
(1:19pm)
Oh c'mon, I’m endearing
(1:21pm)
You’re something
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(1:18pm)
You wanna explain why I’m hearing from two different people that Joel Miller is cheesin' at his phone like a teenager?
Cause last I checked we gotta repour that whole foundation this afternoon.
summary: the start of a very messed up relationship.
Warnings: Dead Dove Do No Eat, incest, age gap (20s/50s), pussy eating, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, joel's lowkey an asshole ig
A/N: don't like don't read. Just to clarify I know Joel would never do something like this and i don't condone this in real life. don't hate me im sensitive okay? also didn't proof read
Joel was well aware that your relationship went beyond what a normal father-daughter relationship.
You had never grown out of needing him, of seeing him as this knight in the shining armor that was always there to make the day better.
He was always told that he should brace himself for your teenage years. He waited and waited for you to change, for you to suddenly start hating him and push him away, for you to get a boyfriend that he'd have to scare away.
But that day never came.
You never stopped calling him ‘daddy’–of course you never said it in public– but when it was just you two, it was always daddy, can you get this? Daddy, where did you put my shoes? Daddy, can you buy me that purse?
You never stopped the movie nights that you did on the weekends, going out to eat together or going to the lake. You never believed that you were too cool to hang out with your dear old dad.
And while your friends talked about dates, parties or boys they liked, you always stayed quiet. The only time he heard you talk about a boy was when you were telling your friends about how you rejected a guy from the football team when he asked you to prom.
Even now that you were twenty-one you didn't seem to want to leave your daddy's side, still living at home despite Joel telling you that he would get you a dorm on campus if that's what you wanted.
A part of him loved it, always knowing where you were and having you at home meant that you were safe. Safe from creepy frat boys that would only want you for your pretty little body.
God, he felt disgusting for thinking about his daughter that way. But there was no denying it.
You had developed into a beautiful young woman, a pretty face with a perfectly round ass that he could always see when you paraded yourself around the house in short shorts and breasts that pressed into his chest whenever you hugged him.
He first realised his feelings the night of your twentieth birthday, something about the short tight dress you wore that night made his heart stop. You had gone out to eat and when the young waiter kept making eyes at you and gave you a free dessert, Joel found himself clenching his fist to stop himself from punching the guy’s teeth in. He dismissed it as being an overprotective father, months later he admited it was about not wanting anyone but himself to have you.
He felt an immense amount of guilt about it and no amount of beer or women his age could make his feelings go away.
So he tried the next best thing he could think of. He had to push you away, make you stop spending so much time with him and do stuff girls your age liked to do.
On a Friday night, when you were about to set up everything for your movie night with him, Joel came out from his room. He always wore sweats and an old T-shirt because he wanted to be comfortable, so it confused you when you saw him in jeans and a button down shirt.
You furrowed your eyebrows. “What are you doing, daddy?”
Joel's cock twitched as his eyes landed on you. You were wearing baby pink shorts that barely covered your legs and a tank top the same color that let him see your nipples poking from underneath it.
He wanted nothing more than to stay here and have you lay on him the way you always did during movie nights, but he knew he couldn't. He had to be strong and set boundaries before you realised how hard you got him when you did that.
“I'm going on a date tonight, pumpkin." He said in his usual deep, steady voice. “Sorry I didn't tell you before.”
“What?” You asked, clearly confused and hurt. You had never liked the idea of having to share your dad with another woman. When you were a teenager and your dad brought home a girlfriend, you'd turn into the bitchiest person ever.
You would purposely get their names confused, talk back when they tried to tell you something and just be a straight up brat. Eventually they would leave your dad when they got sick of having to deal with you. “But it 's Friday. We always do movie nights on Fridays."
Joel sighed, annoyance stirring deep in his gut. He swallowed it down though, not wanting to snap at you and then have to deal with your crying.
“Why don't you go out with your friends? There must be a party or something somewhere.” He deflected, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket. “Do you want money?”
You shook your head. “You know I don't like parties, daddy. Stay with me.” You pushed yourself off the counter, walking over to him. “Please.”
“I got a date, baby girl.” He repeated, forcing his eyes to stay on your face instead of taking you in like he really wanted to do. “And you should go out more. I can't spend all my life neglecting my love life because my daughter doesn't want to do stuff girls her age do.”
Jealousy burned within you. Your dad going on a date? You hated the idea of some other woman getting her hands all over him. He was yours or at least that's how you saw it in your head.
“Yes, you can.” You responded as sweetly as you could, your arms wrapping around his middle. You looked up at him, giving your best doe-eyed look that you knew always convinced him of doing what you wanted. “I don't want to go to a party with a bunch of drunk idiots. I want you to stay here with me.”
Joel shook his head. It pained to do this but he gently peeled you off his body. “You need to start doing stuff girls your age do. You can't spend all your weekends here. You need to go out more, experience life, get a boyfriend. I’m trying to put myself out there and I can't do that if I have to worry about you being here.”
“You're saying I bother you?”
Joel squeezed his eyes shut for a second. Jesus Christ you were as stubborn as he was. “I- baby– you know I love you. But you're not a little girl anymore. You can't spend all your free time cuddling with me on the couch. It 's not right.”
“But, daddy–”
“No buts.” He cut you off firmly. “And cut it out with the daddy thing. It ain’t cute anymore.”
You scoffed, clearly offended and hurt by Joel's words, even if you were trying to act like you were unaffected. “Whatever. You always pick shitty movies anyway.”
Joel wanted to strangle himself. He hated knowing he was the cause of you being upset. He wanted nothing more than to wrap you in his arms and rock you in his lap, but he knew this was the right thing to do. He knew–or at least he thought he knew– that you'd be disgusted if you knew how much he wanted you.
After that night, Joel barely saw you anymore.
You had taken his word to a T.
You didn't ask him to drive you to campus anymore, opting to ride with a friend who lived nearby. You started getting home later, no longer rushing to get there as soon as the lecture was over. You started studying at a friend’s dorm or in the library. And in the few hours where he did see you, you were mostly on your phone.
One night Joel commented on it. “Your thumbs are gonna fall off if you keep typing like that. Who you texting anyway?”
“Nobody.” You answered quickly.
That's when he knew you were seeing someone.
For weeks on end things kept going like that. Joel had hoped that his feelings would have gone away but now, but it was the opposite.
The more he felt you drift away the more he wanted you, the more he wished that he could be somebody else so that he could have a change with you.
He missed you. He missed feeling your warm body press into him when sat on his lap, your arms wrapping around his torso when you fell asleep on your chest, and the sound of your sweet, sweet voice calling him daddy.
He had given up on fucking women his age to forget about you. The last few times he couldn't even get it up for them anymore.
All that seemed to get him hard was you. He often stole your used panties from the laundry bin and pressed them against his face as he furiously stroked his cock.
When he got home today, he was surprised to find the door unlocked. You were never home when he got there anymore.
He heard shuffling in your room, which made his heart stop. Had you brought this boy over? What were you doing? What if you were losing your virginity to a loser?
He dropped his bag and went up the stairs with heavy footsteps. If this had been a cartoon you would've been able to see the smoke coming out from his ears.
He pushed the door open, hard enough that it made you jump and squeak in surprise.
“Dad! What the fuck?!”
Joel paused when he saw you. You were alone, that brought him some peace of mind, but your cheeks were wet, your eyes full of unshed tears and your bottom lip was trembling.
His expression softened. He walked over to your bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he sat on the edge.
“Baby, what happened? Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?” He asked in the most gentle voice possible.
You broke down again at his words. Tears streamed down your face, your body shaking with each sob you let out.
Joel scooted closer to you, pulling you against his body. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, one hand cradled your head as he placed it over his chest.
“This is all your fault.” You choked, making weak attempts to push him away before letting your body melt against his.
“My fault? What happened?” Joel questioned, caressing your back. Ever since you were a child, it worked like a charm to make you calm down.
“You told me to get a boyfriend and I did.” You stammered, creating fists with his shirt. “But he kept pushing me to have sex and I kept telling him no– he was so mean to me, daddy. He said i'm not pretty enough to be such a prude and that I should be lucky he was even looking at me.”
Joel's jaw clenched. A part of him was relieved you hadn't given yourself to this idiot boy and the other was pissed that he had the audacity to treat you like that.
Joel maneuvered you until you were sitting on his lap. You hid your face in his neck, relishing in the comforting and masculine scent of your father after a long day of hard work.
He rocked you gently, rubbing your back in circles. “It’s okay, baby…” he cooed, trying to ignore the goosebumps that formed on his arms at the feel of your thighs over his crotch.
“This is all your fault.” You repeated, your voice weak. “This wouldn't have happened if you didn't tell me to get a boyfriend so I would leave you alone.”
“Baby girl, it wasn't about me wanting ya to leave me alone, I promise you that. I just– I thought it would be good for you.” He lied through his teeth. “You spent all your time here with me. I don't want you to miss out on your life because of me.”
“But I already told you I like being here with you.” You pulled back, letting him see your tear streaked face again. “Do you not want to spend time with me anymore?”
Joel rapidly shook his head. The thought of you thinking that was like a punch to the gut. “No, baby. Of course not. You know I love you. It's just it's not normal for a girl your age to act like this. You still call me daddy, sneak into my bed when you can't sleep, sit on my lap… You were supposed to grow out of those things a while ago.”
“You don't like it?” You questioned, your hands resting over his shoulders. You shifted on his lap, just enough that you felt his growing erection graze your inner thigh.
Joel's breath hitched. No, no, this can't be happening. He was supposed to be acting like the father he was and comfort you, not get hard like a fucking teenager. You were gonna think he's a gross pervert, tell him to never–
You shifted your hips, grinding your ass against his bulge. “Because I think you do like it.”
Joel could feel his stomach turning. This couldn't be happening, could it? Surely, he had passed out at work and he was now dreaming of you wanting him the same fucked up way he wanted you.
He blinked, stunned. He tried pushing you away, firm hands on your hips in a futile attempt to push you off his lap. “What are you doing?”
“I feel the same way, daddy.” You shifted again, making Joel's jaw go slack. “We could've got this over with weeks ago if you hadn't tried to make me get a boyfriend so you wouldn't feel guilty for wanting to fuck me.”
“How did you know?”
You chuckled, shaking your head. “Your grey sweats don't hide anything, daddy.”
Your eyes drifted to his lips before you leaned in, letting them brush against yours.
“We shouldn't do this.” He whispered but made no effort to pull away. “It 's wrong.”
You nodded. You were aware that you shouldn't want this, shouldn't want him to be anything other than your dad, but that fact only made it more arousing. “I know, daddy.”
Joel couldn't hold it any longer. He grabbed your face with both hands and smashed his lips against yours. He kissed you aggressively with months of pent up frustration he was finally getting rid of.
You struggled to keep up with the fast pace. You had only made out with the boy you had been seeing a handful of times and he never kissed you the way Joel was doing it. You could feel his beard tickling against your face too, it was so different than kissing someone with no facial hair.
Joel pulled away. “You're sure about this, baby? We can't ever go back if we do this.”
“I want you, daddy. So bad it hurts.” You reached your hand down, placing it over his clothed bulge and squeezing it. He felt so big in your hand and you couldn't help but compare it to how small the other boy’s cock had felt the times it had pressed against you.
“You want your dad's cock?”
“Please, daddy.” He laid you down on your soft bed and freed his cock, making your eyes widen slightly.
Joel noticed your reaction and chuckled as he climbed over your body. “Don't worry. Daddy'll help you take it.”
Joel undressed you in a way that was almost reverent, kissing your body while peeling off each layer of clothing until you were as bare as the day you came into this world. He took off his shirt too, finally letting you see all of him.
Your arousal was dripping from your pussy all the way to your thighs. Joel placed himself between your legs, hooking your thighs over his shoulders as he pressed kisses to the inner part.
“Look at how wet you are. All this for your old man?” He sucked and bit the skin of your inner thighs, marking them with little hickeys. The taste of your juices on your skin made him groan.
“You have such a pretty pussy, baby.” He inched his mouth closer, his warm breath making shudder. “Tell me you didn't let anyone touch it.”
“Nobody touched me, daddy.” You promised, propping yourself up with your elbows so you could look at what Joel was doing. “I wanted to save myself for you.”
“Good girl.” He lowered his head, letting a sitting of saliva fall on top of your clit before flattening his tongue and giving it a slow lick. He swirled his tongue around it, sucking it into his mouth.
You whined, lifting your hips to push them closer against his face. “Dad–”
“Feels good, doesn't it?” Joel groaned against your folds. “None of those boys would've done this for you–would’ve said it's gross. But not me, baby. I wanted to do this for so long.”
Joel thrusted his hips against the bedding, searching for anything that would help his aching cock. “Used to dream about how you’d taste. Sweeter than damn honey.”
“Ughh, dad…” You cried as he pushed two of his fingers inside of you, stretching you open as his mouth continued to devour your clit.
Soon enough your thighs were shaking around his head, your entire body tensing as you reached your climax. You grinded your hips against his face, further drenching his beard with your juices.
“Look at me, baby.” Joel's voice pulled you back from the dreamy state your orgasm had left you in. He was hovering over you again, holding his weight on one of his forearms so he wouldn't crush you and using his other hand to rub the head of his cock against your folds. “I ain't gonna lie this might hurt a little, but don't you worry, baby. Daddy'll be real nice and gentle with his girl.”
“‘kay, daddy.” You breathed, letting out a surprised gasp as you felt the thick head nudged against your hole.
Joel pushed his hips forward, letting the head go past your tight walls. Your nails dug into his back, a pained whimper leaving your lips.
“I know, I know…” Joel cooed, pressing kisses to your hairline as he pushed a few more inches inside. “It's a big stretch, isn't it? But you're my good girl. You gotta take it for daddy.”
“Can you hold me, daddy?” You whispered, a few tears spilling from your eyes.
“Of course, sweet girl.” He placed his arms under your head, pulling you closer until your head was nestled on his chest. Joel crushed you with his weight as his soft belly pressed against yours. “Always needed daddy’s arms.”
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “‘s so big, daddy.”
“Just a little more. Hold onto daddy.” He snapped his hips, letting the last few inches fill you.
He groaned, dropping his forehead to yours. “God, you're so tight. Can’t believe I made such a perfect little pussy.”
“It’s all yours, daddy.”
Joel pulled back almost all the way out before slamming back inside, making you squeal. “Say that again.”
“My pussy’s all yours, daddy.”
Joel thrusted into you deeply, angling his cock so that it hit your g-spot every time he shoved himself back inside. Your moans only grew louder as the pain you once felt was replaced by an immense amount of pleasure.
You arched your hips into him, wrapping your legs around his thick torso. He started slamming into you harder, making the sounds of his balls snapping against your ass fill the room.
Joel didn't roll off of you until he made sure he made you cum for a second and he made sure he had buried his load deep inside your pussy. He knew he couldn't have you pregnant with his baby–that would be a whole new level of fucked up–but the opportunity was too good to pass on.
He pulled you to him, letting you rest your entire body on him like he knew you liked to do. You were both sweaty, droplets of sweat making your hair stick to your face.
You stayed like that for a few minutes, calming your breaths. Joel caressed your back as he stared at the ceiling of your room, the one he had painted many years ago, a sense of guilt washing over him.
He had just fucked his daughter. What if it wasn't really what you wanted and you were just confused? What if you regretted this and left home so you wouldn't have to see your perverted father again?
“You okay, daddy?”
Your voice pulled him out of your thoughts. Such an attentive little girl.
Joel looked down at you, his hand stilling in your lower back. “You don't regret this, do you?”
You looked at him like he had just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. “What? Of course not. I wanted this. I know it's messed up, but I feel things for you. I have for a while. I thought it would go away, but even when I kissed someone else all I could think about was you.”
Joel looked at you, searching for any hint of hesitation, but he found none, all he could see in your face was the love and maybe even admiration you felt for him. He nodded, accepting your answer and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Okay, baby. But if we're going to continue with this you know we can't tell anyone, right? Not even your uncle Tommy.”
You giggled. “I know, dad. I'm not dumb.”
“And this doesn't mean I only care about your body now.” he continued using the typical dad voice he used when he wanted to get his point across. “I'm still your dad and I'm gonna be a pain in your ass if you do stuff you're not supposed to.”
You rolled your eyes playfully. “I know, dad.”
“C’mon, give your old man a kiss now.” He brought your face up to his, planting a kiss on your lips before letting you rest your head on his chest again.
Joel undressed you in a way that was almost reverent, kissing your body while peeling off each layer of clothing until you were as bare as the day you came into this world.
Summary: you can’t get comfortable in your sleeping bag, so joel invites you into his
Tags: age gap (mostly implied), anxiety, fluff, protective/caring!joel, comfort, cuddling, sharing a sleeping bag (instead of the one bed trope lol), kissing (forehead and lips), it’s just cute short and fun
A/N: simple and quick, inspired by ep 4 when joel and ellie were in sleeping bags in the woods, but no explicit spoilers. I’ve been wanting to write for joel since episode one and finally got an idea. pretty sure more will be coming soon…
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After sleeping in a bed in the QZ’s for years, suddenly trying to get comfortable in a sleeping bag on the ground was proving difficult for you.
What a spoiled thought to have, right? Well, it wasn’t just that. You were out in the open woods. There could be infected anywhere. They could come for you any second. How could you close your eyes and rest peacefully knowing you were no longer behind the barrier walls?
Ellie was already asleep, you could hear her light snores. Your back was facing him, but you assumed Joel was asleep as well given his stillness. You rolled from your side to your back and sighed.
You had to sleep. You should’ve been tired. You and Joel had taken turns driving, although since you didn’t have much driving experience Joel became concerned when you began to struggle with the gear shift and mixed up the pedals (it only happened once but he couldn’t let it go). Joel had grown exhausted and didn’t want to stress you out by making you drive without him as backup/support, so you all stopped for the night. He was thoughtful like that; even if he was a bit grouchy sometimes.
You turned from your back to your other side, eyes landing on Joel. He was facing you, eyes closed, breathing steadily. The older man actually seemed to be at peace. He only looked like that when he was asleep. The moment he woke up, you knew he’d have that slight pout and furrow of his brows that you’d become accustomed to.
If Joel caught you staring, you wondered what he’d say. You could never pinpoint the way he viewed you. Friend? Daughter? Burden? You’d be way more okay with the previous two as long as it wasn’t the third. Although if you were being honest with yourself, you hoped it was none of the above.
Despite his age and his tough nature, you had a thing for Joel. Like, a thing. Feelings, attraction, affection—whatever you wanted to call it. Definitely a crush. Love? Maybe. It was a little bit confusing, but nothing in this life was simple.
Joel had taken you under his wing a while back and looked after you. He was incredibly protective and even if he wasn’t the best with expressing himself, Joel cared for you. He made you feel safe. He was there for you when you had no one else.
You rolled to your other side. Then back. Simply put, tossing and turning. The thought that you were being loud don’t even cross your mind until—
“What are you doing?” Joel’s voice caught your attention.
You let out a sigh, feeling bad that you’d woken the man up. You turned back to face him. “I can’t sleep,” you confessed.
“I can tell,” he murmured. “Do you plan on rolling around all night?”
You frowned to yourself. “I'm sorry.”
Joel exhaled softly and even in the dark, you could see the sympathy in those deep brown eyes of his. You hadn’t realized that subconsciously, you’d moved closer to him.
“It’s okay.” He had a soft spot for you, even though he’d probably deny it.
“I’ll try and be… still, I guess.” You knew you weren’t going to be able to sleep. “Just go back to sleep, I’ll be fine.” That was a lie.
“No,” he decided after a moment. You furrowed your brows. “You need sleep too.”
“I can’t get comfortable,” you replied. You let a few seconds pass before adding, “…and I’m too anxious.”
“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you,” Joel promised like if there was one thing he was sure about, it was that.
It meant a lot, it really did. But you huffed out a humorless laugh and went to a worse case scenario. “You’re all the way over there. If an infected wanted to get me, it could. Before you could stop it.”
Joel was quiet for a few beats. You hadn’t meant to insult him, but it was true. It didn’t matter how safe you felt with him there. They were faster than him. Faster than anyone.
“So then come over here,” Joel offered, voice still thick with sleep. It sounded incredibly enticing.
The image of you crawling into his sleeping bag crossed your mind faster than you could stop it. You had to do a double take. “Like… scoot over there?” you tried to clarify inconspicuously.
“If you’re against sharing with me.”
So, he had meant what you’d hoped for. Your heart skipped a little beat and you swallowed.
“I’m not.”
All Joel did was hum. You unzipped your sleeping bag and left the warmth. Joel was ready and waiting when you moved over to him, enveloping you into the safety of his sleeping bag and heavy arms. You wiggled around a little bit until you got comfortable. For the first time since you’d left the QZ, it didn’t take long.
“Thank you,” you mumbled softly, trying to keep your breathing calm. Being so close to Joel was causing you to become less focused on sleep and more focused on the way his breath sounded so close to your ear.
“Mmhhmm,” he hummed from deep in his throat with closed lips. You thought it was going to be left at that, but then you heard his gruff voice. “I know it’s been hard on you.” You opened your mouth to deny it, but he continued. “Even if you’re too stubborn to admit it beyond makin’ snarky comments.”
You took in a breath. He got you on that one, and you both knew it. “Since when do you know me this well?”
“Since always,” Joel pointed out. “You’re easy to read.”
“For you maybe.”
“Yeah, for me,” he agreed, sounding pleased with himself. Joel was silent for a long moment, listening to the soft rustle of your body as you gazed around your surroundings. The grass, the trees, the darkness… “I’m sorry for being so selfish.”
The sudden apology confused you. “What?”
“You’ve never been outside of the QZ before, and for good reason,” Joel started. “It’s a scary world out here and I shouldn’t have subjected you to it. I shouldn’t have brought you along.”
His voice was full of guilt that seemed to come out of nowhere, but given all he had to say you suspected he’d been carrying it since you left.
“I wanted to come with you,” you assured him. You never second guessed that decision despite everything that had happened so far. “Where is this coming from?”
“You’re scared and it’s my fault.” You could hear the deep frown in his voice.
“You’re the reason I feel safe right now,” you said without a second thought. It was true. You wanted him to know that. There was something you wanted to know too, now, and you couldn’t help but ask. “Do you not want me here?”
“I do,” Joel confessed. “That’s why I’m selfish.” There was a pause but you didn’t dare speak. “I didn’t want to be away from you.”
A wave of realization crashed over you.
You wiggled around, turning until you were facing him. You offered him a soft, delicate smile that you hoped he could see despite the dark.
“It almost sounds like you care about me. A lot,” you couldn’t help but tease.
“You know I care about you,” Joel stated, like it was the most obvious thing. Maybe he’d tried to cover it up in the past, but someone would have to be blind to not see that you meant something to Joel.
“I care about you too,” you admitted with much more ease. He knew, though.
Joel, in an uncharacteristically soft gesture, pressed a kiss to your forehead. You could hardly believe it. But it felt nice. You liked the affection. And coming from someone like Joel who never let their guard down, it was significant enough to leave you speechless.
“It’s gonna be daylight soon,” he muttered. “You should try and get some sleep.”
“Yeah, okay,” you agreed with a slight nod. “Just… one more thing.” It took everything you had to be brave enough to say that, and to do what you were going to do next.
There was basically no space between the two of you, but you managed to bring your hand up to Joel’s face and cup his jaw. You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
Joel didn’t hesitate to kiss you back. He took charge, but it wasn’t surprising. He had a dominating presence and was rough around the edges, you didn’t think he’d be delicate with you.
Not that you minded.
His lips moved against yours, almost in a frenzy. Like he was scared you’d slip away from him. It was so needy, so passionate. You wished you would’ve done this much, much sooner
Joel found the willpower to break away from the kiss before you. You would’ve happily lost consciousness in order to kiss him for just a few more moments. But then you’d worry him, and you hated to see Joel worry.
But you didn’t see worry when you looked into his eyes. You saw a hint of wonder. You were both staring into a new beginning as you gazed upon one another. He was panting a little, both of your soft breaths intertwining.
“You need sleep,” he reminded you.
Of course he still couldn’t drop the protector role. He wasn’t wrong about that, either. You smiled to yourself, the feel of his lips still ghosting yours despite the distance. You twisted in the sleeping bag without a word, knowing that you’d never be able to sleep facing Joel. You’d probably be too busy staring at him…
So yeah, you laid with your back to his chest and closed your eyes. His arms held you tight against his firm body. Not only providing warmth, but security as well.
“Goodnight,” Joel mumbled to you, already dozing back off. You could hear the soft smile in his voice despite the tiredness. It seemed easier for him to sleep wherever, although you liked to think you were bringing him some kind of comfort as well. With the way he held you against him it wouldn’t be an unrealistic thought.
“Goodnight, Joel,” you replied softly, finally able to relax your breathing. The feel of Joel’s body pressed against you, his strong arms around you—it felt like a dream. Safe and sound, away from the dangers that lie not far off. And soon enough, you were finally able to close your eyes and fall into a peaceful sleep.
Old man Joel who eats your pussy after a hard day at patrol. Most people to relieve stress would want it the other way around — their partner going down on them rather than being the one pleasing. burying his face in your cunt and practically suffocating himself. He’ll moan and groan into your pussy so fucking sexily, juet making the biggest mess of you and relishing in your soft sobs and cries
UGH I NEED THIS OLD MAN
Old man Joel comes home bone-tired, boots still caked with the day's dust and blood, shoulders heavy from carrying the weight of another patrol gone sideways. Everyone else would want to collapse and get their cock sucked... selfish relief, quick and one-sided. Not him.
He doesn't even wash the grime off first.
He just looks at you with those dark, exhausted eyes, shrugs out of his jacket, and drops to his knees like it's the only thing that still makes sense. Big, rough hands shove your thighs apart, no preamble, no asking, just hungry. Then his mouth is on you.
He buries his face so deep it's obscene, nose pressed hard against your clit, tongue broad and relentless, licking into you like he's starving and you're the only thing keeping him alive. The sounds he makes... low, broken, guttural moans vibrating straight through your cunt make your spine bow off the mattress. He's not performing. He's devouring. Groaning into your slick folds.
"Fuck… that's it, baby..." he rasps against you, voice wrecked and muffled, beard scraping your inner thighs raw. "Let me hear you fall apart."
He sucks your clit into his mouth and hums, long and filthy, while his fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise. He's making the biggest goddamn mess. Your arousal smeared across his cheeks, dripping down his chin, soaking the collar of his worn flannel. And he doesn't care. If anything, he gets harder from it, grinding his cock against nothing, leaking in his jeans just from how you taste, how you cry out, how your thighs shake and clamp around his ears.
He'll keep going until you're sobbing his name, until your hands are yanking at his graying hair and your hips are bucking against his face like you'te trying to ride his tongue to death. Only then... when you're trembling, oversensitive, dripping down his wrist... does he finally pull back just enough to look up at you.
Lips swollen, beard glistening, eyes blown black with something feral and tender all at once.
"Needed that..." he mutters hoarsely, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like it's nothing. "Needed you."
Then he's crawling up your body, still fully clothed, still filthy from the outside world, pressing that hard, aching length against your soaked cunt and kissing you deep so you can taste yourself on his tongue.
erectile disfunction is so hot and I'm tired of pretending it's not. I love me a limp dick man and I hope he's emberassed by it. but ykw? I'll stroke that shit SQUISHY make him cum without even getting hard.
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