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reader trains her new boyfriend, pope cody, how to kiss!
mdni, 18+, intense make out session with pope cody, dry humping, based off season one and two pope cody!
your boyfriend, pope, is a bad kisser.
like, really bad.
his lips are all stiff, head tilts the wrong angle, and teeth clash into yours all clumsy. it's like he's forgotten basic anatomy, like he doesn't know where his nose is supposed to go without smashing it into yours. his hands hover awkwardly at his sides, fingers twitching, like he doesn't have anywhere else to put them.
the first few times you kissed were endearing, cute even. you told yourself it was nerves, that he just needed time.
and you get it. you really do. it’s been a while for him since he got out of jail, and this, him and you, is new.
but now, as he leans in again with all the confidence of someone about to absolutely miss the mark—
yeah. it’s time to train him.
that's how you end up splayed across his lap in his bed, bare thighs resting on either side of him, your mini skirt riding up, as you teach a grown man how to kiss. you place your palms flat against his chest, pushing him back gently, murmuring against his jaw to relax, to breathe, to let you take the lead.
and he does.
he listens to you like a lovesick puppy, eager to please.
your fingers drag through those soft auburn curls at the nape of his neck, tilting his head at just the right angle. his thumbs press into your bare thighs, drawing these shaky, absent circles into your skin, gripping tight enough to bruise, like he's terrified he'll lose control and just pounce on you if he doesn't hold onto something.
"just follow me, andrew. 'kay?"
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Best Cure To Your Fears
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Summary: Nightmares were nowhere new to you, neither was your anxieties so when you wake up in the middle of the night suffering from both, your husband knows just the way to bring you back to him
Pairing: Baelor Targaryen x F.Reader
Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Reader is Valarr's and Matarys' mother and they're both kids in this, nightmares, reader has severe anxiety, insecurity, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, light biting, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, multiple orgasms, overstimulation
Notes: sorry if this gets a little confusing at the end, lowkey was extremely tired but just wanted to finish this
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A Slice of Orange
Chp. 5: Nobody
pairing: joel miller x reader
summary: The most dangerous man in town has been staring at you nonstop, but keeps his distance until the night he walks you home...
tags: smut, medium burn, sexy stuff starts in chp.3, age difference, M/F, a lot of goddamn eye contact that turns into porn, porn w plot, zaddy joel, hand/finger kink, praise kink, mild blood in later chps, TLOU pt.II, NO Y/N
notes: Set at the beginning of The Last of Us Part II when Joel and Ellie live in the Jackson, Wyoming community, a few years after TLOU part I. Deviates from canon apart from that. Characterizations based mostly on the first game.
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"Are you Baelor Targaryen? Then can you move the FUCK out of the way?"
-me to every other man since watching a knight of the seven kingdoms
coincidences ── ୨ৎ ── michael robinavitch
summary : you’ve lived in apartment 505 for four months, but that hasn't been long enough to properly meet your next-door neighbour. you know he has a great taste in music, a friend (?) who comes and goes, and tired, heavy footsteps. after finally seeing who's behind the paper-thin wall, you can't seem to stop seeing him.
content warnings : 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, no use of y/n, yearning, unspecified age gap but reader is a grad student, he gets off and she hears so voyeurism kinda maybe?, two awkward shy freaks share a shower wall what more can i say!
authors note : i haven't seen one episode of the pitt i am going off of what i have gathered from the copious amount of fanfic i have read (if it's terribly ooc please lmk) AND this is my first fic in a very long time so please please please bear with me and my love for paragraph breaks and em dashes 💔
wordcount : ~5k
part 1 ─ ୨ৎ ─ part 2 ─ ୨ৎ ─ part 3
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After the Feast
Pairing: Joel Miller x You
Summary: Your first Thanksgiving with Joel’s family goes off without a hitch. But it’s in the calm of the evening after the feast, with a slice of pie & a can of whipped cream, that brings the sweetest part of the night.
Warnings: Good ol’ fluffy fluff, no explicit content, but some sensual behavior & mild sexual tension, playful food play, affectionate physical contact, established relationship.
Word Count: 1.5k
Notes: Happy Thanksgiving Everyone! I hope you enjoy it! <3 If you did please like, reblog or comment, I’d love to hear from you. <3 I've got many more stories in the works! Masterlist ~ AO3 ~ Fic Recs
Thanksgiving day had been a success. Tommy & Maria came over with their little one, a few of your friends & family showed up, Tommy & Joel’s parents joined in, of course Joel & Sarah were there too. It was your first Thanksgiving with them since moving in, and you’d wanted everything to be perfect. After hours of basting, stirring, & taste-testing, the house had filled with all the right smells, & by the end of the night, everyone was fed & happy. Mission accomplished.
Now, the house was quiet, everyone had said their goodbyes, Joel & Sarah were passed out on the couch, both of them comatose from too much food. Joel slouched deep into the corner, arm hanging off the side, Sarah curled against him with a blanket tangled around her feet.
You slipped into the kitchen, your stomach finally making room for a slice of the pumpkin pie you made.
Pulling it from the fridge, you cut yourself a generous piece & slid the pan back onto the shelf, turning to the inside of the door in search of the whipped cream. You smiled when you found the familiar red-and-white can.
You popped off the lid, finger on the long white nozzle, & gave it a few vigorous shakes. The can hovered over your piece of pie, & when you pressed the nozzle, it hissed mostly air at first before the cream came sputtering out with that familiar satisfying sound, the fluffy dollop sitting perfectly on top of the slice.
Then, because why not, you tilted your head back, brought the nozzle to your open mouth, and give it a quick pulse — a soft, airy dollop of sweetness filling your mouth. As you closed your eyes to savor it, a deep southern drawl broke the silence.
“You enjoyin’ yourself there, darlin’?"
You nearly left your soul behind, jumping out of your skin as you spun around. Joel was sitting at the head of the table grinning.
For as big of a man as he was, the son of a bitch was stealthy.
“Jesus, Joel!” you gasped, pressing the can of whipped cream to your chest. “You scared the shit outta me.”
He chuckled low, voice rough with amusement. “C’mere.”
“What?”
Joel repeated himself, pointing at the floor next to him.
You made your way over, stopping just next to him. He didn’t say a word, just looked up at you with an unreadable expression. You hovered there, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“Well?” you asked.
Joel’s mouth curved into a smile. Then he tipped his head back and opened his mouth.
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Ohh, you want some, sweet boy?”
He nodded, head still tilted back in patient invitation.
You leaned over him, close enough to smell the faint trace of bourbon on his breath from earlier in the evening, that mix of oak and warmth that always seemed to cling to him, no matter if he was drinking or not. His hair was mussed, his flannel wrinkled, sleeves rolled up from helping earlier with dishes. You felt his hand grasp your hip as you tilted into him, floating the nozzle just over his mouth, giving it a gentle press. The cream landed on his tongue with a soft hiss.
He closed his mouth, swallowed, then looked up at you grinning. “Mmm,” he said, licking his lips.
You turned, headed back to put the whipped cream away, but Joel wasn’t finished. His hand came up, fingers wrapping lightly around your wrist, pulling you back to him.
“Think I need another taste,” he drawled.
You smiled at him, bringing the can back up but then his smile deepened, and his eyes softened, as he said quietly, “No, sweetheart. Of you.”
Your eyebrows shot up. “Ohhh,” you said, dragging the word out. “You want a taste of me, huh?”
One corners of his mouth tugged up, voice coming out deep, that slow drawl wrapping around the words, “Yes, ma’am.” His gaze lingered on your mouth. “If it’s on the menu.”
You laughed, hand lifting to cradle the side of his face, his coarse beard so familiar & comforting under your touch.
“Well,” you said, leaning in. “I don’t usually offer samples this late in the night…”
He raised a brow, cocky now. “But?”
You kissed him, just enough to make him lean into it, to chase it, then pulled back.
“But I’m feelin’ generous.”
His hands slipped to your waist, fingers curling there.
“Hold on,” you whispered, brushing your nose against his. “I’ll be right back.”
You slipped out of his hold & made your way back to the fridge. The whipped cream went back on the shelf, the door shut with a soft thud. You grabbed the plate with the pie and turned back to him.
He hadn’t moved.
You walked back over to him, straddling his lap without a word. His hands found your hips & your back settled lightly against the edge of the table behind you.
You held the plate of pie between you & took a bite, the pumpkin filling smooth and spiced, the crust still buttery.
Joel watched you the whole time, his eyes on your mouth, his thumbs rubbing back & forth into your thigh. You let out a soft hum, smiling as you chewed.
Then you scooped up another bite & brought the fork to his lips, like you were feeding royalty.
He took it slow, tongue brushing the tines, lips wrapping around them, his gaze still locked on you, it was gentle & loving but also held a knavish lust. In that moment, he felt less like a man & more like your king, one you’d gladly kneel before & serve if it meant earning that look again.
“That’s real good, baby,” he said, licking a little pumpkin off the corner of his mouth. “Still think you taste better though.”
“You’re such a bad boy, Joel Miller,” you murmured, slowly shaking your head.
He grinned. “Only for you, sweet thing.”
Joel took the plate from your hand & sat it on the table behind you, then his hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you a little closer, until your chest brushed his, and the heat of him bled through your clothes.
“You taste like cinnamon,” he said.
“Do I?” you asked.
His eyes darkened just slightly. “Lemme check again.”
You laughed, soft & breathless, tilting your head as he leaned in, but his hand came up grabbing your face, fingers spreading along your jaw as he turned your head with authority, guiding you until your neck was bared to him.
The skin there, suddenly keen with awareness, with wanting. His breath hit your neck before his mouth did, feeling it first as heat, then as the faint brush of his lips at the edge of your pulse. His thumb stroked slowly along your jaw as he kissed lower, each press deliberate, tasting you in increments.
You exhaled, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers slid into his hair, nails grazing lightly against his scalp. He groaned quietly, you smiled to yourself, knowing how much he loved when you played with his hair.
“Mm,” Joel murmured against your skin, his lips brushing the hollow beneath your ear. “Yep. Cinnamon. Little bit of nutmeg, too.”
You huffed a soft laugh, warmth sliding down your spine at the firm way he held you. His hand moved from your jaw to around your throat, just resting there, with a light squeeze.
“Is all this sweetness mine?” He asked, eyes set on yours.
A puff of air left your lips as you shook your head in agreeance.
“I wanna hear you say it.”
“Yes, Joel, it's all ’urs.”
He licked his lips & smiled, letting go of your throat.
You leaned back, elbows & forearms on the table behind you. Joel’s eyes ran up & down your figure draped on his lap, but then his expression changed, & just as you thought you knew where the night was going he said, “Today was real good… Food was perfect. House smelled like home. Sarah was happy, it was good to see my parents, Tommy wouldn’t shut up about the turkey…”
His eyes danced over your face.
“...but the best part was you.”
You felt your throat constrict as he lifted a hand to cradle your cheek, thumb sweeping across your lower lip.
“I’m so thankful for you,” Joel murmured. “For the way you take care of all of us. For the way you make this house feel like… like somethin’ I never thought I’d have again.”
He breathed out slowly, forehead almost touching yours, his eyes moving back & fourth searching yours. “I don’t say it enough, but I’m real damn grateful you’re in my life, sweetheart.”
You smiled, leaning into his touch.
“And yeah,” he added with a quiet, playful smile, “the food was incredible. But you…” He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper over your mouth. “…you’re the part I’ll remember.”
me: feels unloved *searches x reader tag*
Hello! For your requests, can I suggest: (older) Jackson Joel x sweet/sunshine Reader (younger) where Joel notices Reader during something mundane like handling horses after patrol, cleaning after Ellie's mess or doing dishes, etc and he thinks it's the hottest most, attractive thing he's ever seen? He's hiding his affection for her for so long but can't resist her anymore? Thanks!! ✨
With some touches of soft dom, breeding, domestic love and babygirl used for Reader?
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫
This piece contains 18+ content
pairing joel miller x sunshine reader [friends → lovers]
summary joel’s old enough to know what he wants, and man enough to finally admit it’s you [fluff, yearning, smut (p in v, teasy, soft, dash of overstim as well as the specifics requested above), wc 5.4k]
a/n thank you so much for this amazing request and your patience, anon! i really enjoyed writing this one cause it scratched an itch i didn’t know i had. i love these two so much!
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The breezes have grown surer of themselves. Unabashed in their chill, though they make the trees sway all the same.
Swashes of vibrant colors now stretch amidst the evergreens. Leaves of red, orange, and yellow that don’t take much convincing to surrender from their branches. While out on afternoon patrol, Joel had appreciated the quiet beauty of it all.
️₊˚‧︵‿꒰ The Life We Grew series ꒱‿︵‧˚₊
summary : It starts with an audit. She’s a sharp-edged accountant sent to investigate hospital budget discrepancies. He’s a war-worn trauma doctor running an off-the-books supply system to keep his ER alive. Their first meeting is tense, all clipped words and locked eyes—but something in the mess clicks.
This is the story of what happens after: of two people falling in love slowly, deeply, and without a roadmap.
From fluorescent-lit hospital wings to mismatched dishes and prenatal vitamins lined up like trauma meds, this series follows Jack Abbot and the reader as they build a life from scratch. Marriage, parenthood, exhaustion, quiet joy. Toddler meltdowns and foot rubs. Sleepless nights and whispered “we’re really doing this” moments.
Through every audit, every phase, and every heartbeat—one, then two, then four—Jack learns how to be something he never thought he could be: a husband, a father, a safe place to land. And she learns how to let him.
This isn’t a story about falling in love. It’s about staying there.
note : this series has completely taken on a life of its own, so I figured it was time to give it a proper masterlist. I hope you love reading it as much as I’ve love writing it.
status : ongoing (last updated 10/08/25 : chest pain? try a cat)
₊˚⊹ ୨୧ chapters :
prequel: irregularities
prequel part two : showing up anyway
part one: he begins to notice
part two: the camouflage onesie
part three: a year of you
part four : sticky fingers, quiet mornings
part five : the longest night at the pitt
part six : this room, that room
₊˚⊹ ୨୧ bonus content :
happy father's day, Jack (part 4.5)
the moment Jack realizes she’s it (part .5)
duck's origin story (part 2.5)
love island and shredded cheese: jack's guilty pleasure (part 4.75)
chest pain? try a cat (part 6.5)
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summary: you teach joel how to choke you
|| smut MDNI 18+, horny musings, not much plot, choking, pinv, dirty talk (god I love nasty joel! what can I say he gets the mouth of a sailor when he’s turned on), bicep choking!!!!!!!, daddy kink, praise kink, little bit of pussy pronouns, anxious!joel, nervous!joel, sweet!reader, established relationship, jackson!joel, mentions of big scary joel bark bark bark, but actually I just love him so there's also tender fluff in here too. I can't make smut without making it abundantly clear im helplessly in love w him || a/n: oh yeah so I was on vacay this whole week and this was all I thought about. okay maybe one more thing you might see from this week of inspiration but plz enjoy!!! a/n II: thinking about joel's anxiety makes me sad but I feel like it's not written about enough plz don't make me cry anymore wc: 2.2k short and sweet 4 u
Fast n’ Dirty
Summary: Joel’s gotta crush on the girl that works nights at the CVS. He swears it’s nothin, that he’s just a guy lookin’ out for a nice girl in the rougher part of town. He’s lying.
tw: kinda pervy Joel. slight stalker-ish behavior? not really, Joel just frequents that CVS a lot..but on purpose? sex products, rough sex, meanie!Joel, degrading dirty talk, oral (m receiving), serious objectification, tit play, lactation kink, guys Joel’s a freak here but so is reader so yay. I did edit this but it’s also 4am here and I haven’t slept. if there’s any edits to make, I’ll fix them later 🫶🏼
wc: 3,952
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Joel knows you work nights at the CVS just outside Arvin county, at the crossing of Milton and Pell Circle. He drives past it almost everyday on the way to different sites.
None of it was intentional. Joel never meant to be creepy. It was accidental, instinctual, the way he remembered your schedule. It wasn’t weird. You were just younger, and pretty, and they never seemed to schedule you during the day. It put Joel on edge. If he noticed your schedule it meant someone else could too.
Joel was just looking out for you. That’s what he tells himself. It’s not the whole truth though. Not with the way he finds reasons, excuses, to stop by. Water, beer, batteries he doesn’t need. Like it’s not your face that slips up behind his eyelids when he finally lays down in his bed and his dick gets hard. Messy hair, paint chipped fingernails, and red lipstick that somehow looks out of place, too much for a girl who works at CVS, but perfect on you.
Yeah, Joel felt like a perv. Every time. He felt guilty, until the night he found out you were just as depraved as him.
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Joel could feel that familiar itch as he drove home tonight. It snuggled up close and warm behind his belly button. Desire seemed to drag its nails along Joel’s bones, sharp and simmering.
You weren’t supposed to be working tonight.
It was his chance to buy what he needed.
Neon letters shine bright as hell across the parking lot, reflecting off the leftover puddles of rain. Joel strolls in with heavy boots.
Walking through those automatic doors always felt strange. There was a certain air about a CVS. Just like gas stations in the middle of the night or washed out grocery stores with squeaky floors.
Eerily clean and tidy. CVSs feel like stepping into the back rooms, always looking frozen in time. Carpet thin and stiff and always freshly vacuumed. Even without the lines, anyone could smell the burning plastic of that dinosaur they made you push around.
It’s empty in here. Only the sound of his steps and the low hum of electricity follow Joel throughout the store. He sinks his fingers into the cut out on a case of beer, hauls it around end caps stacked with candy and graduation teddy bears. Joel doesn’t stop till he gets to a certain isle.
He isn’t weird about it. Joel’s a grown ass man. Hell, teetering the line of old. This isn’t the first time he’s bought adult products before. His eyes trail over the different packages of lube, flicker over to the condoms.
He could call someone. There’s a few old numbers buried down a list in his phone. Joel doesn’t want that though. Doesn’t want the cheap corny banter, the glasses of wine he’d have to force down or the small talk.
Joel wants fast and dirty.
But that wasn’t happening…
“You can’t go wrong with KY.”
Joel jumps out of his skin, whips around at the sound of your voice. Your voice.
He stares. The red company polo shirt is one size too big, baggy on you. A messy fraying braid sweeps over your shoulder, beat to hell chucks on your feet. Red lipstick.
You weren’t supposed to be working tonight.
Joel’s voice comes out a little flat, like he’s confused. He is. He ask, “What?”
You laugh a little, nodding towards the shelves and explaining, “KY Jelly’s brand. It’s a classic for a reason.”
You keep talking when Joel doesn’t, even when he turns back around to look at the too many boxes. His brain is rebooting.
“We have other stuff too. Toys. They’re mostly for women though. Vibrators and bunnies. They’d be a great surprise for any girl.”
“There’s no girl.”
Joel’s eyes are on you again. His reply comes too fast, a little harsh. He clears his throat and tries again.
“There’s no girl. I was just here for uh..”
He trails off after nodding towards the lube, looks to the carpeted floor. Too many images and words flash through his brain. He damn well just admitted he’s planning on going home to jerk off.
When you giggle, Joel looks up again. It’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard in his life. Like peaches and graham cracker pie crust. Sweet tea in red plastic cups. There’s a soft pink hue painting your cheeks and a smile on your face.
“Still got a lot of options. Lots of couples like the warming gels but they can be just as much fun..alone. Just depends on what you like, and if you’re using a toy that calls for a certain base. Water. Silicone.”
Your eyes come back to Joel. There’s a teasing tone to your words, and it makes Joel wanna laugh. Just the fact that you’re standing here teaching him about lube like he’s not fifteen years your senior. He shouldn’t do it. Shouldn’t poke or extend this conversation any further.
“What do you recommend?”
Too late. He watches as the pretty pink color deepens on the high points of your cheeks, how your eyelashes flutter at the question, at the way his voice dips low. You lift a hand and flick at the tab of an empty row.
“Personally, Astroglide,” you say with a shrug, trying to act casual.
Joel hums, liking the way you squirm. Silence stretches between you for a long moment. When you speak again, it’s not what Joel expects.
“I’m sure we have more in the back. It’s just - I won’t be able to reach the box it’s in. If you wanna follow me, we can get it for you.”
Joel knows he shouldn’t. Knows it’s a bad fucking idea. Even with that glint in your eye, that tone in your voice, Joel doesn’t let his mind go there.
He does follow you though. Sets the case of beer by the hall that leads to the bathroom, employee break room. Your ratty sneakers come to a stop in front of another plain, boring colored door. The tension is palpable as you slide a key into the lock.
The room is dark when the door swings open, until you flip a switch that bathes the small space in a dimmer fluorescent lighting. You step in and Joel follows, eyes running along the shelves of big boxes with peeling labels. He still believes you, still thinks he’s just here to reach what you can’t and he’ll just buy the lube you recommended, go home and become a bigger pervert than ever.
That’s the last thought he has before the air is knocked from him. Before you’re on him. Your hands shove him backwards, tripping him up by surprise, his boots stumbling. Joel’s back slams into the smooth surface of the door, closing it. Your mouth is on his, greedy and fast.
It takes Joel a second to process what’s happening. Your warm lips on his, tiny kitten nails scratching at his neck and beard. You pull at him, straining on your tippy toes to even reach his mouth. Joel groans low and filthy when you sink your sharp teeth into his bottom lip.
That’s when he grabs your face, pushing you away. He doesn’t let go though. His fingers dig into the bones of your jaw, what Joel would normally claim just shy of too hard, but you lean into it.
“What are you doing?”
It’s a deep whisper. His eyes find yours. Wild and wide, eager but scared. Joel growls when you don’t respond, gets in your face and actually jerks you a little.
He ask again, meaner this time, “What the fuck are you doing?”
You gasp, “I - I don’t know. I just wanted..I thought..”
“Thought what? Huh?”
Joel’s chest heaves, and you sink those cute nails into his forearm and whimper. Red lipstick smeared across your mouth, cheeks pushed together and fattened by Joel’s grip. You whimper and Joel’s mind breaks.
“I just thought..there’s a gas station across the street, Joel..’n probably fourteen more between here and your house..but you stop here…I - I wanted..”
That’s all it takes. The way you call him out so softly and confess in the same breath. Joel doesn’t let himself think twice. You want him. You’ve known he wants you. It’s the last thread pulled, the first domino pushed. Joel’s mouth captures yours.
The kiss isn’t gentle or sweet. It’s all teeth and the rough scrape of Joel’s beard. Joel keeps up the pace you set when you first jumped him, just guides that eager little fire of yours with more finesse. He squeezes your jaw, pops that pretty mouth open and licks into it.
You taste like sour candy. The kind that’s coated in that granular jaw stingy sugary powder. Joel licks it from your teeth, sucks the taste of it from your tongue. He won’t pull away. Just pushes deeper into the feeling of his lungs tightening and burning.
That rushing relief, the first gasp of cool air filling his chest comes when you just drop. Ungraciously and hard. Joel hears the way your knees knock against the floor. It takes Joel by surprise, wants to assume you’ve just slipped, but that’s impossible with the way your fingers start ripping at the worn leather belt around his waist.
Joel doesn’t get a chance to speak. Not before you’re untucking his shirt, shoving it up his belly. Your wet mouth slides over his skin, fingers still pulling and parting denim. You look up at him then. Eyes blown, you huff, “Need to suck your cock, Joel.”
Something deep in his guts kick, dick jerking hard in his pants. He’s leaking already. Joel groans loudly, head falling back against the door with a thud. An angry growl slips from his throat when you yank his jeans and briefs the rest of the way down. You’re fucking desperate, not even giving him a minute to undress.
Joel reaches down, winding your braid around his fist and tugging your neck back. Dark eyes and meaner words fall from his mouth, “Fuck..look at you..”
But you’re not looking at Joel anymore, not in the eyes anyway. Yours, glassy and glazed over, are locked on the cock bobbing in front of your face. Joel’s. Thicker than he is long. Six and a half, but heavy. Dark at the base, a pretty mauve shaded tip. Wet. Pretty balls too, covered in the corse hair of Joel’s pubes. He’s bushy but trimmed. There’s a few grays peeking through and you downright fucking salivate at the sight. You don’t look scared. You look hungry and it makes Joel’s blood pump faster, something angry and dark shuffling beneath the rug in his mind.
Joel grabs himself, watches your face as you watch the way he strokes his length. Root to tip. That look in your eyes, like you need his dick to breathe, breeds a need to ruin you within Joel. He doesn’t ask but he doesn’t need to tell you either. Your jaw is already falling open, mouth wide. With a tight grip on your hair, he tilts his hips forward, resting the leaking tip against your bottom lip.
“Whore,” Joel whispers, spits.
You whine. It only makes you wetter, more desperate, Joel’s meanness. You pull against the tight grasp on your braid as you try to fall onto his cock. Joel gives. He lets go and it’s instant, the wet heat of your mouth, He can’t stop himself from pushing deep, giving a single hard thrust sooner than you’re ready for. The sounds of your choking are filthy. Cheeks bulging, muscles constricting when Joel’s tip punches the back of your throat.
“Fuuuck,” Joel growls. He lets up, lets you use the added spit to set your own pace. Trails of mulberry red mark the skin of his cock as your lips slide. You knock his hand away, fingers slipping around the width, stroking in time with the bobs of your head. It’s rhythmic and messy, drool leaking from the corners of your mouth, soaking every inch of Joel and his balls, your chin.
You push down hard. Nose buried in the hair at the base, choking yourself, letting Joel feel and hear the way you gag around him. For the first time, the sound he makes is broken and strangled. “Shit..shit shit shit,” Joel gasp.
He pulls on the root of your braid, having to use actual force to pull you off. He’s too close too soon and you’re not letting up. It’s messy when he does pull out completely. Spit links the two of you together, and Joel grabs himself again, smacking your right cheek, and then your left.
It’s dirty and mean, the way he starts thrusting against your face, like you’re just there for him to grind his dick against something. You can’t hold back the whine that slips free, your pussy pulsing in time with your heartbeat. The sound of his voice draws you back.
Joel grunts, tip gliding over your mouth. His voice comes out heavy, “Fuck..you like this, don’t you?”
Your answer is the way your eyes find his, your tongue slipping out flat. Joel’s cock jerks in his hand. He groans, slapping his length against your tongue, leaving it coated and sticky.
You slowly close your lips around the head again, taking it no further. The view Joel has is pure sin. Your eyes never leave his, filled with a fake sweetness and complete obedience as you suckle on the tip like it’s candy.
“Fuck..don’t..don’t look at me like that,” Joel rasp.
You simply hum around him, keeping your wide glassy eyes on his, tongue flickering over the nerve beneath the head. Joel gasp. He snaps.
Joel leans down instantly, large hands engulfing your cheeks, mouth sealing over yours as he drags you to your unsteady feet.
“Let me fuck you. Please let me fuck you,” Joel begs against your lips. He doesn’t mind the taste of himself, the pre or spit.
He spins you, placing your back to his chest. Joel’s teeth bite down on your neck, stinging. He purrs in your ear, “Let me fuck you, pretty girl.”
You whine from your already sore throat, “Joel..I want to but I didn’t..I haven’t shaved.”
Joel could laugh. He really could. He takes that want of yours as a yes and slips his hand down your pants. His fingertips meet soft hair, brushing over the lips of your pussy until he’s cupping it in his big palm. Joel noses at your ear, voice rough, “You think I care about this?”
“I don’t give a fuck about this,” Joel whispers, fingers teasingly running over your pubes, the seam of your slit without ever dipping in. You whine, skin burning hot. Joel bites down again before he ask, “You gonna give me what’s mine, baby? Can I fuck this sweet little cunt?”
“Yes, yes yes,” you gasp. Your head falls back, mouth open when he finally finally dips those calloused fingers into you. Soaked. Drenched. Joel groans, dragging it from your opening to your clit. That sticky cream coats the hair on your lips, making a mess between your legs.
Before you can blink, Joel’s dragging everything down. When he stands back up behind you, he’s pushing the material of your company shirt up, yanking the thin scrape of lace that is your bralette down. The tiny mounds of your breast are exposed, nipples hard. Barely a handful but Joel squeezes them all the same, wets his fingers and tweaks your nipples until you’re squeaking.
“I could feed off these, couldn’t I, baby? Suck on these pretty tits until they’re leaking? Milk you every morning?”
Joel chuckles behind you. His dirty words are a distraction as he lines himself up. In the next breath, he’s shoving in, punching the air from your lungs and every thought from your mind. A ragged scream. Kitten nails digging deep enough to leave marks. Joel’s thick cock stretches your pussy to the max, bulging your belly.
He has to pause, balls sitting snug against your ass. It’s too good. Too warm, too soft. The gummy walls of your cunt suck Joel’s cock straight to the hilt, like she finally got what she needs, and she’s not letting go. Nasty thoughts flash through Joel’s mind.
BreedherBreedherBreedher.
He shakes his head, gives those cute tits a squeeze and runs his palm down your sternum, watching the blissed out struggle on your face. He hums sweetly, “Breathe baby, breathe.”
You do. A guttural shaky one, but you do. When Joel feels you relax, he leans in, licking and kissing along your jaw. Eyes half closed, you eventually melt into Joel’s embrace.
His next words are a contradiction. Soft and tender, but words that promise the opposite. Joel whispers, “Listen to me..’m..’m not gonna be gentle. Alrigh? I need you fast and hard..rough. I need to wreck this cunt. Need you screamin’. Gimme me a word. One word. If you say it, we stop.”
Your mind whirls. You hiccup softly, “Cinnamon.”
Joel hums, kissing your jaw again. “Alrigh’. You say cinnamon, we what..?”
“We stop,” you answer instantly.
A laugh vibrates from Joel’s chest, bleeds in through your back. His smile is sharp.
“Good girl.”
It’s the last soft moment between you. That last kiss to your skin was a switch flipping. Joel quickly spins you around, shoving you over a large stack of boxes. They’re steady, filled with heavy computer paper and placing your pretty cunt at the perfect level.
The snap of his hips is instant. Earth shattering. You’d scream if you could. Fingers scrambling, clutching. You can’t find a good grip with the way Joel has you thrown over the boxes. You feel like a rag doll, limp and shaky, just something warm and wet for him to use.
A sharp slap to your ass triggers that desperate inhale of air. You finally scream, choked and broken, mixing with the steady sound of Joel’s moans. He doesn’t slow down, only growls above the sound of his hips slamming into yours, “This what you wanted? My fat cock splitting this pretty cunt open?”
“Yesyes yes Joel, fuck..wanted it,” you cry.
Another slap to your ass, a harsh tug to one your nipples. A groan comes deep from Joel’s belly. “Fuckin’ dirty girl..dreamin’ about your pussy gettin’ used?”
Joel feels the way you squeeze his dick. He laughs. His thrusts only speed up, pushing more broken sounds from your mouth. Joel watches the way he bullies his cock into your pussy, and how she just takes it. Already puffy and swollen.
He smirks, voice teasing, “She likes this..being used. Stuffed full..Tell me what you are.”
“A whore..’m a whore.”
Joel rewards you with the touch of his fingertips to your clit. He taunts you, “Who’s whore, baby? Hm? Bet you do this every shift, let just anybody see and use this little cunt?”
“No nono..jus’ you Joel..’s yours.”
Joel moans, leaning over your back. His free fingers find your nipples. He chuckles again, voice sweetly mocking, words mean. “These cute little mosquito bites mine too, baby?”
Shame rolls through your belly. You nod, face burning, eyes watering. Joel’s fingers haven’t stopped tracing sweet circles on your clit. Your release comes suddenly, skipping like a pebble over the lake of fire in your belly and crashing into you.
“Fuckfuckkfuck,” you sob. The first tears fall.
Joel gasp brokenly, forehead falling to your shoulder. The aftershocks of your orgasm, each flutter of your walls, it kicks Joel closer to the edge. He barely gets out, “Fuck fuck ‘m gonna cum..where?”
“Inside,” you whisper.
That almost breaks Joel. His hips stutter mid thrust, balls pulling tight. “Baby..I can’t. Can’t..”
“Cum inside me, Joel. Pleasepleaseplease please cum in-inside me,” you cry, more tears spilling hot and fast. The sight ruins him. Your tears, the tight grip of your sore pussy. Joels body decides for him, decides that dumping a load in your young cunt can be a problem, a ghost to haunt his conscience, for another day. He thrust deep and cums hard, balls pumping, painting your tender walls white and thick.
You both stay still for a long time, exhausted bodies draped over the boxes. Joel eventually lifts himself off your back. His voice comes quick though.
“Don’t move,” he says on a heavy breath. It’s only a few seconds. You hear shuffling, his belt, silence…a click. When you look back over your shoulder, Joel’s crouched down, phone level with your exposed pussy. He took a picture of your puffy cunt, his cum drooling out and soaking the cardboard you’re laying across.
The act sends your tummy flipping. You should say something, object. You don’t. The fact that Joel has a picture of your ruined pussy in his phone turns you on more than it should. The fact that he didn’t ask, the objectification, like your pussy is just free to take photos of, like your pussy belongs to him…
“Come here, sweetheart.”
His voice pulls you back to the present, those hands pulling you upright. Thighs shaking, slick running down to your ankles, Joel chuckles at the sight.
The flannel he never even took off, he takes it off now. The fabric is rough on your skin but it’s Joel’s tender wipes that keep you from protesting. He cleans you throughly, getting only a little side tracked, fingertips exploring, running through your folds again just because.
After a few tired giggles and batting Joel’s hands away, a dirty whisper that he was very serious about milking your tits, you’re both dressed again. Joel kisses you one last time before opening the supply closet door. Sweet and deep. He really looks at you, like he’s memorizing your face.
The goodbye is..other worldly. He picks up his abandoned case of beer, and with a bottle of astroglide, Joel checks out with the dirtiest, cockiest grin on his face. You watch as Joel walks out of the automatic doors before locking them. He’s all you can think about as you close for the night, him and the last little bit of his cum leaking out of you.
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(I’m sorry this took so long!! I’m finishing up my summer classes so I’ve been drowning in test and essays. Hope you guys like this. Should have a shorter Tommy fic soon, and other chapter fics will be updated. 🫶🏼)
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Summary: You wanted a family so badly, you were willing to do anything to make it happen. What started as a selfless plan to bring new life into the world slowly unraveled into something messier, more intimate, and impossible to undo. Love bloomed where it shouldn’t have, sacrifices were made without anyone meaning to, and in the end, you got exactly what you asked for.
Just not the way you imagined.
a joel miller x you x tommy miller story || smut MDNI 18+, porn with a lottttaaa plot, each chapter also has individual tags to heed, infertility, infidelity, pregnancy, fem!reader, afab!reader, talks of polyamory, throuples, love triangle, therapy, bad communicators, boundaries crossed and broken, no outbreak au, talk of baby gender / sex, yearning and longing, unhealthy dynamics, okay now onto smut tags: pinv, fingering, f!receiving oral, m!receiving oral, baby making, size kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, riding, missionary, doggy style, prone bone, kissing, threesome (no incest!!!), possessiveness, jealousy, mildly dubious consent in one chapter, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, ||