Hi, I just wanted to let you know that I care sooo much about dirty work. I read your story earlier this summer and I have been anticipating the next chapter but I don't mean to pressure you.
I struggled for a long time not knowing whether or not to tell you how much I would like to read a sequel of our dear hotgirl!reader connecting with our darling Joel. There is a thin line between sounding entitled and giving a compliment, you know what I mean?
I could not even believe someone would write a story like that, you are so talented!!! You total queen delivered 10/10. Does that even make sense? I will never be the same.
Thank you for sharing your writing, you are awesome.
Thank you, my love 😭💕 Comments like these really make my writing brain want to go again. I’m sorry that I’ve been so slow — my university started up again, so I’ve been quite busy with that. But you honestly just convinced me to finish Dirty Work two and focus on it. Sometimes I lose myself and end up editing a whole bunch of fics I’ve nearly finished instead of sticking to one. Your message gave me such a push, thank you for that 🫶
I was asking cause I didn’t want to put in an ask that would make you uncomfortable.
Maybe some ideas that you write about the old man serious and Joel showing his age at some point. It could be how his dick won’t get up and they have already used medicine to help him get up before and it is not safe for him to take it again.
Or like he has to wear dentures and one time when they have sex or start getting on with each other he does not have them in and the reader experiences the sensation of someone going down on her with no teeth.
Or lean more into the reader being more of a caretaker in some situations with her having to help bath him and do grooming on him sometimes. Then the action of her doing this turns the reader on.
Or like more improvised sex toys with things that could raise some eyebrows.
Yesss these are similar to the ones I have started!!! Thank you so much!!
How about dirty old man a/b/o trope, having a rut after being around her? He has not had one in years cus of his “old age” lmao. So it’s driving him insane 👀
Oh yeah, this hits imma write that
Edit: actually… I have a a/b/o thing i wrote a few weeks ago…
For the old man series what are your limits on how far the smut can go. What are your limits for what you will write?
Without sounding too crazy … honestly, I don’t really have any limits when it comes to writing smut, except for extreme gore and general vore — and of course, everyone involved has to be of age.
I’ve got tons of smut ideas that go wayyy outside the usual comfort zone — stuff like taboos pairings etc. I honestly don’t know how to share that without people trying to cancel me … but it’s all fiction, y’all. I don’t support or condone any of that in real life.
Even with fetishes I don’t personally have, I mostly just see the vision in them and how it could entertain the people who do — y’know? If y’all ever ask for something I’m not comfy with, I’ll say so, but honestly nothing really shocks me anymore.
GIRLLLLLL I NEED a part two of Dirty Work and the Old Man series. PLEASEEEEE, when do you plan on updating? Please, don't stress, I'm just curious, I don't mean to be intrusive.
have a good day❤️
GIIIIIRRRRRLLLLLL - dirty work - no problem it’s coming but …. dirty old man…. I’m struggling a bit with that one because…. I dont know what else that old fucker could do (requests appreciated)
And I’m planning to post very soon - I moved to a new place and have been so busy but don’t worry you’ll get fed!!!
A robbery gone wrong, a trip to the station, and joel miller abusing his badge for the very serious crime of… flirting with his wife under interrogation lights.
warnings: humor, fluff, sexual teasing, gun talk, shameless Joel being Joel, Joel in love
a/n: just posting a few small something’s to get me posting again before the bigger stuff, enjoy joel being a menace 😌
short but sweet : 1,6k
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The robbery itself hadn’t been much.
Some kid in a mask, shaking like a leaf, waving a gun that probably wasn’t even loaded, and bolting before the cops even made it onto the scene.
Still—you were there.
Still—they dragged you into the station, stuck you under buzzing fluorescent lights, and shoved a statement form your way.
And, of course, the one who came to “interrogate” you was Joel.
He strolled into the room like he owned the place, notepad tucked under his arm, leaning against the doorframe with that lazy smirk you knew too well.
He let his eyes drag over you slow, like he was deliberately drawing out the moment before opening his mouth.
“Well, well,” he drawled, voice thick with amusement. “Ain’t this déjà vu. You sittin’ across from me, lookin’ guilty as sin.”
You rolled your eyes, already feeling the grin tugging at his lips. “I’m a witness, Miller. Not a suspect.”
Joel made a show of flipping his notebook open, clicking his pen with a sharp little snap. “Mm,” he said, all mock-serious, like he was addressing the jury. “We’ll see about that.”
He finally pushed off the door, dragging the chair back slow so the metal legs screeched across the floor just to get on your nerves.
Sitting across from you, his grin softened for just a second— before he cleared his throat and leaned in, putting his forearms on the table.
“State your full name for the record.”
You raised a brow. “You know my name.”
“Mm. Just like hearin’ you say it,” he said, smirk tugging. “Specially when it’s paired with mine.”
Your lips curved before you could help it as you said your full name, the sound catching somewhere between indulgence and exasperation.
Joel’s mouth twitched, satisfied, like he’d won something small but important.
He cleared his throat, forcing his tone flat and official. “Please describe the suspect in detail, miss.”
You tilted your head, humoring him. “Lanky. Young. Skinny. Nervous.”
Joel scribbled on the page, not bothering to look up. “Not your type, then.”
A laugh slipped out of you, soft and amused. “Lucky for you.”
Joel’s eyes flicked up at that, grin tugging wider, slow and satisfied like he’d just won something. “Damn right it is.”
You shook your head, smile tugging even as you tried to stifle it.
He clicked his pen again, leaning back like he was suddenly all business. “Alright, sweetheart. Where were you at 7pm today?”
You deadpanned. “Standing at the counter. Watching a very bad criminal fail spectacularly.”
Joel cleared his throat, leaning in like this was suddenly deadly serious. “Any witnesses to confirm that?” His eyes narrowed, but his mouth twitched. “Handsome husband, maybe?”
You gave him a flat look. “No, handsome husband.”
Joel put a hand to his chest like you’d shot him. “Ouch. That one stings.”
You arched a brow. “You’ll live.”
“Barely,” he muttered, scribbling something down that was definitely not your answer. “Damn shame, though. I could’ve made a real solid alibi.”
Your lips twitched despite yourself. “By doing what? Swearing under oath that you were too busy annoying me to notice the guy with a gun?”
His grin stretched, lazy and wolfish. “Exactly.”
You crossed your arms. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Course I am,” Joel said, clicking his pen like he was settling in for the best part. “When else am I gonna get to grill my own girl under these lights?” He leaned back just enough to smirk, eyes glinting. “Makes me feel powerful.”
You snorted. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Mm,” he hummed, pretending to jot something down, lips twitching like he was holding back a laugh.
“Alright then, next question. Do you own any registered weapons? Other than…” his eyes dragged slow up and down, lazy as sin, “those eyes, damn.”
You laughed before you could stop yourself, biting it back quick. “Unbelievable.”
“Mm,” he murmured, pretending to scribble. “Unbelievably good at my job.”
He tapped the pen against his notebook, grin lazy. “Unbelievably good at a lotta things, actually. Questionin’ suspects. Givin’ orders. Givin’ you exactly what you need.”
Heat flickered in your cheeks, but you fought to keep your voice steady. “Pretty sure none of that’s in the handbook, Detective.”
Joel only smirked wider, leaning back in his chair like he had all the time in the world.
“Maybe not. But I always did go above and beyond for my cases.” His eyes dragged over you, deliberate, shameless. “Now tell me, sweetheart — this armed suspect… he wasn’t better lookin’ than me, was he? ’Cause I’ll have to put that in the report.”
The laugh tore out of you loud and sudden, head tipping back, shoulders shaking. It filled the little gray room, bouncing off the walls until even Joel had to give up the act and chuckle low in his chest.
Joel’s chuckle rumbled out, low and rough, and he shook his head. “Knew I’d get you laughin’ sooner or later.”
You wiped at the corner of your eye, still grinning. “You’re an idiot.”
“Mm,” he agreed easily, leaning back in his chair, stretching long legs out under the table until his boot brushed against your shoe. “Yet somehow, you keep me around.”
“That’s still up for debate,” you shot back, but your smile gave you away.
Joel’s eyes softened, the grin lingering, but quieter now. “But you’re alright, sweet thing? He didn’t touch you? Didn’t scare you?”
Your arms crossed again, more to steady yourself than in defiance. “Joel, I’m fine. He was barely older than a kid, and the gun probably wasn’t even loaded.”
His jaw ticked, the protective edge showing for just a beat. “Don’t matter. Gun’s a gun.” He studied you, gaze heavy, like he could peel back every layer just to make sure you were telling the truth. Then, softer: “Hate the thought of you standin’ there alone.”
Your throat worked, because this was the side of him no one else ever saw but you — the one tucked under the sarcasm, the growl, the badge.
“I wasn’t alone,” you reminded him, voice lighter, teasing. “You showed up five minutes later, all heroic.”
Joel huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Heroic, huh? You tryin’ to sweet-talk me now?”
“Maybe I am.” You tilted your chin. “Seems to work on you.”
His grin came back, slow and wolfish. “Damn right it does. Though you oughta be careful, sweetheart…” He leaned in, voice dropping low, playful but edged with heat. “Flirtin’ with a detective? Could be a felony.”
You smirked. “Guess you’ll just have to cuff me then.”
Joel’s eyes darkened, his hand flexing around the pen like it was taking effort not to reach across the table for you right then and there. His chuckle came out low, rough. “Don’t tempt me, pretty girl.”
You arched a brow. “What, gonna put me in holding?”
He leaned forward, voice dropping low, all gravel and heat. “Holdin’s one word for it.” His eyes raked you slow, heavy with promise. “Bet I could find a few more ways to keep you… restrained.”
Your breath caught, but you masked it with a smirk. “Mm. Careful, Detective. You start talking like that, I might ask to be taken into custody.”
Joel’s eyes darkened, the grin curling slow and dangerous. “Darlin’… you’ve got no idea how close you are to gettin’ exactly that.” His pen clicked shut, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “Badge or not, darlin’, I’ve still got authority.”
He leaned back in his chair, voice rough, final. “And right now, authority says I’m gettin’ you home.”
You raised a brow, lips twitching. “Getting me home? What is this—chauffeuring part of the witness protection program now?”
Joel pushed his chair back with a scrape, standing slow. The air in the room shifted when he did, his size filling the space, his shadow swallowing yours. He leaned one hand on the table, close enough that you could feel the heat of him even before he bent down.
“Mm. Perks of bein’ my woman,” he drawled, that wink rough and deliberate. Then his mouth dipped close to your ear, voice dropping into a dangerous purr.
“Means I get to drive you home, walk you inside… and make damn sure you’re tucked in real good. With my hands. My mouth… something else.”
Your breath hitched before you could stop it, pulse kicking hard in your throat.
“Joel,” you warned, though your voice sounded thinner than you wanted.
He just smirked, his thumb dragging slow along the edge of the table, like he wanted it to be your skin. “Don’t look at me like that, pretty girl. You’re the one sittin’ here, flirtin’ with a detective. Gotta take the consequences.”
“Mm-hm.” You crossed your arms again, trying for defiance, but it only made his grin curve deeper, dirtier.
Joel straightened, snapping his notebook shut like he’d just finished the most official report of his life. He slid it across the table to you, his expression all mock-serious now.
“Alright,” he said. “Just need you to sign my notes, authorize me usin’ ’em for paperwork later.”
Suspicious, you flipped it open—and blinked.
Your name. Over and over. Hearts doodled around it, big and shameless. Like a love sick school boy.
Your laugh broke out, quick and helpless. “Joel—”
“Case closed,” he cut in smoothly, already reaching for you, his grin wicked. “Now let’s get you home. I got a whole new line of… investigatin’ to do.”
Okay y’all - I’m going to start posting a few shorter one-shots that are a little lighter and less story-heavy, just to ease myself back into the groove of publishing. That way I can take some of the pressure off myself — not every piece needs to be a big, world-building, layered one. (Don’t worry, I’ll still be posting those too fr)
would you ever write a/b/o joel x reader? i feel like it’d be right up your alley bc you write so well with like unbridled (am i using that correctly) lust if that makes any sense lol, ofc there are many types of smut lol but i feel like a lot of yours are kind of like that??
Well… yeah. Guilty as charged. Can’t deny the allegations.
I love a feral lover, so anything A/B/O-adjacent—unhinged lust, obsession, need—you already know I eat that up. Honestly - I’m super into them fics too (don’t @ me I was raised on 2011 fanfic culture and it shows). So yes, that kind of energy is very much in my lane, and I’d absolutely write an A/B/O Joel someday.
(Like you said, I feel like any of my Joel’s would already qualify)
But yeah… the idea has been circling my brain like a little vulture and I just need the right angle to let it take flight.
And yes—unbridled was 100% the right word, good job. 🗣️
I’m in misery — I finished the story, but there’s one turning point part I’m really not happy with. Now I’m torn: should I split it? (It’s already at 10k words per part, so it might be smart.) Or should I rework that section and post the whole thing together? It’s in your hands now!
If y’all want me to post the whole thing together, I’ll definitely need more time — and honestly, I thought I really loved this idea, but now I’m not so sure…. Don’t worry though… dirty old man Joel is coming back right after this. And there’s another dirty work part on the way too.
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