elsie

lover of softness & violence

[mylittlestlamb]

hi. im elsie. 🪽🤍🫧

♡ lover of lana del rey, cats, tea, romanticism, masochism, pop girlies, horror, sexual violence, smelling like desserts, the color pink, & men twice my age. in my 20s. enjoys incorporating ddlg, bdsm, noncon, etc. into my fics. enjoys writing fluff n soft occurrences too! say hi, i dont bite (sometimes) ♡

currently writing for: joel miller, jim hopper, & jack abbot {masterlist}

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[mylittlestlamb]

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[baransdollie]

— you can’t win ‘em all

— in which Joel miller takes a liking to you and has to have you no matter what.

cw : DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT !! You have been warned , Joel’s in his 50s and reader is in her 20s , kidnapping , reader develops Stockholm Syndrome , mean Joel , Joel hunts you through the forest , daddy kink , dad kink , punishments , spanking , dubcon (?) , oral (r!receiving) , unprotected p in v sex , breeding kink , mentions of getting you pregnant , reader becomes dependent on Joel , Joel’s just an icky old man (I want him) , MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

WC : 3k

A/n : I got carried away … anyway I need him to kidnap me and care for me hello !!

You worked at a small coffee shop in the city. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to help you get by, being able to pay rent and some other necessities. In all honesty, you grew to really like the place; the owners were a sweet old couple who were like your parents. You had great coworkers, and overall it was nice. 

About a week ago you met Joel, a man in his 50s, who definitely has years of experience and all under his belt. He was a man with a rough exterior, but he was a softie. Joel revealed to you that he comes into the city rarely, having a house and property in the outskirts of the city. Overall Joel was super nice, and sure, he may be way older than you, but he was a nice friend. 

You would soon regret that decision. 

The clock hit 10pm, and you finally clocked out, ready to leave the damn place for the night. After grabbing your belongings, you lock up the shop and make your way home. Walking alone at this hour was never the smartest idea, but having no car and no bus here meant you didn’t have a choice. You pray to whatever is up there to keep a watchful eye over you. 

The sound of a truck slowing down beside you snaps you out of your thoughts, and you turn to see what the hell is up. There he was, Joel Miller. What was he doing here? He stops beside you and rolls his window down. 

“You need a ride home, darlin? It's not safe for you this late alone.” He has a point, but a part of you feels like you should decline and walk. Ultimately you decide to accept the offer and give him your address. The car ride is spent in comfortable silence, the car radio plays a random song, and you relax. 

After 15 minutes you start to get a bit anxious, usually the cat ride to your place would only be 10 minutes, but it’s been longer than that. Maybe he forgot the address? No, it can’t be. This isn’t even the way to your place, it’s a gravel road leading out of the city. Shit.

“J-Joel? Where are we going?” You try to stay as calm as you can, not wanting to think of anything too bad yet. Maybe he forgot you were in the car with him? He doesn’t answer and just keeps on driving. You slowly reach over to the car handle just to realize there is nothing there. Shit, shit, no, no. 

"Joel, stop the car! Please stop!” He does stop the car, and you feel relieved, but it doesn’t last long. You barely have time to process what he has before you feel a sting in your neck and everything starts to go black. The last thing you hear is Joel’s voice. 

“Finally got you, doll.”

When you were younger, stranger danger was drilled into your head. That man who’s looking for his “dog” isn’t actually, and if he were, he wouldn’t be asking an 8-year-old girl. Never accept anything from a stranger, never accept candy from them. Never ever get into an enclosed space with one. You truly felt like the dumbest person ever, but technically Joel wasn’t a stranger, right? 

You groan as the bright fluorescent lights hit your eyes, your head is heavy and neck hurts so fucking bad. Taking a look at your surroundings, it’s very obvious that you are not at work or at home, but in a basement. It had white walls and was furnished with a small bed in the corner, a dresser, a night lamp, and a chair in the corner. 

As you stand up to find a way out, you feel a heavy, cold weight on your ankle, looking down, you discover it’s a shackle attached to a chain that is bolted into the ground. You assume that the chain is not long enough to reach the stairs and the door out. Fuck, this is the worst thing that could’ve happened to you. 

“HELLO!? HELP ME PLEASE!?” With no other options, you scream for help, after a couple of minutes the door opens and he walks down the stairs. Joel fucking Miller, you look at him in nothing but disgust and betrayal. You trusted him and treated him with kindness just for him to do this to you? He stands a good 6 feet away from you, arms crossed over his chest. 

“I see you’re awake now.” The statement pisses you off further, you feel more anger than fear in this situation. There is nothing more you want to do right now than punch his fuckass face. 

"Wow, good thing your fucking eyes still work.”

“Watch your tone, little girl.” His gaze darkens, and it felt as if the room had gotten colder. What the hell is his issue? His boots drag on the ground as he steps closer to you, which causes you to take a step back and him to step closer. This goes on until your back hits the wall and Joel cages you in with his arms. You raise your knee wanting to hit him where the sun doesn’t shine, but he’s quicker than you and catches your knee, pushing it down harshly.

“Now you listen here, doll. There’s a very strict set of rules you will have no choice but to follow, there will be a punishment and reward system. The more good points mean that you get to leave this basement and live with me up there, the more punishments mean that you stay here longer. Your choice.” His eyes are dark, staring into your soul.

“W-what no? This is insane, Joel. Just let me go. I swear I won’t tell anyone or go to the cops I—“ You don’t register what just happened, but your cheek is stinging and feels hot, he just slapped you. Joel slapped you.

“Starting today you will obey me no matter what, and do not think of escaping because I swear I will punish you so bad you’d wish you were dead. There are cameras everywhere. Understood?” Joel’s hand was squeezing your cheeks, causing your lips to form a pout, you nod. He was scaring you badly, you just wanted to curl up and cry. Letting go of your face, he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, it disgusts you so bad. 

“Good girl. All your belongings are in that dresser. I got them all before getting you, and the chain is only long enough to walk around in here, not on the stairs. Now you go and get some sleep, baby.” With that, he walks away, leaving you alone and scared. Getting in bed under the covers, you think about how much you hated Joel Miller. 

The next month goes by terribly, you keep fighting Joel on literally everything. The punishments he gives are humiliating as hell, making you kneel on beads in the corner for hours, or spanking you so hard that you feel it for days. As you sit on the bed you realize that you have to gain Joel's trust somehow and get out of this basement to make your escape plan, and so with a clear goal in mind you slowly start to change up your behavior around him,playing into the good little girl persona he had wanted you to be in. 

You sat in Joel's lap, a deep hatred burning inside of you. He's reading a book while you think about how you'd make sure his ass got life in jail for the fucked-up shit he's done to you. The stupid chain on your ankle stares back at you, mocking you for being so fucking stupid for ever trusting Joel. He closes his book and puts his glasses away before looking down at you. 

“You know I was thinking it's finally time for you to start living upstairs with me. What do you think, baby?” 

Finally! Yes! "You've been working towards this for a while now, and it's finally happening," you squeal in his lap. 

“Yes, Daddy! You try not to cringe as you say that word, 'daddy.' He'd told you to call him that, and you refused to, fighting him on it every day, but you needed to gain his trust, so you reluctantly used it. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kiss his cheek, this is the best news ever.

“Alright baby, let's get this chain off and then we can head up.” Sliding off his lap, you stand in front of him waiting. He pulls a key out of his pocket and lifts your leg onto his thigh, where he finally takes the damn thing off. 

After it's off, you practically drag Joel upstairs with you. He just chuckles and follows you up and unlocks the door and you finally see his home. His living room is just as you expected, shades of brown everywhere, cozy couch by a fireplace. There's a guitar in the corner, you remember he said that he plays sometimes. Then you see the front door, of course there's 3 locks on it to prevent any escapes.

Under different circumstances you'd love his home. It was cozy and sweet, but this is not a good circumstance whatsoever.

You feel his arm snake around your waist, “is it to your liking sweet girl?” his breath fans your neck, once again reminded of the man who took you away from everything. 

“I love it, Daddy, it's so you!” He gives you a tour of the kitchen and then takes you upstairs, where he shows you his room. A big comfy bed, with a chair in the corner. You hate to admit it, but it's so cozy.

Taking a seat on his big chair, you try to get comfortable, but his gaze is on you, too intense, like he knows something. 

“So what's your plan now, little girl?” Fuck what? Does he know? How you never let anything slip. 

“W-what are you talking about, Daddy?" 

“Cut the shit. You think I haven't noticed? How did you just change up completely? How did you become obedient? I knew what this was about, so now you're really going to get it. You want to escape, I'll give you just that.” What? What does he mean by that? Is he finally letting you go?

"Here's the deal: you find a way off of my property without me catching you, and I'll let you go, but if I catch you, it's going to get ugly, and you stay with me. Deal?” 

Without hesitation you nod, "Deal."

You stood outside for the first time in 2 months, it felt amazing, the fresh air and the wind on your skin. The weather was gloomy, clouds covering the sky. Joel stood beside you, he failed to mention that it would be a hunt and that he would use his actual rifle, his fucking rifle. 

“Alright doll, I'm counting to 50, and then you better pray you can get away from me." 

“Okay.” He starts counting down and you bolt into the forest, you were scared. Joel knew these woods better than you, obviously, and that’s what made you more nervous. You run until you can’t feel your legs anymore. You have to find a way out, you’re terrified of what Joel will do if he gets you. 

There’s a small clearing in the distance. You head in that direction, hopefully trespassers have left an escape there. You're very aware of your surroundings, everything gets too quiet, though, as you reach the end of the clearing. That’s when you hear his voice in the distance, not far away. Shit! You decide to run from that place and find another way; as you run, you don’t look back once, needing to focus on what’s in front of you.

All of a sudden an arm hooks around your waist and a rifle is pressed against your back. You try your hardest to get out of his grip, but he’s way stronger than you. His arm moves up to your neck, where he now has you in a chokehold. Your arms try to pull him off, but again it’s useless. 

"Gotcha, bunny. You’re mine now, and we are going to have so much fun now.” Tears run down your face, no this can’t be happening now. You were supposed to go home, you wanted to be back home in your shitty apartment eating shitty fast food and watching a stupid romcom. He throws you over his shoulder and heads back to his house, you feel hopeless, everything just hitting you at once.

Once inside, he locks all the doors once again and brings you up to the bedroom, where he throws you on the bed. You don’t react, feeling numb and hopeless. You think of life and all the things you didn’t do because you prioritized other pointless things, wishing you’d done them. You don’t have family and no friends, so no one knows where you are. Work is probably going to assume you quit and hire someone new, and your landlord probably thinks you moved out. No one knew you were missing. No one was coming to save you. 

“Take your pants and panties off and bend over my knee.” Joel sits in his chair watching as you take off your pants and panties, with wobbly legs, you bend over his knee. You can’t bring yourself to care about anything. 

“35 spanks with my belt. You will count and say thank you after each one. You are to call me sir or daddy. Understood?”

“I understand, sir.” 

With a satisfied hum, his belt lands the first hit on your ass, you hiss and quickly remember to count. 

“One. Thank you, sir.” 

Another one lands, and it hurts more now. A tear slips from your eye.

“T-two. Thank you, sir.” 

You feel disgusted, hurt, hopeless, and numb. Would you ever escape Joel? Or is it better to just accept this? Him? The hits keep coming as Joel keeps taunting and mocking you. How naive could you be? Why would an old man want to be friends with someone in their 20s? You don’t know how much time has passed, but by the time you hit 30 spanks, you were a mess, tears and snot running down your face. Your ass was probably bruised as hell and cut in places, and you knew sitting would be torturous. 

“S-sir p— please I c-can’t.” You’re sobbing at this point, hoping that Joel would have some mercy and stop, but this is Joel, a mean old man who is probably enjoying this more than he should. 

“Mhm no doll, ya got 5 more. You can take it” the next hot comes down and you feel that will to fight for your freedom leave you. This was humiliating, degrading, maybe giving into Joel was the easier choice. By the last spank you were done for, needing comfort needing to be held. 

“T-thirty f-five. Thank you daddy! Please M’sorry m’sorry no more- please!” Joel’s hand rubs your ass in a soothing way, he picks you up and lays you down on tummy and you sob harder into the covers. After a couple of minutes he comes back and sits down by you. 

“It’s all over babygirl, you did so well for daddy. Shush now. I’m going to apply this cream on your bum now it’ll sting but it’s gonna soothe it, Kay?” You can only nod and he puts the lotion onto his hands rubbing it so it’s not too cold and starts massaging your bottom. It stings like hell but he was right it got better after that. You’re in a floaty headspace, like everything is so hazy and Joel is the only one you want and can even think of. 

After he’s done with taking care of you, he takes his shirt off getting into bed and leaning against the headboard. Then he carefully brings you into his lap making sure to avoid putting too much pressure on your ass, and tucks your head into his chest. You immediately put your head into his neck. Joel smiles knowing he’s finally got you where he wanted. 

“Daddy’s so proud of you for taking that babydoll, so proud.” He’s kissing your head as you whimper into his neck. 

“Daddy… daddy M’sorry didn’t mean to run” maybe a part of you wanted this, that’s why you didn’t fight it. Even thinking about leaving him felt too difficult. 

“I know baby I know. Just needed your daddy to remind you where you belong.” You belong with him, here in the middle of nowhere where you can do whatever together. Joel looks down and you and presses his lips to yours, you kiss him right back, it gets messy and heated fast. Shuffling in his lap until both your legs are straddling his waist, your hands on his chest. his wrapped around your waist. 

Pulling away from the kiss with a String saliva that is connected to your lips, Joel wastes no time taking your shirt off leaving you exposed in front of him. Your nipples harden as the cold air hits them and Joel takes one into his mouth. Arching your back and tangling your hand into his hair. “Shit daddy please.” His other hand plays with the other nipple. He stops sucking on it and moves back up to kiss you, switching your position so you are now under him. 

“You’re perfect doll, so perfect for daddy.” 

You lay bare in front of him, Joel takes his pants off leaving him in black boxers where you can see the obvious print of his dick. Fuck he’s thick. His fingers trail down to your wet slit and he pushes a thick finger in. You let out a little gasp arching your back, fuck his finger is so thick. 

“Shit baby you’re so tight, need to stretch this pretty pussy out before I can put my cock in her.” His words were filthy, but it got you wetter and wetter. He continues to work his magic, thrusting in and out of your tight hole. After a minute he adds a second finger and then a third, you’re moaning like a bitch I heat and grasping the sheets as he continues to split you open, his thumb connects with your clit and he starts to rub, shit You feel a heat pool in your tummy. You’re close and Joel can feel it as well. 

“Gonna cum all over my fingers baby? Yeah gonn cum all over daddy? Come on, be a good girl and let go.” That’s all it took for you to spill all over him, you’re panting as he finger fucks you through your orgasm. He stops and sucks his fingers clean. 

“Taste amazing doll.” He takes of his boxers and his dick hits his tummy, fuck he’s big. “Is that even gonna fit daddy?” 

“Don’t worry doll I’ll make it fit.” With that he lines himself up with your hole and pushes in slowly, you wince at the stretch, Joel knows you’re a virgin so he wants to take it slow. “Halfway in baby. You’re doing so well for me.” He kisses the tears off your face and pushes himself in fully, you let out a little scream and he kisses your lips letting you adjust.

After a minute you feel so full and you need him to move, “sir please move” 

That’s all it takes for him to start thrusting in and out of you, he’s big and you can feel him stretching you out so good. You swear you can feel his dick in your throat, he’s panting and groaning into your ear like a dog.

“Pussy so good for sir and it’s all fucking mine, you belong to me doll.” All you can do is let out a breathless moan, all you can think of is Joel.

“So fucked out you can’t talk baby? S’okay daddy’ll do all the thinking for ya. You just be my pretty little fuck doll.” Whining you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss, his beard tickles your cheek but you don’t care, wrapping your legs around his waist needing him deeper in your guts. One of his hands comes down on your clit rubbing in circles, your back arches off the bed a you feel his cock hit your cervix.

“Daddy!! Please please!” 

“Please what baby? Huh? Gonna cum for your dad?” You feel yourself clench at that, fuck you’re fucking filthy for liking this.

“P-please dad need to cum!” 

“Yeah gonna cum all over this cock baby? Shit I’m close too. Gonna fill you up with my seed, give you a baby. You’ll be mine forever that way.” Shit that pushes you over the edge and you feel yourself cumming all over his cock, you feel Joel painting your insides a couple seconds after.

He fucked you through it and pulls out watching his cum drip out of you, scooping it up and fucking it back into your hole.

“Need to make sure it sticks, baby.” Domestic life with Joel sounded so good, being his good little housewife. Making sure the house was clean, and that dinner was on the table. Him fucking you and getting you pregnant. You wanted to be that for him. 

“Gonna make such a pretty housewife for daddy, doll.”

And you wouldn’t have it any other way, old life already forgotten.

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[mylittlestlamb]

dreamed about joel miller last night… i will never spiritually recover from this

[4ngelarchive]

I want to break his bones and suck it like a caprisun. I want to bounce on it so wild that we create time and space and when he cums we create a black hole because we wasted all of our energy to the point where we collapse into each other and create a supernova explosion. I want to jack hammer, doggy style, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, 69, missionary, spooning, lotus, bicycle pump.

[mylittlestlamb]

bae i love your blog so much 😭😭💝💝 not only are u one of my favorite writers on here but you’re just so freaking nice and cool and awesome (ofc bc we’re both lanita fans) but omg sometimes im scared to even comment on some peoples blogs bc they’re so mean and yeah ilysm

i love you more than words can describe !! 💓💓

you are 100% one of the first people that ever supported my writing :’) !!! it means the world to me to see you interact with my fics n myself, like words cant explain how much my heart is filled to receive this message. i literally hope everyone feels safe n happy enough here to share their most weird & perverted thoughts. we are all sweetie pies with big hearts & a huge love for old men. there are dozens of us!!!

[mylittlestlamb]

what fic would you like to see first? ୨୧

born too late (neighbor joel)

untitled (fair mechanic joel)

untitled (stepdad!joel)

bad idea right pt 2 (roommates dad!joel)

Voting ended onApr 27

help me decide pls pls pls

born too late: a fic where reader tries to pursue a relationship with her older, colder, neighbor. the one her mom has told her to stay away from :p (sweet)

fair mechanic joel: a fic where reader’s boyfriend takes her on a shitty date to the local fair. joel saves reader from her troubles (spicy)

stepdad!joel: its been requested, idk what im gonna put it in yet but itll come to me i promith (sweet & spicy, im thinking angsty)

bad idea right pt2: following the events of the fic, joel finally messages reader during their spring break to invite her out to a cabin :p (spicy)

[mylittlestlamb]

i was unaware that this many people wanted stepdad!joel ??? my apologies i thought everyone was bored of it

[mylittlestlamb]

texas sun 𓂃 ོ☼𓂃𓂃

masterlist | ao3

pairing: joel miller x reader rating: 18+ tags: no outbreak, fluff, domestic bliss, established relationship, ddlg, mentions of oral sex & handjobs word count: 1,985 summary: Joel takes you on a lake day trip

“Take a ride with me, babe. You by my side. How does it sound? You & I.”

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He had finally given in. After weeks and weeks of begging & pleading, he finally surrendered. 

He had packed up the truck with a cooler full of beer & snacks, waking up at the first shine of light, nudging you where you lay in the bed to awaken you, not an early riser like himself. 

“Lake day…” you murmur excitedly, mouth still pressed into the pillow that absorbs your words.

Throwing on a certain dress that you knew excited Joel before departing during sunrise. 

You had asked for a lake trip for some time. Remembering the previous year when he revealed it to you for your anniversary, a quiet simple oasis surrounded by thick expansive trees - not to be found on the map. 

A hidden gem. 

He had been working hard, too hard. He needed it as much as you. Probably deserved it more quite actually. 

You jolt forward as the gear shifts into park, the rumble of the truck silencing as the keys are removed from the ignition, stretching your limbs suddenly in the cabin on a yawn. 

“Fell asleep,” you smack, gazing out the window to the familiar scene - it takes your breath away. 

“I saw,” He snorts a bit, exiting the vehicle as he’s soon at your side, offering a hand to assist you out as he’s done since the first time he met you. 

You ignore it, throwing your body into his like a limp child, your arms finding their place around his neck as you kiss at his prickled cheek, noticing a few new moles there. 

He growls, like a monster, burying his face into your neck, lips pulled over his teeth as he gnaws at the supply skin beastly, his own hands going at your side to poke and prod where you’re ticklish.

“Joel- stop!” You exclaim, your hands moving down to push at him defensively. 

He has you, you know it’s no use as you squirm your head away to break free, feeling at the blue cotton material of his shirt, eventually your hands land on his forearms, where he’s tanned and hairy, digging your nails in. 

“Wha’s the matter, darlin’?” He questions in his most southern, thick, “innocent-acted” voice, his bushy brow tipping upwards as you’re released. 

It’s his usual schtick, acting like he didn’t do anything moments before, looking genuinely puzzled as you scrunch your brows at him - grabbing your bag and his hat from the truck. 

“Yannow, you're not funny,” you watch as he unloads the cooler without much effort, biting the inside of your bottom lip to prevent a smile of admiration for his strength from displaying. 

He chuffs out a laugh, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip, “My friends think I'm funny.”

You laugh. At his work site, he’s known to be the hard-ass boss, the one that doesn’t let anything slide. Versus Tommy, who’s known to be the calmer & cooler one. 

“You mean Tommy?” You respond to his comment, meeting him where he’s standing, perching his western hat on his head as you tip up. 

“Ain't that a friend?”

…

The walk isn’t too long, but you wouldn’t say it’s short. You don’t mind it. Breathing in the scent of the sap, listening to the birds chirp, there’s been worse walks. Joel leads, telling you to pick up the pace when you find a floating butterfly or pick up little flowers to press in your journal for a memory. 

It’s empty, and you find yourself giddy with delight. As if this is your own personal shared spot for just the two of you. A place away from the world, away from the noise. Just the two of you. 

Joel lays a blanket for you two from your bag, setting up under the one shaded area that’ll keep you both from too much sun exposure. 

He’s got this, you think to yourself as you throw the dress over your body and at him. It’s afternoon, the water should be warm enough by this point, and even if it’s not, you don’t mind. 

“You sure you don’t wanna come in?” You pout. It’s unfair to ask but you do anyway. 

He had told you earlier he intended only to sleep and drink. He wasn’t gonna get in the water, too sore from the previous day of lifting steel beams, pipes, and such. He didn’t even bring his guitar, saying he was too tired to play. 

“Could've sworn we talked bout this? You losin' your hearin’ on me?” He teases, tucking your dress away into your bag as he kicks off his boots before stretching out on the blanket. 

“Old man…” You huff, folding your arms pubescently. It truly isn’t an insult to you, loving the fact that he’s seasoned. Yet you don’t miss an opportunity to throw it in his face. 

He only places his hat over his face as he lies back fully, “Go on’n have fun.” 

“Hope I don't drown!” You sing out, knowing that even when he’s sleeping, he’s still in tune with you, and that’s something he wouldn’t allow to happen.  

…

The lake is just as amazing as the first time - crisp and cool. It seems to wash you of any worries you have as you lose yourself in it. 

You switch between swimming and floating periodically. 

“Water break!” He shouts, a rarity. 

You hadn’t realized how far you drifted, too enchanted by the sounds of the forest and the beams of light from the sun, switching your legs and arms into gear to take you back to land. 

You jump on him where he’s standing, hands on his hips, knowing he plans to scold you as you press your wet body to his dry and warm one, nuzzling your face into his chest to soak him. 

“You’re too far out, don’t go past the middle.” He speaks in his gruff, serious tone, how he does to most people, allowing you to realize he is indeed scolding you. 

“That’s where it’s nicer,” you sassily respond, taking the bottle of water offered from him, knowing better than to refuse it. Remembering how you were thrown over his shoulder and taken home the last time you denied hydration. 

“Don’t make me say it twice, pup.” It’s a warning the way he says it. You know if you do, he’ll swim out to get you and what follows won’t be pretty. 

“Yes sir.” You nod up to him, eyes blinking up dumbly to show you mean no harm. An innocent stare you’ve seem to mastered as the crinkles around his eyes melt, his features softening. 

You kiss his frowned lips, a soft press before leaning away. 

His hand moves to the back of your neck, bringing you to him again as his lips find yours, moving aggressively against yours. 

You giggle into the kiss as he pulls away, muttering “Be good,” over your lips, smelling the traces of alcohol on his lips. 

Soon enough, you’re out in the water again, splashing up a storm, stuck in your own daydreams, not noticing an approaching vehicle of boys your age. Three, two look younger than you, one looks older maybe. 

You don’t pay them any mind, watching as one waves to you. You dip under the water in response, preferring to keep to yourself. 

They splash around for some time, gravitating closer and closer to you until you’re accidentally splashed.

“Fuck sorry!” One shouts as you wipe away the water from your eyes

“Whole lake, and you all somehow manage to mess with me?” You tease, truthfully speaking, but not minding the interaction. 

They laugh as boys do, nudging each other, clearly wanting to say something. Makes you grateful for your old man. 

You glide away through strokes, feeling as they follow slightly. 

“What’s your name?” The older one asks, acne scars poking from his cheek. You can smell the marijuana on him. 

You splash at him, laughing lightly as you do, a sort of revenge as you turn curiously where Joels laying. Still in the same spot, hat on face, sprawled out, beer bottle in hand. 

He’s listening, you know it. He trusts you; he knows you wouldn’t entertain anything. He’d step in if they were making you uncomfortable. 

There isn’t any issue, though. Just some dudes, trying their best to make conversation with a girl. 

“That your pa?” The same one asks as you giggle lightly. 

“Uh huh.”

 “There’s this super cool boulder over there- I can show you. It’s shiny n’ shit.” He continues, desperate to pique your curiosity against your blase demeanor. 

“Daddy says I can’t go out that far,” you hum, deciding to float on your back, giving your limbs a break. 

“I don’t mind askin’ him, I can chap-rone, keep you safe.” He offers as you let out a genuine belly laugh. 

He can’t be more than 120 pounds. It would truly be a sight to see. Him walking up to your moody man. A stranger, offering to take you on a journey away from his sight. 

You want to tell him to do it solely to see Joel's reaction, thinking about how entertaining it could be. 

That is, until a sharp whistle gains your attention, his calling card. Joel's signal that tells you it’s time to go. He would be facing a long drive back, and his priority is your safety; he wouldn’t want to be out with you too late in the woods. 

“Bye!” you squeal, excited for some reason. Maybe grateful to have a man like him to swim to, someone strong and warm, waiting for you on land with a towel and sandwich. 

He calls out to you, asking for your number or if you’re around here often, but you ignore it, barely hearing it. Your only concern being meeting the man you love on shore. 

You’re wrapped in a towel as you approach him; he dries you off, intimately, getting your hair, your arms, your torso, down to your legs. 

He carefully places the dress over your raised arms as you easily slip off the wet clothing underneath, stepping out of it as he grabs them. 

“They give you trouble?” He questions, nodding behind you to gesture to the boys still in the lake. 

“None of the sort,” you hum, grabbing your bag, lazily stuffing the blanket into it. 

“Mhm, you happy?” He asks, voice still drowsy with sleep, in a way that makes your heart flutter. 

He’s mainly asking if he did well, if you’re content with your lake trip, and it makes you wanna cry. His devotion to your needs and wants has you stumbling over to hi,m where he’s about to pick up the cooler. 

He knows what you want as his body opens to receive yours, his husky arms snaking around your waist as he pulls you up to his chest, his hat tipping as it encompasses your head in its shadow. 

It’s slow and simple as you kiss, soft, warm mouths moving against each other to trade breaths as his tongue dips gently into your mouth, your own tongue sucking on his gently on a soft moan. 

His hands move down your back easily to grasp onto the meat of your ass, squeezing and kneading gently as the kiss deepens. 

He pulls away, knowing better to continue. Knowing that if it were up to you, you’d let him fuck you on the forest floor. 

You know by the time you get back to the truck, you’ll be begging to take his manhood into your mouth or at least stroke it, a small thank you for the day. You know he’ll deny it until you get home, confessing how much he wants to taste you in return. 

It makes you blush where you stand, your underside beginning to salivate. 

“Can we get ice cream on the way?” You question, following his lead up the trail. 

“ ‘F you eat your sandwich first.”

[meowmah]

my fave joel fic of alllll time !!

[4ngelarchive]

𝜗𝜚 Out the window

dbf joel miller x fem reader • 18+ • smut

warnings: kinda peeping tom Joel, dbf Joel, legal age gap, unprotected sex, p in v, pet names (darlin’, baby, sweetheart, kiddo, bunny), reader accidentally calls him pa, icky themes, taboo subjects, soft dom Joel, a bit of bratty reader, panty sniffing Joel, oral (f receiving), heavy makeout, very flirtatious reader, mentions of readers dad being an alcoholic but isn’t a bad father, hyperspermia, mentions of masterbating

Joel sat up in his seat as he heard loud shuffling and giggling coming from the side of his house. His heavy footsteps made their way to his kitchen window, his fingers held onto the scratchy fabric of his window curtain as he peeked outside.

He stood tall in his place as he watched you squeeze yourself out your window. Your ass was facing him as you reached round for something inside your room.

Joel eyed you up and down, feeling guilty as he studied the outline of your plum cunt from under your skirt. You had some soft looking knee high socks on too. You were looking like straight trouble.

The side light of his home gave him just enough light to see your white lace panties. He watched like a pervert as your feet finally hit the ground, ogling as you fixed up your top and hair.

“Hurry up!” He heard a second voice come from the drive way “I can’t believe you still need to sneak out! You’re an adult” the voice spoke again.

“Oh shut up! My dad would kill me if he found out I was out this late. I live under his roof still” you whispered as you ran over to the voice, out Joel’s sight and leaving him with his thoughts.

Joel quickly moved through his home, now peeking through his living room window and watching you slide into a unfamiliar car.

He cussed under his breath when he couldn’t see who was with you. A friend? A boy? One was better than the other and now he didn’t know if he should let you live or go over to your fathers house and make him call you back home.

Joel thought about it and ended up going with not telling your father. He thought it was a way to get even for the way his dick was hard.

It was 4 am when he heard a car finally pull into the drive way. He opened his door and stood with his arms over his chest as you talked a little bent over to whoever was in the car.

You waved goodbye before you turned around and now you were met with the sight of Joel standing under his porch light, looking like a father about to give you a scolding.

He signaled you towards him with a finger, telling you to come here. You sighed, fixing your skirt and walking up to Joel with a pout.

“And what are you doing out this late little lady?” He questioned, trying his best not to ogle you. “Out with a girlfriend,. Don’t worry you don’t have to go and tell my dad” you huffed.

“Jumpin’ out of windows isn’t something good girls do darlin’. You were real sneaky alright. Makin’ all that damn noise.” He replied with a bit of an attitude.

You rolled your eyes. You didn’t really know what to say. You were thinking about saying something snarky but went with the second option.

Your eyes trialed up and down his form. Something about Joel always made you wish he wasn’t your dads best friend. He was gorgeous.

“Just tell my dad you were giving me guitar lessons. He was already half way done with the case of beers when I left. He won’t know if you don’t tell him Joel” you pleaded.

Your father wasn’t bad by any means, a bit of an alcoholic sure, but present and loving like a father should. You still didn’t know why you liked older men if you had a good relationship with your father. You guessed it was just Joel.

Joel glared down at you with his eyes narrowed. “And don’t worry we didn’t drink. You don’t need to worry about me throwing up and making a mess everywhere” you added, now with pleading eyes.

“Get inside” Joel sighed.

“You got any food Mr.Miller? Or do you just live off cigarettes and alcohol?” You questioned as you kicked off your heels and went straight to the kitchen.

“Course’ I got food girl” he grunted as he followed close behind you. “Got a few frozen burritos in the freezer and some soup I made on the stove. Take whatcha like”

You felt Joel’s eyes watching you as he sat at the counter top. You conveniently dropped a few things while getting a spoon and napkins. Exposing yourself to Joel with each bend and kneel as you waiting for the microwave to beep.

You hopped on the counter as you let the bowl besides you cool. Joel was completely silent throughout all of it. When you finally met his eyes you could tell something shifted in him. He didn’t move.

Joel watched as you tried your best to make the way your legs spread open a bit look natural. You reached for the bowl and took a spoon full.

“Mmhm. You’re a real good chef Joel. Real nice and warm” you hummed as your legs squeezed together.

He didn’t speak, only repaying you with a nod as you ate your soup.

You jumped off the counter and made your way towards Joel, bowl in hand and now across the counter as you got another spoon full “here, try it. It tastes better when it’s real hot” you said as you held out a spoon to Joel’s mouth.

There was no hesitation in his eyes as he leaned down and took the spoon into his mouth. You watched his lips wrap around the spoon before you pulled it back.

You raised the spoon back to your mouth, sucking the spoon clean of his saliva while humming, staring right into his eyes. “Tastes real good right?” You sweetly smiled as his breathing got a bit louder.

“What’re you doin’ honey” he asked in a bit of a shaky voice.

“‘M’ not doin’ anything Mr. Miller” you cooed in a mocking southern tone.

Joel let out a heavy sigh as he closed his eyes. He just needed to breathe before he did something stupid. He kept his eyes closed as he heard your feet shuffling towards him.

A low groan left his lips as your hands squeezed on his shoulders. He stood still as your hands ran down his arms before disappearing off him. He opened his eyes as he heard the chair next to him screeching against his wood floor.

You pushed it aside and jumped onto the counter right next to him. Now Joel was faced with your thighs right besides his arm, your skirt rising ever so slowly as you scooted closer to him.

“Did I ever tell you how handsome you are Joel?” You hummed as your hand ran down his hair. “Always so composed, so nice. Acting like I can’t see how hard you are under those sweat-“ before you could finish your sentence, Joel’s chair screeched back.

You moaned as Joel’s lips crashed onto yours. His thick calloused hands ran up your soft thighs and up your waist, huffing in your mouth as he got a handful of your tits.

“Was trying my best to keep my hands to myself and be respectful and all darlin’. But you just don’t shut up huh?” He seethed as he palmed at you roughly.

You reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly as you guided him between your thighs. “Dirty ain’t ya? Making me touch you here before you even get a word out?” Joel hummed as he ran a thumb down your soaked panties.

“Watched ya’ jump out that window bunny. Had to rub one out once you left because of these pretty white panties. Now they’re all wet huh? All because of me?”

You whimpered at his words “yes. Touched myself before I left thinking of you. Thought about you sneaking into my room and fucking me with a hand over my mouth. Made me so happy” you cried.

Joel let out a rough moan at your words. He knew you since you were a kid and now you’re here telling him about how you fantasied about him breaking into your home and touching you? He knows he’s going to hell for how hard he is.

His lips lapped and bit at yours as you pressed up against him. He was so warm, you could feel the heat radiating from him it made you curl into him.

You squealed as Joel lifted you off the counter “m’ not doin’ nothin’ unless you’re in bed” he said against your lips.

Joel threw you onto his bed. He hovered at the end of the bed as you shuffled up the bed and laid there gawking up at him.

He can’t believe he’s really doing this. His best friends daughter laid up like an angel on his bed.

But he couldn’t ruminate on it any longer once you began to pull your shirt off.

You slowly peeled the top off teasingly then reached behind your back to unclip your bra. Joel watched in a trance as your plush tits fell free from your bra. “Jesus” he whispered under his breath.

He didn’t wasted a second to get out of his clothes. He stood before you in only boxers. His hairy chest and belly made you so wet. It made you feel a little dirty how wet you were. A old man making you this desperate, that’s the first.

“Keep those panties on darlin’” Joel spoke as he kneeled on the bed. You watched as he crawled up onto the bed with you, his hands ran up your thighs as he eyed the white socks you hand on.

You whined as his fingers tugged your soaked undies down your legs. Joel balled them up in his hands before raising the fabric to his face and taking a deep breath in as he sniffed your panties. Your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight.

He tossed them somewhere near his boxers, making sure he could keep them after all this. “Now I gotta introduce myself to her sweetheart, make sure she gets real comfortable” Joel replied as he got faced to face with your cunt.

His hands ran down your legs, rubbing small circles on your knee highs before moving back up toward your upper thighs. Joel spreads your legs wide as he finally gets a full view.

Joel’s mouth was on you before you could even process. Your back arched out of instinct as you felt his tongue run down your slick hole. “Jo- joel! Oh my god Joel” you purred as he zeroed in on your clit.

“Gotta get her nice and slick before I shove my dick inside you bunny. Doing you a favor kiddo.” He muffled into your cunt as he flattened his tongue and slurped up towards your clit.

Your hands slapped onto Joel’s head a bit too hard as your thighs pressed against his head. He smiled as you humped his face like a bunny in heat. Your eyes lulled back into your skull as you felt the knot inside your tummy snap.

You moaned out in bliss as your orgasm hit you like a train. The rumbling of Joel’s moans didn’t help you stop your shaking.

Joel’s hands ran up your sides as a way to steady you back down to earth. “That’s it kiddo, come back down f’me” he smiled as he watched you from between your thighs.

You looked down at him with heavy eyes and a smile on your face. You pulled him up towards your face for a messy kiss, moaning into his mouth as you got a taste of yourself on his tongue.

“More” you pleaded onto his lips.

“I know baby. Jus’ gotta get a rubber” he nodded

“No! No Joel I wanna feel you for real. I- I mean if you want to. I’m on the pill. I just wanna feel you cum inside me” you shyly spoke.

Joel stared at you with his mouth wide open “A- are you sure kiddo?”

“Only if you want” you nodded.

“Oh I want it” he chuckled, now tugging at his boxers.

You could feel how much slick was leaking out of you from the orgasm you had and it only got worse once you saw Joel’s dick spring out of his boxers.

The sound you made when Joel got himself out of his boxers made his dick twitch. He can’t believe he’s about to do this. But he’s far too gone to say no to this.

“Oh kiddo, look how much space imma take up” Joel cooed as he pressed his dick onto your stomach. His tip was right under your belly button, it made both of you moan.

You watched as he ran his dick through your folds, he was spreading them wide as he costed himself in slick. “If you want me to stop bunny, I want you to tell me ok? Say somethin’ like apple or strawberry to let me know yeah?” Joel spoke.

“Yeah sure I want it Joel” you cried out.

“Hey, I’m not jokin’ I’m serious.” His fingers snapped as he spoke.

“I know Joel Apple or strawberry I know” you brattily huffed.

“Watch it girl. You know I don’t like no attitude”

“Im sorry” you apologize as he starts to pull back from you.

“No! No Joel I’m sorry I won’t have an attitude I promise Joel” you plead. The smile that grew on Joel’s face was one of satisfaction.

“I know baby I know” he smiled as he spread your legs wide.

Joel’s eyes were blown out as he alined himself to your cunt. There was a warm feeling in his chest at the visual of your wet swollen pussy. His dick had an obvious look of old age while your pussy looked soft and delicate.

He pushed in just a bit before pulling back quickly. He did this a couple of times, fucking his tip into your hole before looking up to meet your eyes.

His eyes held yours as he pushed in. Your face twisted in pain and pleasure. He was half way in at that. But when he shoved himself to the hilt, your head was thrown back.

Joel’s hips moved slowly at first, both of you moaning with each thrust as you adjusted. Once he slid in and out a bit smoother his hips picked up the pace.

Heavy thrust met the back of your thighs as he fully indulged. Each thrust made you let out a quiet whine. He felt so good.

You felt the way he stretched you full, the way he hit the back of your cervix with each thrust. “Joel! Yes yes yes oh my god yes” you cried.

Joel was trying hard not to cum. You were wrapped around him perfectly, tits bouncing with each thrust as he bottomed you out.

Your cunt pulsed around him. His thrust got a bit slower, now his belly was grinding sweetly against your clit.

The sound of slick grew louder at the added skin rubbing against you. “Yeahhh darlin’, nice tight pussy was made for an old man like me huh? Got me feelin’ like a damn college boy with the way you’re squeezin’ me” Joel moaned.

“Ju- jus’ so good Joel. Feels so- ah- mmhm” you whined.

“Harder please pa, ye- yeah just like tha-“ you squealed as Joel slammed into your harder.

He thought he miss heard what you said. Pa? You can barley get a sentence out, he was just hearing things.

“Feels so good pa, feels so- “ tears ran down your face as you came for the second time. You clung onto Joel for dear life.

“Pa? You calling me Pa kid?” Joel groaned as you cunt gushed around him.

You nodded dumbly with your eyes squeezed shut. Too lost in your own pleasure to notice Joel’s face.

“Tha’s right bunny, let your pa stuff you realll nice” joel cooed. He could feel you clench at his words. Joel came with a loud moan. He hasn’t came in a woman in decades so the first women in years being you, it made him break completely. 

You could feel his loads pumping into you. His dick twitched every few seconds followed with a shaky grunt from Joel. You held onto him and bounced as he fucked up into you. Joel thought he couldn’t cum like this anymore, he’s fucked his hand plenty of times but he doesn’t remember cumming like this since college.

He held onto your hips tightly as he continued to spurt his loads inside you “o- oh sweethear- thank you, thank you baby” he choked.

When joel finally came down from his orgasm his loads were leaking out from between your folds.

His cheeks redden up even more at the realization “M’ sorry baby. Didn’t know I could still cum that much at my age”

[mylittlestlamb]

what fic would you like to see first? ୨୧

born too late (neighbor joel)

untitled (fair mechanic joel)

untitled (stepdad!joel)

bad idea right pt 2 (roommates dad!joel)

Voting ended onApr 27

help me decide pls pls pls

born too late: a fic where reader tries to pursue a relationship with her older, colder, neighbor. the one her mom has told her to stay away from :p (sweet)

fair mechanic joel: a fic where reader’s boyfriend takes her on a shitty date to the local fair. joel saves reader from her troubles (spicy)

stepdad!joel: its been requested, idk what im gonna put it in yet but itll come to me i promith (sweet & spicy, im thinking angsty)

bad idea right pt2: following the events of the fic, joel finally messages reader during their spring break to invite her out to a cabin :p (spicy)

[mylittlestlamb]

Hey idk if your ask are open but if so can you do Joel x reader where shes on a beach trip with her dad and the contractors her dad works with (Joel and others) and she’s lwk hitting on Joel in secret and maybe some ddlg vibes 🤭

Ps 💕

um… yes… yes i can

stay with me okay, so like reader tags along to her dads “work thing” at the beach. its a lil get together joel throws for the guys to thank them every summer. joels manning the grill and reader is dead set on him, like yeah duh of course, we can even make joel the boss for another power imbalance

[mylittlestlamb]

what fic would you like to see first? ୨୧

born too late (neighbor joel)

untitled (fair mechanic joel)

untitled (stepdad!joel)

bad idea right pt 2 (roommates dad!joel)

Voting ended onApr 27

help me decide pls pls pls

born too late: a fic where reader tries to pursue a relationship with her older, colder, neighbor. the one her mom has told her to stay away from :p (sweet)

fair mechanic joel: a fic where reader’s boyfriend takes her on a shitty date to the local fair. joel saves reader from her troubles (spicy)

stepdad!joel: its been requested, idk what im gonna put it in yet but itll come to me i promith (sweet & spicy, im thinking angsty)

bad idea right pt2: following the events of the fic, joel finally messages reader during their spring break to invite her out to a cabin :p (spicy)

[sleepybabyboy]

[mylittlestlamb]

[mylittlestlamb]

what fic would you like to see first? ୨୧

born too late (neighbor joel)

untitled (fair mechanic joel)

untitled (stepdad!joel)

bad idea right pt 2 (roommates dad!joel)

Voting ended onApr 27

help me decide pls pls pls

born too late: a fic where reader tries to pursue a relationship with her older, colder, neighbor. the one her mom has told her to stay away from :p (sweet)

fair mechanic joel: a fic where reader’s boyfriend takes her on a shitty date to the local fair. joel saves reader from her troubles (spicy)

stepdad!joel: its been requested, idk what im gonna put it in yet but itll come to me i promith (sweet & spicy, im thinking angsty)

bad idea right pt2: following the events of the fic, joel finally messages reader during their spring break to invite her out to a cabin :p (spicy)

[mylittlestlamb]

i just finished reading your tomorrow never came series and i am so obsessed, i loved it badlyyy! have you ever thought about continuing it...? ♡

aw 😭 my first fic ever ! im so happy u liked it :) i do want to complete it this summer. i just didnt like any of the endings i had come up with when i first put it out.