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[oldsouljoel]

The I time went to visit my dad at twenty-five

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The phone vibrated again, and this time I was sure he had confirmed a time for me to come over. I was already excited which meant I was ready to leave, having packed my toys earlier.

I went down to my car and put in directions for my dad’s house— a two story condominium that he lived in for a couple of years. When I got there the neighborhood was empty, save for a couple of dog walkers that were too far away to notice me. I parked the car and began to walk up the stairs to his condo. Before I let myself in, I adjust my spare phone that’s tucked into the side of my bag. I make sure it has the perfect view so that my husband can watch what I am about to film.

Inside my dad’s house it is just as I remember it when I used to live there; save for my bedroom which was converted into an office for my mother. He stands in the hallway, grinning, and I reach for the drink he offers me. I ask him about his house in California and how the repairs he’s making are coming along.

When we get to his bedroom I walk in before him and climb onto his queen sized bed first. My bag with the spare phone is close by, and filming perfectly. The first thing I do is take off my shirt and bottoms. My dad joins me and slips off his boxers. Like so many times before, I spread my legs and he immediately begins to please me down there, using his tongue and fingers ceremonially. I let out a quiet moan for the camera, using my other phone to get a few more close shots.

Setting that down, I then let him stroke himself so he’s hard. My legs spread wider as he pushes himself inside me and I moan loudly this time. My voice tells him to fuck me good and hard and he does, grabbing my thighs so he can balance himself. In a matter of seconds, I feel myself in groaning out an orgasm and pretty soon he is too, moaning and grunting into my neck. He pulls out, and I lean over so my mouth can lick his cock clean. I ask him if he enjoyed that and he says, “yes.”

After that we get dressed and I tell him I’ll see him next week. That seems to make him happy as well as myself now that I have it all on film.

[eightestmonth]

he heard you saying “I'm so hungry that I could eat Joel Miller”

[butterflypeaflowertea]

i just adore the concept of a romance with a ghost. falling in love with a person who’s barely a person at all. the inherent tragedy of it. something both impermanent and immortal. u know it’s sure to be a doomed dalliance, but you love this dead thing anyway

[butterflypeaflowertea]

like… falling in love with someone forever unchanging but who can slip from your grasp at any time (literally and figuratively). a memory manifested. what is it like to kiss someone who isn’t really there?

[fififi555]

looks like i’m goin to paris !

[iamasaddie-deactivated20251105]

PEDRO PASCAL as CLINT FLOOD in 'Freaky Tales'

[thehydraethereal-deactivated202]

OH GOSH PLEASE---he is TOO hot

[iamasaddie-deactivated20251105]

joel miller upclose and personal <3

[oldsouljoel]

A violent encounter with a cordycep leaves you without your clothes on as the man that rescues you is convinced you’ve been infected. Dark!Joel Miller and dubcon.

Rating: explicit

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The sprinting was fruitless. You were running and running, that terrible thing behind you just inches away from clawing your skin apart. And you knew it would tear you from limb to limb, rather than to bite you; like those clickers at the Boston museum.

A snarl from your left side catches you off guard and your foot trips on a growth of vines. The cordycep rams into your back and the two of you tumble roughly down a steep, grass-filled mound. Your back hits the ground with a hard thud, the thing above you brawls as you try to shove it off. This time, you’re the one that’s screaming and snarling, doing everything in your power to not get bitten.

And just like that, a loud, piercing bang rattles the air surrounding the scuffle. The cordycep falls on top of you, and you quickly push it off so you can stand.

Almost immediately, a tall statured man comes into view. He’s slightly bearded, with grey and black curls and an aged, but rugged look to his face. The worn out jeans and shirt he wears tells you that he’s a civilian.

You swallow, unsure if you’re really alive. “Oh my god, thank you—“

“Strip,” he cuts in.

“What?”

He points the head of the rifle at your chest. “Well sweetness, I said to strip. Not much else to explain, seeing as that thing was on top of you, and drooling on your face.”

You shift your feet uncomfortably, not quite sure if he’s being serious. “But I didn’t get bit,” you tell him, the crack in your voice more apparent.

He smiles a little, the glint in his eyes mischievous but also cruel. It slowly dawns you about what this really is, and you feel your stomach flip. Fuck. Fuck. You should have never left FEDRA territory, and gone into the city without someone by your side.

He points the rifle at you a second time and you bristle. “Strip, girl.”

“I’ll tell FEDRA everything,” you bite back, “or I’ll scream.”

“Those FEDRA pill-popping fuckers will hang you ,” he counters, “and you may scream, just so long as you’re doing it for me.”

Pill-poppers? “Um, are you Joel?” You ask, the name familiar and also foreign on your tongue.

“Yes, dear. I sell narcotics to FEDRA. Sometimes I sell it to kids like you.”

“I can buy your entire supply if you let me go.”

“No, I prefer the other option,” he drawls, “and I ain’t gonna ask again. He cocks the gun, and the air in your lungs constrict.

“Okay, okay!” You yell.

Slowly, almost like you’re teasing him, your shaky hands pull your T-shirt over your head. The shirt falls to ground where you step out of your worn chucks.

Joel whistles. You watch his black eyes look at your lips, then your neck, and finally your bare chest. He pulls the strap on his rifle, and pushes the damn thing behind him. Your mouth sighs in quiet relief but it falls short.

“Jeans next, sweetie,” he sighs, the tent in his own jeans growing tighter, and tighter.

“N-No.”

“Oh yes,” he says back. “You see, I don’t take kindly to helpless little girls like you. Something about y’all should know better than to traipse around so recklessly.”

He touches the strap that holds his rifle again—And it makes you grab the waist band of your jeans and pull them down. You step out of those too.

His mouth parts slightly, eyes heavy with carnal need. You whimper as he steps closer to you, your feet moving backwards until your behind hits the trunk of a rusted over car. It’s one of those nicer cars, the kind that would make any woman before ‘03 slobber all over the person who’s driving them. Too bad that’s not the case here.

“You see? Nothing bit me,” you gripe.

“I can see that clear as day,” Joel says quietly. He puts muscled arms on either side of your person, encroaching you further into the car. “I’ll cut you a deal. You’re gonna let me do everything I want to do to you, and in exchange, you won’t end up like your friend over there—” He points at the cordycep that almost mauled you, and then looks at your face, his body language impatient.

“Fine.” You tell him, resigned

You don’t have time to register what happens before his warm, almost burning hands grab you by the waist and haul you up onto the car. He pulls your pubic bone against his clothed member and you can feel it. You groan, the feeling of being wanted foreign, but also new and exciting.

A veiny hand yanks his leather belt apart. He slides it out from his waistband and then grabs both your wrists, firmly tying them up in a rough knot. You let them rest above your head, the blood in your body shifting downward and into your arousal. But despite the natural reactions you’re having, the position is almost awkward. He’s leaning over you like he’s about to make love to you. You look away, but gasp when he palms your mound.

Almost immediately a thick finger pushes into your folds, and then another, edging you and causing you to buck your hips against his knuckles. You whine deep in your throat. He’s pulling them out and pushing them in in a way that’s making you writhe impatiently. Finally he stops and gives you a break, only to crouch down and press something hot and wet against your cunt.

You squeal, your legs kicking upwards, but he grabs your hip in an unforgiving grip, and pins you down as he lets his thick muscle of a tongue explore your wetness.

“I’ll fucking kill you,” you say in between gasps.

He groans, his tongue deep in your wet hole and lapping up your essence. “No you won’t,” he mutters, swirling his tongue even more into your inner folds. You cry out, unable to hold back anymore as he draws out the first ever orgasm of your life. His hands pin your hips flat against the car as you cum; crying out and shaking in his firm grasp.

When your orgasm subsides, you pant heavily, unable to speak. When you do, the words get caught in your throat because he’s undoing the belt around your hands and wrapping it around your neck.

“Wait—“ You tell him, only to be cut off.

Instead he yanks you off the car with the belt, and turns you around so that your front is facing the trunk. You feel pressure on the small of your back and it causes you to fall forward; your cheek pressed hard against the glass. And his hard member pushing snugly into your backside.

He pulls it out of his briefs, and drags it up and down your slick cunt. The both of you groan when he dips the head of his cock slightly into your folds.

“You’re gonna cry out my name and you’re gonna like doing it,” he bites out. Without warning he slides the whole thing in, pushing himself all the way until he can’t anymore. “Beg,” he demands, and you cry out his name, squirming as fucks you hard and fast.

“Joel—Oh Joel—” You moan.

Because you’re so sensitive from before, you cum just as easily as you did minutes ago, and the feeling forces you to let out a high pitched squeal; the sound making him to thrust harder. “—From now on,” he grunts, snarling a fist firmly into your hair, “you’re my bitch and you’ll do as I say without backtalk.”

“Yes,” you cry.

“Yes what?”

“Yes Joel!”

Joel thrusts his cock more into you, earning cries of your own, and he feels his hips stutter. The start of an orgasm finds him, and he swears loudly, losing himself in your warmth. You feel how much more wet you are with his semen inside you, and he fucks you even after he cums; that white, warm essence dripping down in between your legs.

When he pulls out he leans over your back, his clothed chest pressing hotly against your bare skin. His teeth nip your ear and you moan softly, overwhelmed with his smell.

“Next time, you take the short way outta here, not the long way,” he says behind your ear.